Page 11 of Dream Mates
“Awww. I think I’m going to take you home.” I gave Agent Weigmier a sly look.
He sighed. “Please don’t. Here is your food. Please don’t feed him, he has food allergies.”
Yeah, he wasn’t an ordinary kitty was he?
Handing one container to me along with some silverware, he set his down. With a sigh, he did something on his tablet.
“Thank you. Can I let my guys know that I’m okay? They’re going to think I’m dead.” Inside the container there was scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, and some sort of sausages. That would work.
He shook his head as he sat down with his container. “No. They shouldn’t even know that I was there, but there was no time. We had a very small window in which to retrieve you if we were to keep anyone from knowing where you were and still planned on you taking the stand.”
That made sense. I’d seen a few of those movies.
“Will I get to go back to them? I’d like to stay there.” If they made me return to my own realm, I’d be shattered. There was nothing left for me there. I took a sip of the drink, which while clear, was fruity, then gave the kitty a pat.
“It depends on the results of the trials.” Again, there was nothing in his face or voice to give me additional information. He was probably amazing at poker.
My fork full of potatoes stopped halfway to my mouth. “Trials? As in plural?”
“Yes. There were two worlds involved, so there are two trials. You are only a minor witness in the other trial, which is currently already in process, so you need not be here for long. They are simple, straightforward trials–two worlds and property. It wasn’t like it was an elaborate multi-world person-smuggling operation.” He took a bite of his sausage.
“I see.” I had to do this all over? My heart pounded at the idea of being up on the stand again.
“I trust that Fade found you in the park as agreed. I disliked simply thrusting you into that world with nothing set up, especially with you needing medical care. But we had no time, and I couldn’t risk them finding you again, and we needed to minimize contact.” He took another bite of food, his voice bland as if talking about the weather instead of giving me vital information.
“You knew about Fade. And the park.” I had no recollection of telling anyone about that. But, that meant Agent Weigmier leaving me in that world had been intentional. Huh.
“It was most ideal that you had that agreement in place. Putting you in regular protection wasn’t safe enough. I normally have no contact with that class of world, so me trying to locate him would arouse suspicion. It was imperative that no one knew where I was placing you for your own protection.” He took a sip of his drink.
“Fade, Wes, found me. He was there at the house. Please, let me go back to him.Please.” It was half-sob, half-whine, especially as I recalled Wes chasing after the car and the look on his face.
I’d been placed with Wes on purpose. Did that mean I could go back?
Kitty meowed and headbutted me again. I rubbed his head, taking the offered comfort.
“I’m happy to have been able to reunite you with your husband,” he said. “You are spoiling him.”
“He’s a kitty. They like pets. How do you even know all this?” I frowned, as I took a sip of the drink that was not water.
“It’s my job.” Agent Weigmier shrugged and started on his eggs.
“You left me on the bench but came to their house. How did you findme?” I looked at my hands. “Do I have a tracking chip?”
He shook his head. “No. Because they could hack the system and find you.”
“You’re secretive. Are you psychic?” If I wasn’t mistaken there were different types of worlds. Some even had psychics, or supernaturals, and an assortment of variations–like alphas and magic dicks. Wes’ world probably wasn’t even the only one like that.
“You already know too much.” He met my gaze.
“That’s ayes.” I frowned. “Violation of privacy much?”
Brain map. Had he been the one to read my brain, and maybe gotten Wes and the park out of there?
“It was an emergency, you consented, and everything not relevant was erased, with the exception of what I needed to know to protect you,” Agent Weigmier explained as he continued to eat.
That was a lot to digest. But it saved my life–and reunited me with Wes.
“You once mentioned wanting to work here. Is that still something you wish for?” he added.
