Rise of the Wadjet Witch - By Juliet C. Obodo Page 0,49
winning numbers.”
“Come again?” He looked like a little boy who just discovered there wasn’t a Santa Claus. “No, that can’t be right.” He almost began to panic, but then the strange smile returned. “Well, I will just have to make use of what I have. Because Neptune and Pluto have been transitioning in sextile from 1942 to 1997, everyone born during these years has this special link in their charts. They are able to tap into the best of both Neptune and Pluto. As a generation we all have extrasensory perceptions; we just need a spiritual awakening. I’ve had mine and though I’m only human I have psionic energy, even if it is mediocre. I can always use the next girl’s to raise it.”
“So there is another victim. Where is she?”
“Where is who?” Jonathan cocked his head coyly.
Lawrence focused on him, asking him questions to force him to recall the image and location of the next victim.
“Stop it, boy,” he ordered. He shook his head and brought up his tattoo to shield himself from Lawrence’s gaze. Lawrence seemed to struggle to enter his mind. The tattoo actually worked; that was how he must have known that they were coming. Too bad that they didn’t know what was coming to them. Memphis felt tears running down her face. She actually loved this person. How could she not know that he was an insane serial killer?
“Where is the girl?” Memphis asked this time.
“Oh, the girl. You actually would like her. You would probably consider her a good friend. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.”
They didn’t think it was possible for Jonathan to sound any crazier, but this last statement proved them wrong.
“Memphis, try to find her. Focus on the room and try to unveil what is hidden. He might have used a spell to cloak her. I will focus on him.”
Memphis tried to focus on the room, but was distracted by Jonathan’s ramblings.
“We will be victorious. Come with me, Memphis. You may still become one of my wives. They will take mercy upon you, for you know not what you do.”
“Who are they?” Lawrence asked.
“Where is the girl?” Memphis whispered. She felt someone else’s presence behind the partition in the room. “Who is there?” she called out. “Show yourself!”
The person ran down the back stairs.
“Come back! Return!” she shouted.
Instead of bringing someone forward, Memphis mentally loosened the partition from the floor and it flew toward them. They jumped out of the way.
Jonathan looked at her in wonder. “Oh, my goddess,” he called. He came forward and kneeled down in front of her. “I am your servant. Please forgive me for my transgressions. I will aid you in your search for the Eye of Ra.”
“I don’t want to find the Eye of Ra.” Memphis backed away from him.
He got up and looked at her in confusion, and then he became angry.
Lawrence started to concentrate on Jonathan’s head again.
“I told you to stop that, boy.” Jonathan held his tattoo to his forehead. “I’m protected.”
“By whom?” Lawrence asked, and then he whispered to Memphis. “I can see them . I’m seeing an image of a man and a woman. That’s odd that it’s only two people”
“By the most powerful—by the ones who shall show us the Eye of Ra!”
Memphis joined hands with Lawrence. She could almost see them, too. They were getting through to Jonathan. They would save the girl and this would all be over.
“Everything will be all right,” she whispered, but she spoke too soon.
Suddenly Jonathan’s head exploded. Memphis screamed and she couldn’t stop screaming. She felt arms around her and she was dragged out of the room. Jonathan’s blood and brain matter felt like someone had splashed a bowl of warm soupy oatmeal on her face.
“Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan,” she mumbled. This had to be a dream. The past two months weren’t real. She would wake up and everything would return to normal.
Gabriella had arrived with backup and Lawrence explained what had happened. They couldn’t find any trace of another victim, but they did find blood. They would take Memphis’s statement tomorrow morning when she recovered. They kept Lawrence for questioning. A police escort would show her home.
They forgot to tell the police escort to take her to their home in Queens. Instead, he took her to her apartment building. Memphis was still in shock and didn’t care where she was; she just wanted get away from the observatory. She could never go back.
When she got to her door, she saw a notice. Apparently, the