Continued from March 8, 2018
Claire and Daniel spent the next few hours pouring over the book with no leads on how they could bring everyone back. Every story contained in the book seemed only to immortalize the person in Claire’s position in the story. There was no indications anywhere through the stories that there was any other path than to fight with the other group.
“There’s nothing here.” Daniel said as he closed the book. “What are we going to do now?”
“Where did you get that book?” Claire asked, “Did you have it before all this began?”
“I got it when the light took me from the police station.” Daniel said.
“Will you tell me what happened?”
“Yeah. You remember you and your partner were interviewing me, trying to figure out what had happened to me. At that point I still didn’t remember the trials.” Daniel began.
“I remember.” Claire said, “Go on.”
“Well, when the light took me from the room I was instantly in another room. It looked like it was made of some kind of stone. The Creator was there waiting for me. He was warm and comforting as he explained everything that was going on. He told me that it would be my responsibility to instruct you going forward when he handed me this book.” Daniel said putting his hand on the book. “He had me sit at a table for days reading and rereading the book until I had it committed to memory. When I could recite the book without needing to reference it, he sent me back. When I came to, I was lying in the Deering Oaks on a bench, and this book was in my arms.”
“The book was given to you by whatever that guy is?” Claire clarified.
“Yes.” Daniel said. “It seemed really important that I keep the information. Even more so that I found you.”
“Do you think there is a chance that the other group has a book as well?” Claire asked.
Daniel’s eyebrows furrowed, “I’m not sure. It could be possible I suppose.”
Claire pulled her phone from her pocket, unlocked it, and called Goldman again. She paced back and forth as she listened to the ringing on the other end. When it went to voicemail she called again. She needed to get in touch with him to find out what he had discovered. The fourth time she called the line picked up.
“Hello?” The voice didn’t belong to Goldman.
“I’m looking for Ron Goldman. Is he available?” Claire asked.
“Who is this?” The voice replied.
“His partner, Detective Claire Haskel.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this, Detective, but your partner is dead. There was an accident. He didn’t make it.”
“Who is this?” She asked, but the line went dead.
Claire’s heart sank. The room spun and she had to sit in a chair. She felt the tears coming and the air felt heavy and hard to breathe. She dialed the number again but it went straight to voicemail.