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Hand on upper arm, Aaron escorted Carlo out of the library and down the long dimly lit hallway towards the garage located in the basement, Henry following closely behind. Carlo looked like a wayward child as he was hauled down the corridor. “What are you going to do to me?” Carlo desperately pleaded.
“Where are we going? What’re you going to do to me?” “We’re going back to New York.” Henry declared.
At the entrance to the garage parking area, the Rolls and its driver was waiting for them just outside the vestibule. The driver opened the back passenger door. Henry got in and slid to the other side, and Carlo sat afterward. Aaron walked around to the other side and sat in the passenger seat next to the driver. The driver got in and immediately pulled off and up the ramp.
As the car rounded the corner up ahead, the garage door opened, and the blinding light from the sun’s rays irked them. Henry and Aaron put on their shades, as the car drove up the ramp. Carlo was despondent, and didn’t care. Aaron sat upfront with the driver to give Henry and Carlo privacy. Carlo and Henry sat at opposite sides in the back of the Rolls Royce. Gustavo let them take the car back to New York, where Henry already had a fleet of sedans. The Rolls would travel back to the compound in Detroit when they were done.
Henry and Carlo had, what would seem, a long time to talk in the back of the car. However, neither one was saying anything. Carlo looked out the window confused and bewildered, as if he were a child again. He was no longer sitting next to a brother, clansmen, or fellow immortal. He was sitting next to blood. Someone, he thought, didn’t exist anymore. Finally, he felt connected to life again, mortality. It was disconcerting, because he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he wanted to say anything. Carlo was mixed with hurt, fury, and wonder at the fact that this man sitting next to him was his father, his actual birth father. And yet, he wondered what it all meant. He remembered the glowing eyes, playing the image over in his head since he was a child, frightened of the dark, because of what he saw in the light. When his transformation was complete, he knew what he had become. He knew that the man who killed his mother was an immortal. And now, he wondered if Henry was that man.
Henry stared blankly into the front window of the car, as if frozen in time, but he was the first to break the long silence. “I know you have questions . . .” He whispered. Carlo didn’t respond, he didn’t move a muscle. “. . . about your mother . . . I’ll try to tell you as much as I can, If you want to know.” Carlo was unforthcoming, so Henry continued. “Your mother . . . was a servant for Gustav, at the villa. But . . . I watched her grow up in the village. I’d never known love until she came into my life. I didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t think a lot of things were possible, especially you—”
“When were you going to tell me?”
“Gustavo—”
“Oh, let me guess. I’m sure like everything, he had his ideas.” Carlo mocked.
“Well, he did. We didn’t know what you were, what you’d become. He was afraid, we all were, that being human you were
not safe with us, even if you were technically family.”
“How old was she, when you . . . ?”
“Your mother was a woman, young, when she came to live at the villa. Her family was a good family, but they were very poor . . .
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Three weeks later . . .AWhite House senator ran into the room. “Mr. President, you have to see this. It’s coming across the networks playing over the wire in duplicate.” They all gathered around the screen. Carlo was sitting next to a lit fireplace in a charcoal leather studded wingback chair centered in the middle of a room surrounded by shelved books as he began to speak . . .“I am elder of the Immortal clans. But . . . of course, for some of you, a select few, I believe you know who we are. No more hiding in the shadows. No more running in the night. We are the true dominant inhabitants of this planet and we’ll be taking it back. No demands, no negotiations. You’ll be hearing from us soon . . .”“What is this?” The President asked.The aide was panicked, “We don’t know sir. It’s locked in, overriding our control. I can’t get a . . . I can’t get a lock on it. I think . . . we think this is another terrorist trick.”“Find out. I want to
