Yeah, okay. It was cool.
“C’mon, I’ll show you what to do,” Storm said.
“How long is that going to take?”
“Don’t know. Depends on you I guess.”
Judging from the way I’d been moving around so far, it wasn’t going to be something I got the hang of in five minutes.
“How long have I been here?”
“Not quite a full day, but a while. I waited until G.R. left to come in.”
That long? Why is it time always passed so quickly whenever you really wanted it to slow down, yet when you wanted something over and done with, it seemed to take forever?
“Do you know where Frankie is?”
“She’s here, at her apartment.”
“Did you see her? How did she look?”
“I didn’t really notice. I was just there to, uh… make sure her and her apartment was secure.”
That was kind of an odd response for someone whose life was spent observing the details about other people. But I didn’t have time to ask him about his weirdness. I had enough to worry about.
“G.R. is on the hunt for the bodies. You need to move the two you hid. Put them in separate places. Make sure they’re where no one would think to look,” I stressed. I left the female body in L.A. and hid the soul in Scotland. I was hoping the fact they weren’t here in Alaska would buy me a little bit of time to get there and move them before they realized the bodies might not be here.
“Well, let’s get you out of here so I can do that.”
“No. There isn’t enough time,” I said. “Go move the bodies first. And check on Frankie. Make sure she’s safe. Tell her…” My voice trailed away. There was so much I wanted to say to her. So many things I wanted to apologize for. But those were all things I needed to tell her myself.
“What about you?” Storm asked.
“After you move the bodies and check on Frankie come back, that should buy us some time for you to show me how to get out of here.” I thought about telling him to warn Frankie about the Reaper and possibly tell her to get out of town. But I didn’t want to scare her. And I really didn’t think her leaving town would protect her. The Reaper would find her. Besides, I was hoping G.R. would be too busy searching to bother with her. The safest place for her was with me; I would keep her safe. “I need to get out of here,” I whispered to myself.
“I’ll hurry,” Storm promised as he moved toward a wall. I was envious at how easy he made it look. So envious that I tried to follow him, trying again to have some control. I ended up floating upward and getting stuck against the ceiling. I felt like a stupid balloon.
“Keep practicing,” Storm said, watching me. “Concentrate on giving yourself the feeling of weight.”
“Give Frankie a message for me,” I called as he slid halfway through the wall. The words rushed out of me quickly and then he was completely gone. I didn’t know if he heard what I said, but I hoped he did and I hoped she understood the message when she heard it.
Don’t give up on me yet,I thought.
Then I started concentrating.
Chapter Forty
“Borrow - to adopt or use as one's own.”
Frankie
I almost expected it to be the cops. That they somehow figured out I was harboring a body in my house and they had come to drag Piper and me off to jail.
I stood behind the door, wishing I had a peephole so I could at least prepare myself for whatever I was about to be accused of. I cast a glance at Piper who was standing behind me, a worried look on her face.
The person banged on the door again and I jumped. “I know you’re in there, Frankie. Open the door!”
I frowned at the unfamiliar voice calling my name.
