Another denial for Jen
She got home, parked her truck in the garage, walked around and went in the house. As she stood at the kitchen counter, she walked over to the fridge across from her and grabbed a beer. Then she decided to call her boss, Michael Turner, of the Shelby Times. When he answered on the third ring, she could not contain her excitement.
“I got em boss. I finally got em. This is gonna send us to the top,” she smiled, almost out of breath.
“Jen, what’s going on?”
She told him everything that went down in the park. Her heart continued to pound louder and hard in her chest.
“Mike?” she asked.
“Jen, I get you’re excited. But you’re not a cop or detective. You got this by how?”
“I can’t reveal my source, Mike.”
“If you invaded their privacy, this video you have will not be admissible. I’m sorry Jen.”
He ended the call. She fumed at him. Just what she was afraid of happening. No matter the case. This was going to be her story. Tomorrow at work, she’d type up the story and submit it to him along with the video anyway. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
Truly missing her superman, she would call him and tell him the news. Of course, she couldn’t tell him about Azazel. She’d leave that part out. He wouldn’t understand. Heck, she didn’t understand it either.
So many people had tried to bring Azazel out on this plane. She never understood why him? What was it about him that he attracted the worst of the worse to him? Her mother told her stories of all the angels and demons and of God and Lucifer. But Jen didn’t believe in any of that.
Plus, she also had to figure out how she was going to tell him about the incident at the gas station. He more than saw it by now. As she was sure someone filmed it. Nothing was sacred anymore these days.
As she stood at the kitchen counter, she heard what could only be described as a loud swoosh. The sound she thought possibly came from the living room. Jen turned and began to walk from the kitchen to the living room after passing the fridge. When she arrived at the living room. She didn’t see anything. Her eyes scanned the entire large, rectangular room that had wood floors.
“Must be just stress. But I heard something. Something like a swoosh. Okay Jen, now you’re just talking crazy.”
She went back to the kitchen.
She thought of Brian. Being that he was out of town on a realtor convention, she knew he was only an hour away by time zone in Chicago. It was only eight pm here in Starling, Michigan. She called him and told him the news.
After she grabbed another bottle of beer out of the fridge, she went to their bedroom and laid on the bed. After she finished telling him about the meeting she witnessed, he didn’t really say much.
“Bri, are you there?”
“That sounds dangerous babe. I mean the Vice-President-Elect and James Roberts are planning to buy the presidency?”
“Yup. Michael told me he wouldn’t use the video. There’s something going on there babe. I just know it!”
“Like what do you mean?”
“Look, I remember when you were there. You went there to see if you were um, what’s the word…”
“Special,” she laughed.
“Right. They tested you right?”
“Yes, they did. For thirty-days.”
“Every day I was able to talk to you and see you for a bit. That was hard for both of us I know. But in the end, they proved you were just a normal, regular, person.”
“Well, yeah, but what they did to me, would make your head spin.”
She paused. She never told Brian what KCI actually did to her while they were conducting tests of her to see if she was a Medium. To see if she had special abilities. All applicants were forbidden to talk about the testing.
“Like what? Jen, are you there?”
“I’m here. I can’t really talk about it. They made us sign a waiver saying we could never talk about it.”
“Are you serious? This was when we first met in 2002. And you’re just now bringing this up?” Brian scowled at her.
“Well, yeah. Only because I’ve been following this story pretty much since then. I do a little bit on the side when I have time.”
“Damn hon. Please, please don’t pursue this anymore. I can’t stand the thought of losing you. I love you, so, so much. I love everything about you. Even your crazy past.”
Jen sighed heavily. Everyone kept telling her that. That was why it took her so long to get to this point on her investigation of KCI Corporation. They were known for their excellence of carpet that was put in the panel doors of all the Jeep brand vehicles. But they also had a separate facility where they conducted research into testing people with special abilities.
“Why is everyone telling me to stop digging on this!?” she yelled.
