TIME & TIED: ESCALATION

ARC 2.2 - To the Future

PART 35b: THE WOUNDED 2

Luci shook her head. "Frank, WHY?” She paused to make sure there was no one in earshot before whispering, “Julie shot Carrie! Should we defend that simply because she escaped into the past with our time machine?”

“There's more to it than that," Frank protested. "It's as I told you before the ambulance showed up, Julie was acting funny."

"Frank, Julie's never been normal. Remember the flyer?”

Frank shook his head. "No, listen, the whole incident didn't make sense.” He slapped his index finger into his palm, deciding he had to justify this as much to himself as he did to her. “First, Julie arrived at my place totally calm and collected. Then she was shaking like a leaf. Why?” He added a second finger. “Second, she shot at Carrie knowing I was there and could I.D. her, yet she took no direct action against me - not until I provoked her. None of which sounds like a typical Julie plan.”

Luci opened her mouth as if to interject something, but Frank kept talking, adding a third finger to his tally. “Third, and most importantly, what on earth was her motive? Why shoot Carrie, and then decide to undo, well, everything? Why not simply avoid shooting anyone in the first place, meaning there’s nothing to undo?”

Luci stared, seemingly wondering if he was going to add another point. "So, what, you think Julie was set up?" she asked at last.

"I don't know," Frank admitted, spreading his arms out, wondering if he sounded as frustrated as he felt. "So until we DO know something, we keep Julie’s name out of it. There was a robber. You didn’t get to my house in time to see anything, and then you came here to the hospital. End of story."

Luci rubbed her nose. “For THIS, you don’t compromise,” he heard her mumble. She looked back up at him before he could think to comment. “Okay, look. You HAVE to realize that as soon as Carrie regains consciousness, Julie’s name is going to come up.”

Frank nodded. "True. But this delay? Will give me enough time to talk with Clarke."

“With..." Luci’s vexed look became thoughtful. “Hm. What do you think Clarke knows? How much are you planning on telling him about what happened? Are you going to mention the time machine?"

“Clarke gets the whole story.” Frank rubbed the back of his head. “So I’ll have to mention the time machine. But as you pointed out to Tim a few days ago, we're pretty sure Clarke knows already.”

Luci nodded. "True enough." The young girl rocked on her heels for a moment. “And the only person who might object is Carrie, and she can't exactly vote right now. Thing is, if you’re right? If someone blackmailed Julie into what she did? Something big is going on. Maybe bigger than we can handle."

"Hey, if you have other options, I'm open to suggestion here.”

Luci opened her mouth to respond, but ultimately shook her head. "Nothing comes to mind," she sighed. "I'll keep thinking though.”

“Okay,” Frank agreed. “I’ll let you know how it goes with Clarke.” He glanced over towards the clock. “So unless there’s anything else...?”

Luci started to shake her head in the negative, but then she grimaced. “Okay, yeah, one other thing I want to ask.”

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"Sure, Luci, anything."

The young girl pursed her lips. "Carrie and me, we're not so alike, are we? I mean, we're not 'close', like her father said, right? After all, she’s so... so... while I’m so... I mean, I’m not like her, am I?”

Frank felt at a loss as to what the actual question was there. “Not really. Why, does something about the comparison bother you?"

“It annoys me that her father said we were close, within minutes of my first meeting him," Luci said. She crossed her arms. “I mean, you don’t think I’m going to be like Carrie two years down the road, right?"

Frank grinned, as he tried to picture Luci spinning her hair in her fingers and batting her eyelashes, trying to get random boys in the hall to carry her books for her. "Trust me, Luci," he said reassuringly. "I don't think you have anything to worry about."

***

Lee whistled absently as he finished reshelving the last of the books. A quick glance at his watch told him he was just in time, the library would be closing in another two minutes. "Another day, another dollar," he remarked aloud. He quickly wheeled the book trolley back to the rear of the building, resisting the urge to ride on it.

It was as he walked back to the stairs that some movement caught his eye back in the records section. "'lo?  Anyone there?" Lee called out.

He saw the movement again and decided to check it out. "Hello?" he called out again. "Library's closing in under a minute, get going while the getting going's good."

There seemed to be a figure standing in the shadow of the main shelves. "Time's up today, buddy," Lee continued. "Come back tomorrow." The figure didn't respond. "Look, I can totally see you," Lee observed. "And the library is closed, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

The figure finally stepped forwards. It was a person wearing a cowl which concealed their face; Lee couldn’t make out any features. "You are going to do something for me now," he - it was a male voice - said. "Listen carefully. You will turn around, and forget that you ever saw me. Understand?"

"Uh huh," Lee replied. "Sure, buddy. You been reading 'Hypnotism for Dummies'? Come on, I'm serious, library's closed.”

The figure stepped closer. “I SAID, you will turn around, and forget that you ever saw me," he repeated. “Understand?"

Lee rolled his eyes. "Hey, Judy,” he shouted out, hoping the head librarian would hear. "We've got a stowaway back here. Looks to be part of some weird cult.”

Said stowaway quickly reached up and pushed back his hood, allowing Lee to take in the features of a nondescript thirtysomething male with longish, dark hair. "I am not part of a weird cult," the man said in obvious irritation.

Lee grinned. "Customer's always right, of course. I simply call 'em as I see 'em."

The man glared. "You have a very closed mind, and little to no understanding of what's really going on around you."

"Yeah, that's what my friends always say. Now, are you gonna leave the library or not? You can always come back tomorrow, you know. This is how libraries work."

"Oh, very well," came the grudging reply. "What time do you open?"

"Hours are posted out front," Lee said automatically. The man let out another quiet grumble and began to move past him. "Oop, hold on," Lee remarked, extending his hand to block the way. "Is that a book of bound newspapers in your hand? Those can't leave the library, sorry."

The man turned. "I need some of these articles."

"Well, take a snapshot or photocopy them then," Lee replied. The man nodded and moved off towards the photocopier station. "But not now," Lee added. "Seeing as the library closed five minutes ago."

"You really are trying my patience."

"Is there a problem here?" came a new, female voice.

Lee turned to see the head librarian approaching. "No problem, Judy,” he assured her. "Whatzizname here was looking to photocopy old newspaper clippings, except he left it a bit late."

Judy nodded. “Right, the photocopiers will have powered down by now," she stated. "Can you come back tomorrow, sir?”

"Oh, well, fine!" the thirtysomething said. He tossed the book of bound newspapers angrily into Lee’s arms, with enough force to make Lee stumble, then stalked off towards the stairwell.

‘Now there,’ Lee mused, ‘goes a guy accustomed to getting his own way.’

"I'll follow him to make sure he gets out,” Judy said. “Can you possibly reshelve that volume before you leave yourself?”

Lee nodded. "No problemo," he affirmed with a grin and a thumbs up. Judy smiled back and headed off, while Lee quickly tracked down the proper place for the records he was holding.

It was as he was sliding them in that he noticed a piece of paper sticking out. Likely a bookmark of sorts. Vaguely curious, Lee pulled the volume back out and flipped open to the page in question. He frowned.

The three year old headline referred to the recent purchase of their town’s biggest house, by a wealthy out-of-town family.

"Bizarre," Lee murmured. "Why’s a creepy dude like that reading up on the LaMille history?” After a moment of thought, Lee shrugged, replaced the volume, and returned to the library's front desk to sign out.