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Three weeks later . . .AWhite House senator ran into the room. “Mr. President, you have to see this. It’s coming across the networks playing over the wire in duplicate.” They all gathered around the screen. Carlo was sitting next to a lit fireplace in a charcoal leather studded wingback chair centered in the middle of a room surrounded by shelved books as he began to speak . . .“I am elder of the Immortal clans. But . . . of course, for some of you, a select few, I believe you know who we are. No more hiding in the shadows. No more running in the night. We are the true dominant inhabitants of this planet and we’ll be taking it back. No demands, no negotiations. You’ll be hearing from us soon . . .”“What is this?” The President asked.The aide was panicked, “We don’t know sir. It’s locked in, overriding our control. I can’t get a . . . I can’t get a lock on it. I think . . . we think this is another terrorist trick.”“Find out. I want to
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“If you are going to do this Carlo, you will need this.” Jade gently handed Carlo a vial filled with liquid.Carlo in his most sarcastic tone said, “A mickey, Mrs. Tanaka . . . you shouldn’t have . . .”She gave him an unresponsive look. “I am surprised you seeking, the advice, and need for a mystic. You are as old as I am, older, and in all these years I was certain, that you had a need for nothing. Certainly not a mystic . . .”“. . . I have a need. And I’m seeking advice. But, you and I aren’t so different, are we Jade?”“Yes, Mr. Carlo, we are two very different people. With age comes wisdom. I will grow older, and this body will die from age. You, will not.” Carlo ignored the surplus of incredulity in her voice.“Oh, my dear . . . but I will.” Carlo said in a faraway whispered voice. He took Jade by the chin, and touched her cheek with his thumb, gently and tenderly, like a lover. “I will, but, not yet . . .” He took his hand from her face, took ou
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Detroit.19th, Tuesday Morning . . .[9:40am]“Maybe it was a Tricky Dick move. What more do you want? We got him didn’t we?” Angel asked Oberon. “At the cost of some damaged merchandise that’ll cost the department.”Veteran Detective Larry Mack, a deep whisky-voice sounding man with average build, chimed in, “Man . . . you don’t know jack shit. That’s not the way you handle that rookie. Now, I’ll tell you how that should have gone. You send your back-up in while you pass the shop and drive around the back. A ploy . . . it weeds ’em out through the back door. They don’ know you’re waitin’. Then, you catch the guy on the other end. Rookie . . . I thought you got that in training?” Oberon and the other detectives started laughing. “Nah, that’s why he’s Angel, got his head in the clouds.” Detective Pam Mai teased.Angel laughed with them, “A’ight. You got me. You got me, next time . . . a’ight—?”“No ‘next time’, suppose there isn’t a nex
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Detroit.19th, Tuesday Morning . . .[9:40am]“Maybe it was a Tricky Dick move. What more do you want? We got him didn’t we?” Angel asked Oberon. “At the cost of some damaged merchandise that’ll cost the department.”Veteran Detective Larry Mack, a deep whisky-voice sounding man with average build, chimed in, “Man . . . you don’t know jack shit. That’s not the way you handle that rookie. Now, I’ll tell you how that should have gone. You send your back-up in while you pass the shop and drive around the back. A ploy . . . it weeds ’em out through the back door. They don’ know you’re waitin’. Then, you catch the guy on the other end. Rookie . . . I thought you got that in training?” Oberon and the other detectives started laughing. “Nah, that’s why he’s Angel, got his head in the clouds.” Detective Pam Mai teased.Angel laughed with them, “A’ight. You got me. You got me, next time . . . a’ight—?”“No ‘next time’, suppose there isn’t a nex
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Detroit.19th, Tuesday Morning . . .[9:40am]“Maybe it was a Tricky Dick move. What more do you want? We got him didn’t we?” Angel asked Oberon. “At the cost of some damaged merchandise that’ll cost the department.”Veteran Detective Larry Mack, a deep whisky-voice sounding man with average build, chimed in, “Man . . . you don’t know jack shit. That’s not the way you handle that rookie. Now, I’ll tell you how that should have gone. You send your back-up in while you pass the shop and drive around the back. A ploy . . . it weeds ’em out through the back door. They don’ know you’re waitin’. Then, you catch the guy on the other end. Rookie . . . I thought you got that in training?” Oberon and the other detectives started laughing. “Nah, that’s why he’s Angel, got his head in the clouds.” Detective Pam Mai teased.Angel laughed with them, “A’ight. You got me. You got me, next time . . . a’ight—?”“No ‘next time’, suppose there isn’t a nex
