COMMISSION: Mystery at MacMaster ch.7 (Patreon)

Author's Note: More MacMaster, more mystery!

[story] [fu/fu] [all characters are 18+] [more below]

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‭‭‭“Your party’s gonna so much better than whatever that Domingo bitch had going on. Did you see the riff-raff they had there? Even those trashy Radi twins.” Octavia subtly entreated as she applied her eyeliner. She had to be more submissive than ever after her apparent ‘betrayal’ at Rosa’s party, the event itself having driven Vanessa into a state of frantic, luxuriant overcompensation. Now, Vanessa and her two supplicants prepared for the latest kickback in the queenpin’s upstairs room, getting their makeup and clothes ready before sufficiently ‘cool’ guests started to arrive.

“Says the slut that fucked her,” Vanessa replied coldly, pulling a tight white t-shirt down over her head and smoothing it out, then pausing. “Wait, didn’t you say you fucked the Radis too? Maybe try not burning a bridge for once, Tav.”

“We all make mistakes. And hey, I wasn’t the only one that got lucky that night.”

“Just the only one to get lucky with the enemy,” Vanessa scoffed, “probably bottomed for that skank, too.” Then, turning to Mica, she held her arms out and issued an impatient huff. “Does this shirt make my tits look too small?”

The redhead looked up from her perch, belly-down on Vanessa’s bed, where she was trying to finish homework for an upcoming exam – homework Vanessa and Octavia were flagrantly ignoring in their attempt to reclaim some measure of clout. “Uhh. No?”

“Hmph. Well I don’t wanna look like a bimbo,” Vanessa chewed her lip, then finally shrugged. “Fuck it, I’m not changing for the fourth time. You ready, bitches? Mica, why aren’t you dressed yet?”

Mica let out a soft sigh, closing her textbook and rolling over onto her back, arm hanging listlessly off the side of the bed. Much unlike her two companions, the redhead had barely dressed herself at all, clad in robin’s egg panties, white kneesocks, and a black tank-top. “I think I’m gonna stay up here for a bit and come down later. I got a C- on our last algebra test, if tank the next one my dad said he’s not gonna let me use the car anymore.”

“Suit yourself,” Vanessa shrugged, “I’ll save some punch for you. Maybe.” Standing, and begrudgingly accepting Octavia’s accompaniment, the blonde left her room and headed downstairs, and in a few moments, the sound of opening and closing doors heralded new arrivals to the household. It would be Vanessa’s second party this week, and Mica seriously doubted it would be as lively as the first attempt.

With the other two gone, Mica rolled back over onto her belly, scribbling down questions in an open notebook to give herself a few practice rounds. With Vanessa’s never-ending hunger for social status, there was rarely a moment’s peace, and Mica was somewhat surprised she’d wiggled out of party-duty so easily. Of course, needing to use that peace to study wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, but it was a necessity – not everyone had quite the level of privilege that Vanessa did.

Only about ten minutes had passed, though, before a click was heard, and the door to Vanessa’s room swung open, followed by a soft gasp of surprise. Mica scrambled onto her side, looking to see who had entered, and being greeted by a face she had not expected to see – that of Mrs. Vinke, Vanessa’s mother. “Oh, my gosh! Um – Mrs. Vinke, h-hi!” Mica stammered, caught completely off-guard, and scooting up a bit to put her back to the wall. “Why, um… what are you doing in here…?”

“Oh, Mica sweetie, I didn’t know you were still up here,” Mrs. Vinke said, the airy tone of her voice matching her languid movements. She certainly wasn’t dressed for the party downstairs – not that she was likely to have been invited – but nor was she dressed for much else besides going to bed, something it was a good deal too early for. She wore a lacey white thing that barely reached her knees, clinging to her swanlike curves, a garment that more resembled a sleeping shift than anything else. Her hair was worn up in a messy bun, though her elegant makeup remained intact. “I saw Vanessa downstairs, and thought I’d tidy up her room.”