“Because it’s dangerous Jen. Look, I’m sorry, let’s change the subject. What are you doing now?” he asked in that sexy monotone voice of his.
“I grabbed a celebratory beer and I’m sitting on our bed.”
“Oh, that’s hot. Wish I was there!”
“I’ll be home tomorrow, for your birthday. So, you want to have some hot, steamy phone sex?”
Jen’s eyes widened. She never had phone sex before. So, she wasn’t sure how to answer that. This had been the first time her and Brian had been away from each other for more than five days.
“Jen, are you there?”
“I’m here, um, how do you do that?”
She heard him laughing. She laughed too. But then realized he was totally serious by his heaving breathing.
“Dude, you sound like a creepy stalker,” she laughed.
He laughed too. “Well, you pleasure yourself and you tell me what you’re doing and what you’re wearing.”
“Over the phone? I mean where others can hear?”
“Oh, stop it. Come on, what are you wearing?”
“Jeans and a t-shirt.”
He laughed. She didn’t laugh with him. She was totally unsure of what this actually pertained of.
“Um, is that wrong?”
He chuckled. “Well, I’m wearing just my black, silk bikini briefs.”
“Oh, are you for reals?”
“Yes. Hang on.”
She smiled and shook her head.
“Check your text.”
Jen checked the text message and Brian wasn’t lying. Her face became hot as she felt some light sweat drip off her brow.
“Oh my, babe, I love that look on you,” she giggled.
“Okay, now your turn.”
Jen set the phone on the bed and unzipped her jeans as she took them off, along went her socks too. She took her t-shirt off and left her black bra on, along with her black, silk bikini panties. She sent him a pic. With their song, Bed of Roses, from Bon Jovi, playing, Jen smiled wide. It was the first song they ever danced to when they met in 2002.
“Oh now, we’re talking,” he said.
“This feels so weird babe.”
“It’s okay. Now what are you doing? Is that our song I hear playing?”
“Yes. But I’m just laying here, having my beer.”
Their next song came on, which was their wedding song was, Forever from their favorite band, KISS.
“Man, I wish was there!” he said.
“I made a list of our favorite songs that describe our life. Still the One is Next.”
“Awesome. So, you’re like changing the subject on me, without me looking.”
She laughed. He did too.
“Now what are you doing?” he asked.
“Nothing, just listening to the music and drinking my beer.”
“Okay, apparently, we have to work on this. When I get home tomorrow, we’ll practice.”
She laughed. “Um, okay. You’re gonna leave me hanging like this?”
“Yeah. I have to be up at four am. I’m going to meet Mark and Tim and the head of Thomas Reality for a big meeting.”
“Oh, right. You got this honey. I love you so much. I know you’ll get that promotion you’ve been wanting!”
“Thanks babe. I love you too. Good night.”
“Hey, we need to do our thing.”
“No time, Tim is here. I have to go.”
“Wait, what, honey?”
“Love you babe.”
“Love you too!”
The call ended. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. How dare he leave her like that! She would plot revenge and learn how to truly do this phone sex thing. Jen didn’t even get to tell him about the incident. Perhaps he hadn’t saw it yet? Yes, she decided.
Her face burned now with sharp pain. She finished her second beer and needed something to eat being the gunman ruined her hot dog. She got dressed, with beer in hand, she went to the kitchen. Everything in the fridge was frozen.
“What to eat? Hmm.”
She decided to place an order at her favorite pizza place. Jen ordered two personal pan pizzas with ham and mushrooms for herself. Plus, an order of bread sticks for delivery. Delivery was about forty minutes away, so she snacked on her favorite parmesan goldfish crackers while she waited.
Jen heard that swoosh once more. It was unlike anything she ever heard. Armed with her Glock in a brown leather holster that sat on the right side of her hip, she knew that she could take down any assailant that came calling. But if it was supernatural or paranormal, well, she had some special weapons for that too. However, those were all locked up in a black-leather suitcase covered up with old clothes on the floor of her closet.