When she finished, she stared at her shaking hands, and I found I had a problem to solve. “Thank you,” my electronically altered voice broke the silence.
“James is in trouble, and I’m afraid.”
I nodded, James was in trouble, but wasn’t the trouble. “That’s why I’m here.” I reached across the table, pulled her drink away. “I’m going to help.”
“What can you do?”
“What needs to be done,” I stood, “I’m going to solve the problem.” I walked toward the back door of her home. “All I have to do is wait.”
“Wait on what?”
“James. He’ll lead me to the problem.” Technically, it was a true statement. In reality, following James was the first step. He’d lead me to someone, who’d lead me to someone else, until I reached the head of a very nasty snake.
“Active.” I vanished. I was still there, I hadn’t moved, but I was gone, invisible, undetectable. “He won’t know.” I opened and closed the back door to make her think I had left. Then, I went down the hall to the Master Bedroom and waited for James to start his day, and lead me to the next piece of the trouble he was in.
I wrote this for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads, Week 198. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are good reading.