Mica swallowed hard, trying to suppress her instinctive attraction to the older woman, especially considering the rather revealing attire she’d chosen. Since she wasn’t wearing proper pants, any ‘awakenings’ were likely to be noticed immediately, but her teenage hormones were already beginning to betray her. “Oh, I’m sorry, um, I can leave if you need me to, just let me throw on some–”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” Mrs. Vinke offered a gentle smile, sitting demurely on the bed beside Mica –all pretense of cleaning seemingly abandoned. “Seems like we never get any time to spend together when we’re… just on our own.” The hint of suggestion in her voice wasn’t lost on Mica, though the alert felt more subconscious than conscious. The redhead swallowed hard, chewing her lip and gently closing her notebook, propping it in front of her to hide a gradually swelling erection. Already, thoughts and fantasies of what could happen were flooding Mica’s head unbidden, thoughts she typically saved for nighttime.

“I, uh, yeah, well, haha,” Mica swallowed again, twiddling her toes against one another, “I mean, you’re Vanessa’s mom and everything, so I’m usually here with her, and uh… y’know there’s school and everything….”

“Maybe we should change that,” Mrs. Vinke’s tone shifted from suggestive to predatory, and she moved a little closer, trailing the backs of her fingers along Mica’s thigh. “You know, I’ve seen the way you look at me. And I’ve seen some of the… ‘activities’ that you three get up to. Not to mention that other little friend of Vanessa’s from a few months back; what was her name…?”

“U-uhhm… you mean Seneca?” A name Mica hadn’t been permitted to speak aloud since December, Seneca Sky was Vanessa’s ex-girlfriend and persona non grata around MacMaster. Made Mica sorta wonder what she was up to, these days, but at the moment she had a lot more pressing matters to be concerned with.

“That’s right,” the older woman mused, now turning on the bed to fully face Mica. She leaned in a little, the low cut of her shift letting Mica easily see down it, even making out the silhouette of a nipple, and her heart was racing faster than ever. “So hard not to get riled up, when you know things like that are going on right underneath your nose.” Her tone had dropped a little, still bearing that lazy grace, but now turned predatory. She had Mica sighted and locked in, like a tall, beautiful ferret that had latched its jaw onto something and had no intention of letting go. Mica, of course, for all her nervousness, had no motive to flee.

“Things like… things like what…?”

“Tell me, Mica, have you ever been with an older woman?” Mrs. Vinke pulled a little closer, one long leg winding around to encircle Mica’s sitting figure, not touching her, but nonetheless giving the intense sensation of being cornered. “I’m sure there are… incredible things I could teach you.”

“I… I-I, um… I think Vaness– mmphhhh…!” before she could form whatever half-hearted protest she was working her way towards, Mica found herself silenced by Mrs. Vinke’s lips, seized in a long, deep kiss that made her heart leap and stomach flutter. She’d indulged in more than a few fantasies about how this encounter might go, but none of them had closely resembled this one. There was a certain dread that came along with the excitement, fear that Vanessa or Octavia would show up and see what was happening, but… they both already knew about Mica’s long-held crush, surely they wouldn’t go too hard on her for indulging it?

She found herself returning the kiss, gentle and timid at first, then fierce and eager as her reservations melted away. It was only a few moments before Mrs. Vinke’s fingertips had found the hem of Mica’s shirt, breaking the kiss only long enough to drag it up over the teen’s head, revealing her smooth, freckled figure and pert tits. “That’s what I’ve been wanting to see,” the older woman purred, dotting feather-light kisses along Mica’s chest, rolling her tongue around one of those tender pink nipples and drawing a tense moan from the redhead.

“Nnn, y-you… omigosh…” Mica panted, barely able to form words, her girldick swollen to full life and forming a taut tent in her panties. Before it was freed, though, she was given a show – the languid, swaying display of Mrs. Vinke tilting back and drawing her tiny garment up over her head, revealing a total absence of underthings beneath. She had as exquisite a figure as Mica could have hoped for, and it was quite clear where Vanessa had gotten her exercise ethic from. Tall and lithe, her breasts were similar to Mica’s own in size, matured but not overstated, though her nipples were visibly enlarged from motherhood. Between those lean thighs, she was just as erect as Mica was, though a good inch or so longer, throbbing with unfulfilled need. “You’re… beautiful….”

“And I’m all yours, sweetie,” the woman cooed, leaning in for another kiss, this one softer and longer, as her hands moved to Mica’s panties, drawing them down around the girl’s hips and finally withdrawing them completely, exposing her aching girldick. The party downstairs could be heard growing more and more animated, but for Mica Bell, the sounds of Mrs. Vinke’s soothing words (and the blood rushing through her own head) was all she could hear. “Now, let’s see what we have down here….”

