Welcome to another Wednesday Brief, Just a short filler chapter today. Hope you enjoy it and as always comments and suggests are welcome.
Prompts used this week were;
“Put something on, you’ll catch your death of cold”
“It’s harder than you believe”
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Buried Treasure Part 15
Craig and I were woken by banging on the door, again! This was starting to form a pattern.
“Ah!” Craig muttered and dragged the covers further over his head.
I chuckled at him and pulled on some sweat pants on the way to the door. I opened it to find Cade lounging against the door frame holding a covered tray.
“I come bearing breakfast,” he said, jiggling the tray slightly.
“I suppose you’d better come in then,” I waved him into the room and threw some pants at Craig so he could use the covers as a shield if he wanted.
“I do hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” Cade said, leering at both Craig and I.
I glared at him, but he just smirked. “The only thing you interrupted was us sleeping,” I stated and turned my back to put on a t-shirt. “Anyway, how could you have brought breakfast, its nine o’clock at night.”
“This is when the night shift people and the vampires are just getting going,” Cade answered, while placing the tray on a table by the bed, “to avoid confusion they just call their first meal breakfast, next one lunch and last dinner. It makes things easier and everyone knows what they mean.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” I said as I headed to see what was on the tray.
Breakfast was a feast of pancakes and honey. There was a choice of tea, coffee and juice to drink.
After polishing off the food we all sat on the bed sipping our drinks and talk turned to recent events.
“Why can’t you use your abilities to find Basil? You both have the same abilities so shouldn’t you be able to sense each other?” Cade asked after Craig and I had updated him on what had happened the night before.
“It’s harder than you believe,” I answered, “We both have the ability to shield much better than anyone else. Although he is a druggy and drunk, he has lots of practice in shielding himself and using his abilities for his own motives. He probably used them to make people forget him when he wanted to buy or steal alcohol…” I trailed off as a thought came to me. “You know I hadn’t thought of that,” I must have spaced out because the next thing I knew Craig was silently shouting at me.
“What didn’t you think of? Is there another danger?” He asked worriedly.
I shook myself out of my thoughts. “No nothing like that,” I smiled apologetically, “I was just thinking that Basil has to be getting his booze somewhere. If we get all the off licenses to do a stock take, I’ll bet that at least one has a substantial amount of stock missing.”
“Why didn’t we think of that earlier?” Craig lamented, “If we can find out where he is buying his booze then we can set a camera up or see if the shop has a camera. I assume he can’t change digital footage?”
“Well I can’t, so I am assuming that he can’t either.” I said.
“Well let’s get going and try and see who we can find to get in touch with the shop owners,” Cade jumped up off the bed, then turned to look at Craig still sitting shirtless, “you may want to put something on, you’ll catch your death of cold.”
He ducked just in time to miss the pillow Craig threw at him. Unfortunately Louis chose that moment to open the door and the pillow hit him in the face. As it fell to the ground he was staring at us and we all cracked up.
“I’m sorry Louis,” I tried to say, but I don’t know how much was understandable when I was still laughing.
Louis seemed to shrink into himself but he also smiled and shrugged.
I finally got control of myself, “Sorry Louis, honestly we do all know how to behave like civilized humans, most of the time.”
He shrugged again and gestured to the tray, Cade handed it to him and he headed for the door.
“Wait,” Cade called, Louis turned with the door partly open, “I wanted to talk to you about some things if you have time.”
Louis looked at Cade and his expression seemed sad before he shook his head and left the room.
“What is it with him?” Cade burst out, “every time I try to talk to him, he runs away.”
“Cade, he’s probably busy. Craig here is not the only patient that needs to be tended to.” Cade seemed to accept what I said, and after Craig had found a t-shirt to wear, we headed out to find someone who wasn’t busy.