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| IMPOSTER BY MARIQUA |
CHAPTER 80 |
"I said that Todd said I couldn't do this alone."
"Todd? When? When did he say this?"
"It all happened so fast, Slider. After you left to get my bags, I repeated something that Todd had said to me...once before, and suddenly...he was here , Slider. For one moment in time, he was back with me."
Slider rose from the table as every sense quickened. "And he talked to you?"
"Yes...he talked to me...but it was so fleeting...and such a struggle for him."
Slider rubbed his jaw reflectively and walked across the room as he absorbed what he was hearing. Z...she brought you back...she is a real force then...
"Back to what he said," he looked around at her from where he stood by the sink. "I need to know everything...every word."
As Sam turned the wheel to make a right turn, he felt his hands tingling. Bo omer...but when were you Boomer?
"Viki," he chose his words carefully as more of the realization sank in, "What I didn't see then because I didn't know anything about DID...well, there's a chance that I may have known one of the alters."
Nick's pulse raced as he looked down at the body of the woman he wanted to possess more than anything. Against the midnight blue of the bed quilt, her short, dark hair shone with brilliant intensity as it lay draped over the soft material. Her Asian face was luminous and pale but with a spot of color deepening out across her high cheekbones. Gliding his eyes slowly down her slender neck, they continued even further to the curves that quickened his rapidly building sexual arousal. I will know you...every single inch of you...
Just like that day in Slider's apartment, Sherry weakly fought the eminent capture of her will as the electric heat of his eyes swept across her body. Every ounce of reason she clung to was expertly being thwarted and invaded by a man she hardly knew.
Your skin is going to touch my skin...your heart is going to rest against mine...from the moment you first touched me... I knew, Sherry...
Her mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out as his hands roamed down the side of her body -- their warmth permeating through her dress. Quivering all over, she could only lie mute as she felt his hands gradually pushing up the layer of material around her thighs. An inaudible moan escaped her lips when his fingers touched her skin, and her eyes closed in surrender to what she seemed incapable of stopping.
"Sam, are you saying that he had DID...as far back as..."
"Yes," Sam bit his lip and gripped the wheel tighter. "I'm remembering...and it's all starting to make sense. The popularity...the way he dressed...the c onfidence..."
"Well, what alter was this? It wasn't Pete, was it?"
"No, Viki. That much I'm sure of. No...this was someone entirely different."
There was no mistaking the serious tone in Slider's voice as she heard his sharp directive. Can I trust you, though...I know you and Todd were childhood friends, but maybe you want to use this to get back at him in some way...maybe because of this woman... Sherry...
Her hesitation to speak prompted him to suddenly cross the room. Leaning down with his arms pressed against the side of the table, he looked hard at her doubtful eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt him, Tea...I promise you!"
"Slider, I..."
"He was and still is my friend for life, Tea...that's why I want to help him find his way out of the prison his mind has created for him. There are literally years built up with all this splintering of his soul. Do you have any idea what that kind of bondage has done to him?"
"I know...some..." Tea admitted hesitantly, "but, no...I don't know all of it. He kept so much hidden from me."
"Well, then you've got to trust me. I've known him longer, Tea...I know things about him that no one else knows." Slider pushed up from the table -- still watching her reaction. "...and maybe...maybe I was put on this earth to help him find his way."
Tea nodded slowly -- her face becoming more peaceful. "I think...I think I c an trust you...you do care about him, don't you?"
A cigar lit up in the low light of early dusk, and the brown-skinned man puffed on it in an agitated manner as he stood on a city sidewalk next to his parked car. He knew there was some sort of deadline hanging over him -- a deadline to find his capricious sister. She was somewhere in the city of Chicago. That much he felt sure about. The Department had been unusually magnanimous about letting him search for her, but time was running out. Other official matters were pressing in.
"I sent Michaels over there," a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"He's on his way then?"
"Yes."
"I want him to keep a very low profile -- no disturbance and to call if anyone drops by there."
"He knows what to do, sir."
"I'm glad someone does," Delgado said gruffly and puffed rapidly again on the cigar. I'm trying to stay one step ahead of you, Tea...that's what it will take...
"Nick...this isn't..."
"Shhhh..." Nick murmured, and his lips descended down to lightly touch hers.
As her eyes looked up into his, she saw the complete confidence filtering through them. There was no doubt reflected there. No hesitation. What is it...what power do you have over me?
This will be the beginning, Sherry...the beginning of my new life. You're the reason he hasn't pushed me back in...you're the end of my journey...
"I've got it!"
"You've got what?"
Edwards slapped the top of the laptop for emphasis. "Peter Manning...he live d here!"
"Tell me something I don't know, Edwards!" Sykes retorted sarcastically.
"Well...I have an address of the home where Todd Manning lived as a child."
"Very interesting, I'm sure," Sykes scowled with impatience, "but what does that have to do with anything?"
"I did a cross check. It's in the Lincoln Park area, and guess what? It's a rental."
"So? It was probably sold some time ago."
Edwards smiled as he watched the face of his superior. You couldn't do any of this without me...that's why I'm invaluable to you...
"The relevant question is..." Edwards paused for effect, "...who is the owner now?"
"Who knows...who cares?" Sykes said, but his mind was beginning to follow Edwards' cryptic comments.
"I have a number to contact about the house. I can find out who..."
"Call!" Sykes ordered vehemently -- this time without hesitation. Could be just another blind alley, but it's worth a shot...and Edwards does have good instincts.
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My God...this feels so good...it's like a drug that I can't get off of...
A cathartic, dreamlike trance settled over her as her mouth responded to the soft touch of his skin against hers. As his long hair fell forward, he deliberately allowed the strands to brush across her neck and lap further down to the hollow at the base of her throat. Light tingling sensations in her lower limbs expanded outward as his large hands snaked upward along her legs.
Her body had ceased to be her own to control. With a seasoned mastery of eliciting sexual response, he began to close in on her will and gradually pull it away from her. Wild, dark eyes took hold of hers and reeled her in -- almost playfully daring her to resist his well planned onslaught.
Now another pressure against her body sent a sharp shudder through her. Deftly slipping his hand into the neckline of her blouse, his fingers strayed further down, and then just as quickly returned to begin unbuttoning her top button. A wicked, throaty laugh surprised her as each button was released.
"Buttons...always buttons."
Delicately pushing her silk blouse out to either side of her body, his movements halted and his hands remained suspended in the air. She heard him utter something under his breath with obvious admiration for what met his eyes. Cool air rushed over her bared skin, and within seconds she knew that the next touch would seal her fate.
Sherry's eyes were glued to his -- hypnotized by their hazel depths. Her shaking body vibrated and braced as his hands began their spiral downward toward her.
The next thirty seconds was like some unimaginable sequence as his hands made contact and pressed deep into her flesh. She could see his eyes glinting with lust, and his tongue rub seductively against his teeth. Suddenly, without warning and at lightning speed, his facial expression abruptly transformed, and a twisted mask of horror seemed to explode over his visage. Yanking his hands away as if he had reached down into fire, his fingers tightened and curled up like claws.
Staring down with disbelief and shock at his hands, his eyes automatically lit up like white-hot sparks. Dropping his head back, he opened his mouth and a rasping, guttural howl of rage thundered out into the room.
"TODDY!!!!"