Mica swallowed hard, then bit her lip, keeping her back firmly against the wall and slowly spreading her legs as Mrs. Vinke lowered herself to her hands and knees, nuzzling lovingly against that hard, pulsating girldick. “H-holy shit,” Mica whispered, barely audible through her heavy breathing, as her friend’s mom took her cock into her mouth, tongue coiling around her throbbing shaft to completely coat it in wetness. It was almost unbelievable the amount of skill she showed – Mica had gotten a couple of blowjobs before, and while they’d certainly been fun, they didn’t feel anything like this. Mrs. Vinke had a gift for this, a sort of practiced eagerness and control over her mouth that sent a tidal wave of sensations crashing through Mica’s body. It was only a few moments of those lips, that tongue, before the woman grew even bolder, taking Mica’s cock effortlessly into her throat and holding in place for a long moment. It was everything the teen redhead could do not to go cross-eyed as Vanessa’s mom bobbed back a few inches, then pushed her face forward once more, her nose pressing into the smooth skin of Mica’s pelvis as she took that hard dick to the hilt in her throat.

“Mmrh… ccCcllchh…” Mrs. Vinke pushed past her gag reflex, bobbing up and down faster and faster, each time taking Mica’s shaft as deeply into her throat as it would go. She wanted to bring the girl as close to release as possible without pushing her over the edge, get her nice and desperate for what was going to come next. “Mmnn…” she moaned around the redhead’s throbbing dick, tasting the creamy precum leaking from its tip on every pull backwards. Hands reached up and forward, groping and teasing at Mica’s teen tits as she swallowed her cock, relishing the sound of every one of her bitten-back moans and yelps. Back down, again and again, letting the muscles of her throat massage Mica’s cock before drawing backwards, finally pulling away completely and letting her tongue stroke and caress along the girl’s smooth, tightened sack. “Is this what you were imagining, Mica sweetie? Every time I saw you leering at me while Vanessa wasn’t looking?”

“Among… a-among other things,” Mica breathed, her eyelashes fluttering, toes curling as Mrs. Vinke’s tongue continued to stroke and massage along her balls, little tremors quivering throughout her entire freckled figure as she was pleasured. In all honesty, over the years she’d indulged in just about every fantasy her mind could conjure, all manner of different positions and exchanges. She wouldn’t know what to ask for even if she could focus, but fortunately, it didn’t seem like the older woman was terribly interested in asking questions or taking requests.

“Well then, let’s see if we can scratch some things off the list,” the blonde purred, dragging her tongue up along the underside of Mica’s cock, then pulling back up to kiss her once more. As the teen moaned into the embrace, though, Mrs. Vinke was shifting her way between those spread thighs, one knee pinned beneath her while her other leg folded around Mica’s hip, wrapping her arms around the redhead to guide her backwards a little more… and directing the tip of her own hard ladycock towards the tight little hole just beneath Mica’s recently wetted sack. “Tell me, Mica sweetie… have you ever gotten fucked before?”

“I…h-how do you mean?” the younger girl stammered throughout soft chirps and moans, shuddering with excitement as Mrs. Vinke tenderly bit at her lower lip between kisses.

“Like this,” the other woman whispered, pressing her lips firmly back to Mica’s, then pressing forward – bumping the tip of her cock against the tight pucker of the redhead’s ass, prodding firmly at it, then slowly pushing her way inside, her throbbing shaft filling Mica’s backside inch by inch, stretching the virginal entrance open and sliding in deep. “Nnhh…!” the blonde gasped into Mica’s mouth, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her as she soaked in the sensation of the teen’s backside flexing and tightening around her, little shudders and spasms massaging along her aching member.

“Mmmppph–!” Mica bit back a squeal, a little convulsion rolling throughout her naked body, her own hard, wet dick pinned against her stomach as Vanessa’s mom filled up her tight ass. It pushed in nearly as deep as it was able to go before the older woman finally began to thrust properly, easing her hips back a little before pushing back in, forcing Mica’s asshole to adapt once more, to quiver and cling around its invader. “F-fuck, fuck… M-Mrs. Vinke….”

