Rise of the Wadjet Witch - By Juliet C. Obodo Page 0,47

to that day. “Where was her office located? What time of day was it when you saw her? When did she first appear to you?”

Mentally, Memphis went through the motions of that day up until the moment the doctor came out of her office to greet her. She could feel Lawrence following her through the tunnels in her mind. He was close, but not intrusive. It reminded her of the way he kissed, taking her level of comfort into consideration. Lawrence tapped into the moment when the doctor appeared and projected the image onto the ball.

She heard a gasp and roused from her reverie. She knew exactly when Luri left her mind, and she felt a strange sense of loss.

The gasp had come from Claudia. Everyone turned to look at her. “It’s her. It’s Keturah.”

“Who is Keturah?” Lawrence asked.

Memphis tried to recover from the experience. She felt hot and dizzy, but not from the mental process. It was because she could still feel Luri inside her mind. It was a feeling more intimate than sex.

“Keturah was my sister’s best friend, but she lost her way. She became power hungry and was forced out of the Sect. If she’s involved, then this is even bigger than I imagined. We have to find the man Lawrence projected and get some information from him.”

“Okay, I will show Memphis who he is tomorrow. I think she may be done for the day.”

Memphis wanted to nod, but her head felt so heavy. She passed out on their couch.

Chapter 15

The person you seek is more dangerous than you know. A wolf in sheep’s clothing has been lying in your bed.

Memphis spent the night in Lawrence’s room and awoke to find this written on a notepad. She quickly hid it in her bag. It had to be referring to Lawrence. What did she really know about him? She let him in her head, but she didn’t really have any clue what was going on in his.

She got out of his bed and quickly dressed. She needed some space to figure out what was going on. No one was in the kitchen when she came out of the room; she ran to the door and down the stone steps. She hailed a cab that luckily was headed south on 36th Avenue. She jumped in before the driver could fully stop.

Memphis sank into the leather seat in relief. It was short-lived, because though she didn’t turn around to look back at the house, she knew that Lawrence was standing on the front steps watching her leave.

She couldn’t return to the crime scene that was her apartment, but she would survive as long as she had her credit card and her netbook. She checked into a reasonably priced hotel in Times Square to spend the night. When she opened the door to her room, she approved its cleanliness before setting down her bags. She undressed and headed to the bathroom for a nice, hot shower.

She let the hot water run over her. She’d been through so much in one day; she’d literally been to the moon and back. Her muscles felt so tight that she decided to fill up the tub and switch to a hot bath. She fell asleep. A few hours later, she woke up to a tub filled with lukewarm water. She reluctantly got out; she wished she could have spent the rest of her life in the bathtub even in tepid water.

She dressed and ordered some room service; she was starving. While she waited, she turned on her netbook to e-mail Virgil. She wanted to discuss the events that took place last night. She entered her password and when she opened her inbox, she saw a new e-mail from an unknown recipient, [email protected].

“Are you kidding me?” She would forward it to Jill so they could track the source. She was surprised and then confused at the message when she opened it.

You know who it is. He works underneath the stars.

She had to call Jill. She found her cell phone and saw that she had a total of eleven missed calls—two from Jill and the rest were from Lawrence.

She knew what both of them needed. She sent Jill the horoscopes that were due that day and the e-mail from astroboy88 to trace. She marked it urgent. She decided she would call Lawrence; she might be able to tell if he was the one who sent her the e-mail.

He picked up the phone on the first ring. “Memphis,