The rest of the night was jovial, with most staying late singing, dancing, and catching up. Maggie Reid caught the attention of Mick Turner, who seemed to be enjoying the slow songs as much as I did with Karen when we met.
Horace Turbeville kept a group near the stage amused with his one-liners, while a boy named Lex, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox, sat in the corner looking at his phone even though it had been turned off by his parents. All our devices were off. Had they remained on upon entering the building, they would have been destroyed by what head of security, Robert Ness, referred to as an electronic silencer.
Karen and I spent most of the night apart while she made her rounds. Decker seemed to take up most of her time while Linda Wilson prodded me for wedding info, for which I had none.
On the way home, I asked Karen about her conversation with Decker, which made the ride home as talkative as the ride there. It seems he and a few others are concerned about Kate Addison for two reasons. One, she was sinking deeper into her drug addiction. And two, they’re afraid Wilmington surveillance cameras will eventually match her up with an original; subjecting her to testing, if caught. This, in turn, would show her to be a perfect match down to her fingerprints, a doppelganger if you will. Giving the NSC all the proof they need to go on the proverbial witch hunt.
We continued our discussion after we got home, with a bottle of wine on the balcony. “Have you made a decision?”
“I have not,” she said, as glass pressed against lips, her eyes shifting momentarily.
This is the first draft of my mauscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter seven.