“Please, sweetheart, I’ve told you, call me Kri–”

“Nnghahhh!” Mica wailed out, her back arching as that thick shaft pushed deeper inside of her, filling her with this pulse of radiating warmth. She’d thought of this happening – of course she had – but never truly realized how it would feel. She had never been quite as bold as Vanessa or Octavia; she’d fooled around a little before, but never held a steady girlfriend, and had certainly never been fucked in her ass before. Despite not truly knowing what to expect, once she had a few moments to adapt and grow accustomed to what was happening, she found herself in the grip of a kind of pleasure she’d never really imagined before. It was so… intense, so hot, this sensation of being pinned and filled, of having her backside violated by a stiff, hungry girlcock, especially one that belonged to Mrs. Vinke.

Different thoughts rushed through her mind as her body surrendered to profane delights, imagining what would happen if Vanessa ever found out – or worse, caught her in the act. In a way, it was terribly sexy: she’d been playing third-fiddle to Vanessa since gradeschool, and imagining the way she would react to seeing Mica getting assfucked by her hot mom was terribly exciting, even if it was also frightening.

“Hahhh… nnn… omigosh, o-omigosh…” Mica continued to whine and squirm, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she laid back, rolling her hips subtly forward to rock herself against Mrs. Vinke’s thrusts, taking that big dick again and again, as deeply as it would go. She was more than a little surprised how consistently erect she herself was managing to stay, despite the fact that her own girldick had been largely ignored since the older woman’s earlier blowjob, but the intense pleasure of getting fucked was keeping her completely stiff. Thin strands of precum were leaking from her tip and onto her own stomach, creating a sticky glaze on her skin as she grew closer and closer to an unexpected orgasm.

All that wriggling and moaning, of course, only spurred Mrs. Vinke onward, her deft fingers teasing and groping at Mica’s tender pink nipples, lips and tongue tormenting the younger girl’s sensitive throat, all the while her hips never skipping a beat. Thrust after thrust into the redhead’s backside were bringing her closer to a climax of her own, one that now felt inevitable, even if there wasan interruption – the question, of course, was whether to blow her creamy load across Mica’s face and tight little body, or to fill that snug, warm hole with her seed.

Ultimately, the former proved too tempting to reject – Mrs. Vinke could feel her orgasm fast approaching, but was beaten to the punch by a matter of seconds. Mica clapped a hand over her own mouth to keep from screaming out, her face screwing up in an expression of restrained rapture, her neglected girldick unleashing several long squirts of hot spunk over her own belly, the farthest shots managing to create a creamy trail between her pert breasts. Her own decorations were soon to be joined, though, as Vanessa’s mother pulled back, slipping her hard dick out of the redhead’s ass and sitting up, aiming her shaft like a loaded gun and sending a volley of long ropes upward and outward, lacing across Mica’s face like frosting across a strudel. A few secondary shots aided in painting the teenager’s freckled tits, leaving both of them panting for breath, but Mica Bell very visibly the canvas upon which their hot, frantic fuck-session had chosen to express itself.

Collapsing sidelong onto Vanessa’s bed, Mrs. Vinke let her arm drape lazily across Mica’s chest, cuddling loosely to her while she caught her breath. Several long moments were needed for Mica’s post-orgasm jitters to finally calm down, and she quickly found other thoughts flooding into her head – of what Vanessa would think, of how she’d keep this a secret, and if it had any chance of happening again. She thought, in silence, for some time, fingertips trailing shyly along Mrs. Vinke’s side, staring up at the ceiling. “Vanessa’s gonna kill me,” she finally whispered.

“Vanessa…” the older woman paused, taking a moment to consider what she’d say next. “I love my daughter with all my heart, but she’s gotten far too used to getting what she wants. It’s time I had something I wanted, for a change, and… right now, that’s you.”

Mica’s heart skipped a few beats, and she swallowed hard. It wasn’t easy to tell exactly what Mrs. Vinke meant, what kind of weight those words carried, but she supposed she’d find out eventually. She’d wanted this far too long to give it up now. “R-right, but… she’s my best friend, is all. I don’t want to make her upset if I can help it.”

“Then we keep it a secret,” the blonde cooed, one finger drawing lazy circles around Mica’s nipple. “Until the right time, at least. Vanessa is quite easy to keep secrets from.”

There was some definite truth to that. If Vanessa Vinke had a single persistent character trait, it was being self-absorbed. Anything that happened that didn’t affect her directly went under the radar – fuck, Seneca had been cheating on her with Octavia for months before the two broke up, and to this very day Vanessa had still never learned about it. That was some small comfort. “I hope you’re right,” Mica let out a little sigh, an audible resignation to the fact that even if she could convince herself to break things off here and now, she’d entirely lack the will to.

