Free Unsettled Graves: A Crossroads of Kings Mill Novel (The Crossroads of Kings Mill Book 3) by Loni Lynne Page A

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                  “Hey, I think I’m taking this better than you are. And I’m the non-believer.” He tried to laugh and lighten the mood.
                  “Don’t you understand? What I have done could alter history. If he’s here now, what happens in the past? What will happen to the present and future with him in it?”
                  “You’re talking Star Trek—the whole alternate universe, time shift, thing?”
                  “Supposedly it’s real. I’ve made a real mess.”
                  The food came and Tonya picked at her meal as he devoured his. There was no talking to her about the situation. All they could do is wait for the Wilton Women to decide what needed to be done next. They hadn’t specified directly. Vickie had shooed them on their way and basically said not to worry, they’d be in touch as soon as they had some answers. But where did someone find answers to questions of unfathomable physics? Were they going to talk to Stephan Hawking on String Theory and Time Displacement?
                  Looking up from his final bite of Kung Pao, the red-headed kid stood just beyond Tonya’s left shoulder.
                  “Don’t look now,” he whispered conspiratorially, “but I think someone is hungry. Should we ask him to join us? Maybe he’s hungry enough to finish your meal.”
                  Confused, Tonya slowly turned around to see what he was talking about.
                  “Come here, kid. It’s okay. I’m not going to bite you,” Camden said.
                  Tonya didn’t say anything, she didn’t seem to be able. Her body went rigid with something akin to fear. The boy walked up to her and held out his hand. Closing her eyes, she shook her head, tears streaming down her face. Before Camden could do anything, she threw down her linen napkin and ran out of the restaurant.
                  Trailing behind her, Camden raced after her as the manager called to him in angry Chinese. He paused at the door. It was no use. Tonya had driven off in a hurry, nearly running into a lady pulling into the plaza.
                  With the boy nowhere in sight, Camden returned to his seat. He sighed. His waiter came right away with the check, so he didn’t try to get up and leave again without paying.
                  “Can you box the leftovers up and give them to the young boy who was just here, please?”
                  “What young boy?”
                  “The little red-head, ragamuffin that was just here. He looks like he could use a meal.”
                  Leaving enough cash to cover the meals and extra for the tip, Camden left, making his way across the complex to his apartment unit. He trudged up the three flights of stairs wearily wanting nothing more than a hot shower and perhaps play a video game on his laptop before heading to bed. He remembered he was working for Kenneth Miles at the Old Mill, he decided he needed to get up early.
                  Sighing, his steps became heavier.
                  At the first landing ahead of him stood that damn kid. What the hell did the kid want with him? Why had he scared off Tonya?
                  “Look, kid, I’m not in the mood for your games. I’m kinda pissed and tired right now anyway. Go home.”
                  The kid only glared at him. That did it. He’d had enough. Racing at the kid, the brat took off like a shot. He managed to catch a glimpse of the kid as he rounded the top landing. Ah-ha! He had him now. There was nowhere else for the kid to go. His landing was at the top and it was just his apartment.
                  “I’ve got you now you little sonofa—”
                  Nothing. The kid wasn’t at the top of the stairs. The small landing to