Subject:  I Remember Sarah - Chapter 31 |
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Date Posted: Tuesday, February 28, 08:05:30am
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Loveroy
's message, "Thank You My Dear, here it goes..." on Wednesday, December 14, 05:40:32pm
Nikita started to move towards the service area to order another coffee and thought better of it, walking instead towards the refrigerated pre-packed area and buying a pint of whole milk. The area sat next to a window and she stood by it drinking the cold white liquid while observing the comings and goings of the city outside. Nikita was always looking for something to spice up her life and somehow she knew that traditionally milk did a body good.
Smiling at her musings, she spied Simone across the street looking radiant as she introduced Nikita to the handsome apparition of a green eye stranger. The two women exchanged a glance and then Nikita was witness, as if watching an Oscar winning film, to Giles Levac's life. Quietly Simone joined Nikita's side and they watched Giles do what he did best - take command of any given situation, even if he was not more than a secondary character in a supporting role.
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The keyless entry alarm of the BMW gave two pulses as Sebastien got ready to open the sedan's door. Gilles Levac appeared out of a black iron gate next to an obviously autumn affected bush, and Sebastien hesitated before finally boarding the automobile. The handsome policeman exited the fenced-in area, his left hand in his pocket as he strutted elegantly towards Sebastien. As the men exchanged glances, Levac's green eyes were silver with the intensity that obviously characterized him.
In a posture reminiscent of a superhero, Levac's left hand motioned the moving car to stop as he crossed in front of it and he continued walking towards the driver's side. Sebastien lowered the electric window, his eyes glued to the approaching detective's intensive stare, wondering what was to come next. The automobile was expensive, coal gray and polished with spotless windows fitting the market operator to a tee.
The distinctive looking detective's hair was slightly mussed by a surge of wind as he looked around. His eyes darting back and forth now, not staring at the driver but instead making sure the camera sitting outside the parking lot didn't notice his activities. His demeanor resolute, his intention deliberate and surprisingly the lines defining the boundaries of personal agendas fleetingly blurred.
The detective spoke, "Heroin used to be for the rich. Now prices have dropped and that has changed. But traditionally it's the drug of musicians... of poets." Gilles Levac's voice was soft, authoritative, pleasing, honorable and with a hint of a lyrical tone.
Finally the Detective who was a portrait of wisdom with a few crows' feet adorning his beautiful face, again looked at Sebastien. The officer's eyes twinkled, his ever-present smirk immediate, his hair mused, all aiding in making him seem compassionate. Sebastien watched him and for a second it was as if he watched himself.
"You mean, ask my friends?" Sebastien questioned with more of a statement than a query.
"I don't mean anything," Levac said, again looking around at the ever-present red light of the parking-lot camera, the ephemeral moment from before disappearing as he continued, "I'm repeating rumors circulated in the media." Smirk, wind blown hair, control slipping, left hand on the window frame and the gorgeous green eyes smiled.
But then, Gilles Levac's smirk turned into a forced smile one more time as he looked at Sebastien who said, "Okay". The handsome detective just nodded.
The Detective's left hand touched the roof of the car once more as he strutted away. The picture of the retreating imperious man leaving Sebastien with a bittersweet feeling that would be hard to ever again shed. It was good that Sebastien had changed his position and decided to make amends with his dying father. Karma was a bitch and fate had an annoying way of biting one in the ass when it was least expected.
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Nikita turned to ask Simone the numerous questions she now had and once more found her ghostly friend gone. Instead, a nervous Sebastien sat across her, imbibing the warm rich dark liquid from the china mug he held in his hands. The waitress inopportunely arrived at their side with a piece of pie for Sebastien and another container of milk for the confused blonde. The man then continued with his detailed recount of the scene Nikita had just witnessed.
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The meeting in the coffehouse between a heart broken Sebastien and a concerned Nikita was not as brief as they would have liked; however, it was poignant for both. At first she had been madder than mad when she learned that the drug the man was soliciting was heroin and vehemently insisted that she never used anything stronger than pot, somehow needing to make her companion understand her position. But Sebastien was not interest in the woman's drug use, just her sources.
Sebastien explained to Nikita that he needed to find the drug to ease his father's pain and subsequently his own emotional suffering and although sympathetic the cop had failed to advise him directly where he could get the stuff. He continued recounting the Detective's comments about artists and poets and let out a strangled sigh of desperation as he focused on the immediacy of his need. Nikita watched the rich man before her almost whimper with the frustrating dissolution that comes with knowing that one has lost control of one's actuality - the invasion.
As was usually the case when it concerned her gift from beyond, Nikita had another apparition in dark when she least expected it, this one was different that the ones involving Simone. Visuals rushed at her and she looked in her purse for sunglasses to restrain the lights that fought to capture her. She saw before her images than in that moment didn't mean much, but quickly allowed her to identify one figure in the midst of it all. She recognized the man from her University days, the one that would now aid in their search for emotional relief.
She picked up the cell phone and made a call to the recognizable specter, a professor she had a non-sexual affair with and who introduced her to the contemptible cannabis. After professing his yeaning for her, the man quickly and efficiently divulged a heroin source. Nikita thanked the older intellectual and promised to visit him as soon as time allowed, which they both knew would never come.
When Nikita gave Sebastien the dealer's name, the man was thankful but afraid of going to buy the drugs himself. What if he got caught? After all he was a respectable businessman and no longer a resident of Montreal. He had much too much to loose, so he made Nikita an offer she could not refuse.
Nikita considered her options while wrangling with personal ghosts of her own and after much persuasion, she signed a handwritten agreement the man drew up. The contract assured that large sums of money would go to her mom in the form of monthly stipends up through the remainder of Roberta's life. Nikita would risk her freedom, risk her reputation and even her life with this covenant to be the go-to girl, but she never turned her back to a good deal. Simone never once crossed her mind.
Just like Sebastien felt the need to help his ailing father, Nikita always struggled to help Roberta and here was the best opportunity yet. Roberta's financial stability in her golden years was worth the risk she was about to take. The acquaintances had become confidants in the game of finding serenity and they briefly discussed their present personal concerns after signing the agreement. Individual peace of mind was the great equalizer between two people that walked such divergent paths, but that previously walked through preceding lives in similar shoes.
Postulating about the lessons they were learning, Sebastien told Nikita more about the charitable policeman who he now understood guided Sebastien without seeking reward. The Detective had showed compassion and elevated deportment towards another human being, by risking his job for a stranger in need. Nikita agreed that it was a good thing that there were still good people in the World and the cop belonged to that 5% club their parents had told them about. Too bad Sebastien was not in this for purely altruistic purposes, the man found himself between a rock and a hard place.
As they left the coffeehouse with plans to meet under the cover of night, Nikita divulged part of her paranormal vision to a suddenly interested Sebastien. He wanted to know what else she had been told, wanted to be filled in on what the future held for him. Could she predict the ups and downs of the Stock Market? She sighed and shook her head and explained. Of course, as it was usually the case, things were quickly back to their quotidian self with Sebastien worried only about himself.
Nikita quizzically told Sebastien before they parted ways, "In the 22nd century there is really just one problem - we are being assaulted by civilization. Isn't that a fact? Listen to Gilles Levac, 'It's an Invasion.'"
Sebastien smiled at Nikita's retreating back; he was truly confused at the remark and at the same time preoccupied with his state of affairs. He was sorry he was about to put the blonde in a peril he was sure she had never been in before. As they walked away from each other, he realized that she must have really seen the apparition she described, because although he had never told her the policeman's name, she knew it. It surprised Sebastien that Nikita was so insightful, perhaps the future was indeed bright, perhaps...
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