“So…” Mrs. Vinke rolled over and sat up, straddling Mica’s lap and letting her softened cock lay gently across the redhead’s, draping the bedsheets around her slender shoulders but letting Mica continue to enjoy a full-frontal view of the woman’s naked, graceful figure. “Talk to me, sweetie. What’s new in the life of Mica Bell, hmm?”

Mica blinked, her mind quickly going empty beyond a single concern – while the age difference was certainly no issue as far as her attraction to Mrs. Vinke went, she was nonetheless hit with the abrupt realization that the two had essentially nothing to talk about. This assumed that they would be attempting an actual relationship, however scandalous, and not just a sequence of quick hookups…  but Mica had neither information nor interest in the the woes of upper-middle class housewifery, and seriously doubted her counterpart would be terribly concerned about the struggles of a high-school mean girl.

“Not much, I guess,” she said sheepishly, biting her lip for a moment. “I mean, there’s stuff going on, just, like… school stuff, y’know. New people on the swim team, Vanessa’s trying to overcompensate to get back at that Luiza girl’s big sister, and there are rumors that Heather Edwards has become some sort of… I dunno, vigilante, or detective, something like that. I give her a few months before she ends up in juvie.” Another moment to think, letting herself be distracted by Mrs. Vinke’s bare chest, her member starting to slowly grow firm again from the sensation of the other woman’s against her own. “Oh! I assume you’ve heard about the Nowak thing?”

“Is that some sort of… new shoe, or something?”

“No, she – what? – no, Millie Nowak. The swimmer? Everyone’s been talking about it at the school, I figure it’s a big deal everywhere else, too.”

“I’m afraid I haven’t heard of her, sorry. Was she really good?”

Mica half-shrugged, “Not really. But she disappeared a few months back, and the whole situation’s been so weird people still haven’t really stopped talking about it.”

“Hm,” Mrs. Vinke returned the shrug, looking somewhat oddly… bored. “Well, I’m sure she’ll turn up.”

“Like… probably not, though,” Mica furrowed her brow. She’d expected conversation about school or something to be uninteresting, but figured she’d get a bigger rise out of such a juicy piece of news. “Everyone’s kind of assuming she’s dead, by now. It’s really weird, though. She wasn’t in trouble, nobody saw her doing or saying anything weird, no traces of her anywhere, it’s like she just disappeared. And everyone’s saying the cops gave up searching halfway into the first day.”

“Well, girls will be girls, I suppose; I can never keep up with the new trends you teenagers are always getting into.”

“...Trends? Disappearing isn’t a trend, as far as I know. Definitely not a popular one.”

Mrs. Vinke stared at her for a long moment, deep blue eyes gradually going out of focus. After a moment, she was looking not at Mica, but… through her, not responding at all.

“Like, some people are saying it’s some kind of conspiracy – I know Edwards is, but she’s always on the fringe – but who would put that much effort into making a C-student vanish from MacMaster high, right?”

No answer. The older woman simply stared, her jaw growing slightly more tense, body growing rigid to keep from tipping over.

“...Mrs. Vinke? Are you okay?”

Another long moment passed, and the woman seemed to snap back to the real world, eyes focusing again, and a placid smile taking over her soft features. “Oh, Mica sweetie, have you seen that new show? About the nurse who becomes a vampire? It’s only a few episodes in, but my goodness, it’s quite a bit more steamy than I expected. Maybe one of these days you can come over and we can… watch it together…” her smile widened, and she leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Mica’s lips, not seeming to take any note of the expression of confused concern on the redhead’s face.

“That, um… that’d be fun,” Mica blinked again, returning the kiss, though she found herself stunned by the recent change. No, not just stunned… afraid. What the fuck had just happened? There were plenty of people who said Nowak was captured by cultists or aliens or whatever, but it always seemed stupid, until thirty seconds ago. Now something seemed really, truly wrong. Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, she shook the thoughts from her head, something to worry about another time, or maybe never. Things were going way too well for her right now to fuck it all up with paranoia about a girl who’d been dead for months. She needed to focus on what she had. “I can’t keep calling you Mrs. Vinke forever, y’know.”

