The Kids of Barrie Park Pt. 3

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Chantal said but she was looking away, out the window. She could not meet Liam’s eyes. “I live a completely normal life.” Her voice wavered slightly during those last words which made Liam grin. Liam was an opportunist and he knew an opening when he saw one.

“Be real, we both know that’s not true,” Liam said. “You’re a weirdo just like me. It’s written all over your face. I know we don’t exactly get deep in our conversations. I never really wanted to talk about it, I sense you wanted to just leave it all in the past. I don’t blame you. I wanted the same thing but now we can’t ignore it. Not if it will put us in danger.”

“You sensed all of that, huh?” Chantal asked. “Did you use your hoodoo powers to do that?”

“I didn’t need to,” Liam said with a smirk. “I’m a detective, remember? As a true professional, I can’t let a mystery go once it takes hold.”

“Doesn’t being a professional mean that you get paid for your detecting?” Chantal asked. “This doesn’t seem like it will put money in your pocket.”

“I admit that’s true,” Liam said. “but, like I said, it might just save some lives. Among those lives are yours and mine. That’s all the payment I need, really.”

“Yeah yeah yeah so noble,” Chantal said. “I guess you’re going to drag it out of me eventually but I guess I have experienced some strange things.” She looked around to make sure nobody was close enough to listen in. “I do see things sometimes.” She sipped her Irish coffee.

“You see things?” Liam asked, his face gone serious and respectful. “Tell me about it.” He saw the pained reluctance in Chantal’s face. “Please.” He put as much feeling and compassion into that one word as he could.

Chantal locked eyes with Liam and the weight of her gaze was a lot but he saw her relent. “It’s hard to describe,” Chantal said with some frustration on her face. “Kind of like your thing. Except I see things sometimes instead. Like with my eyes. Sometimes I can see details that others don’t catch. Sometimes I see things that aren’t there. It’s very confusing. I ignore it as much as I can, really.”

“I wonder what that’s all about,” Liam said, mostly to himself. “I really need to figure this out. It could be nothing but it could be everything.”

“I really want nothing to do with it,” Chantal said with a sigh. “but I do have somebody you could talk to if you want.” She said this with utmost hesitance, like pulling nails from an old warped board.

“I don’t want to talk with other clueless members of our alumni,” Liam said. “Especially if they’re brushing their experiences aside as easily as you are.”

“Lay off,” Chantal said, narrowing her eyes. She seemed annoyed, bordering on angry. “We all deal with trauma in our own way. The woman I’m going to send you to is somebody I’ve been avoiding. She won’t leave me alone so I guess I’ll make you her problem and vice versa. You’re in luck, she’s in town for the funeral.”

“Yeah?” Liam said with a laugh. “Who is it?” He was intrigued now.

“She’s a doctor of Literature and History,” Chantal said. “She’s been hounding me to talk about my experiences and about the Incident but I didn’t want to. I don’t even know why I talk to you about it.”

“I’m very charming?” Liam asked. “I also rock your body whenever we run into each other.” He gave her a model-like pose which made her laugh, defusing a lot of the tension between them.

“You are charming,” Chantal said. “Not as charming as you think you are but you are charming and, yes, you are good in bed.” She rolled her eyes. “Speaking of which, are you coming back to my place or not?”

“The lady can’t resist,” Liam said with a smirk. “Yeah, twist my arm. I’ll come home with you and then I’ll contact this doctor of yours in the morning.”

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