“You’re the ones who keep insisting on calling me that,” the blonde smirked. “I suppose ‘Vanessa’s Mom’ has a sort of kinky ring to it.”

“But what is your name? Your first name?”

The smirk blossomed into a genuine smile, and the older woman planted another soft kiss on Mica’s lips, then cheek. “I thought you’d never ask.” She paused, relishing the moment. “It’s Kri–”

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“Alright, Ms…” the policewoman looked down at her notepad, “...Edwards. I hope you realize how much trouble you’re in.” The cop herself was of medium height but impressive build, with wide hips and shoulders that belied a dedicated workout routine, barely obscured by her jet-black uniform. Dark eyes looked out from darker brows, though beneath her hat was a fringe of fierce ginger hair.

“And for what, precisely?” Heather Edwards arched a brow that just barely crested the upper rim of her sunglasses, slouched against the side of the cop car with her hands cuffed in front of her. “I have committed no sin against the meaningless clump of inconsistencies you call a moral narrative.”

“Right. Like recording without permission, breaking and entering, harassment, a few petty theft…” the cop looked up from her notepad once again, waiting for something else ‘clever’ to leave the teen’s lips. “You really seem to be a fan of those sins. At least that’s what your record would seem to suggest.”

“Not sins. Tactics. My work isn’t finished, and I’m getting closer.”

“Closer, huh? Closer to what, now?”

“Take these cuffs off of me, and I’ll tell you.”

The officer smirked, “No can do. But I’m sure spending a night in a cell will get you real talkative. Might even get to see what your eyes look like under those stupid sunglasses.”

“You’re quite used to having all the power in these situations, aren’t you?” Heather Edward’s voice dropped an octave, her gaze as dark and empty as ever. The chill of the night air brought a pink blush to her pale skin, clothes and hair ruffled from the brief struggle she’d put up. Turns out, trying to break into a high school after hours was considered a fairly serious offense, especially considering that she was forced to be there so often the rest of the time. This wasn’t her first encounter with the police, but it was the first time they’d threatened to take her into custody… and the first time she had a secret weapon against them. “I bet it feels good… doesn’t it? All that power and safety, like the wings of an angel in the shape of a badge.”

“I’m sure your slam poetry club’s gonna love that one, once you get out of juvie,” the officer scoffed, moving around Heather Edwards to open the car’s back door, preparing to shove her in.

“Millie Nowak.”

She froze in her steps, looking uncertain. “Sorry?”

“Millie Nowak,” Heather Edwards repeated, turning to face the woman, a rare smile showing teeth. “Millie Nowak.”

“I… I’m sorry, I don’t know her… I-I don’t–”

“The disappearance of Millie Nowak.” Louder, more insistent.

“That’s… I’m sure that’s….”

“The death of Millie Nowak.” Perhaps a slight change to the suggestion, something more direct and incriminating, would make it an even greater anathema.

The officer went still, eyes glazing over, her body going stiff. Heather Edwards quickly went to work, working quickly with cuffed hands to pluck the key from the cop’s belt. It took a few moments as she fidgeted both to retrieve the key and to get it in place, doing her best to uncuff herself.

“Hey, you… y-you can’t…” the cop blinked a few times, still spaced-out, seemingly unsure of what had happened over the last few minutes.

“The death of Millie Nowak.”

That did it. The officer went still and silent once more, and Heather Edwards clicked the cuffs open, throw both them and the key into a nearby drainage grate, then snatched the notepad and began to run in the opposite direction. It was a few moments before she heard any stirring or murmuring from the cop she’d slipped, and even then, she never heard the sound of the car’s siren. She’d escaped, it seemed, though who knew for how long.

What was important, was that her strategy had worked. All roads had led her to this moment, this piece of information. The reason adults refused to be of any help was because they were unable to, not simply because they’d given up on a random missing girl. Something was preventing them from pursuing or even acknowledging the case. The question was what, and how – an implanted chip, or virus, something like that? Or something… something psionic?

This case was bigger than she’d ever thought possible, but she needed to know more. Needed to know what was happening, and why. She needed to find that damn book, or books… and when she did, she needed to make sure that whatever happened to Nowak didn’t end up happening to her. At least she could take some small bit of comfort in the knowledge that while the authorities couldn’t help, nor could they interfere. That would make further investigation a little easier.

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