THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Someplace; the same time:

A young beautiful lady pulled the long black shawl closer, making certain her hair was covered and there was little to see of her face. Her heart beat so hard she was afraid anyone close would hear. Everything hinged on making the official believe her.

Yodar had forged the papers, and he was the best. He could hack any computer, provide information or get it. She didn’t doubt for a minute that the papers he created would be in order and pass close scrutiny, but she still had to make the official believe her.

The tin building was rusted and looked as if it might fall apart at any moment. A man came forward to meet her, looking solemn as the casket was wheeled ahead of her into the shade of the building. Fortunately the sun was setting and shadows fell around her, helping to make it more difficult to see her clearly.

“Your papers?” He asked. His voice was kind. The name on his badge identified him as Rendal Owens.

She glanced back toward the small plane she’d flown to the airport and then handed her papers to the official, making certain her eyes were downcast and she looked weepy. She had taken care to use drops to make her eyes red and watery, just in case she couldn’t pull off acting on her own.

Owens looked over her papers and then up at her several times with sharp, disbelieving eyes.

“You’re young to be bringing home your brother’s body alone. No one else is traveling with you?” He asked.

She shook her head, trying to look more tragic than ever.

“My father is dead, and now my brother.” She choked back a sob worthy, she was certain, of an Oscar performance.

“There is no one else to bring him home to our mother.”

The official looked at her again and studied her papers closer.

“He died of a broken heart?” There was skepticism in his voice.

She nearly choked.

When I get my hands on you, Yodah, you’re going to die of more than a broken heart.

She used her telepathic connection with Yodah to let him know he was in huge trouble.

A terrible tragedy. She received his reply.

Yodah was unrepentant as always. There was amusement in his tone. No matter how serious a situation, he didn’t mind in the least being mischievous.

She managed to keep a straight face and gave Owens a solemn nod.

“He just wasted away when his girl left him. He refused to eat.” She said.

She had no choice but to go with it, even if it meant twisting her fingers together hard in order to prevent the official from seeing she was shaking.

“It’s a terrible tragedy. Nothing could save him.”

Okay, even to her ears, that sounded totally lame. But a broken heart? Only Yodah would come up with something so dramatic and unbelievable. How else could she explain he’d died of a broken heart? There was definitely going to be another cause of death after they opened the casket.

She could feel his laughter.

‘Of course you’re laughing. You’re safe in the coffin, the tragically dead brother, while I’m lying my ass off to this man who could put me in prison for the rest of my life.’

She knew though that he would never let that happen. If necessary he’d give the official a “push” to believe her. Right now, he was having too much fun listening to her squirm-and she supposed she deserved it. She was making him do something highly dangerous, and he would be blamed more than she, would be if anything went wrong.

Her mother would probably just kill him on sight.

“Yeah, right.” He said.

“She’ll rip me from limb to limb.”

“You should be worrying about me ripping you from limb to limb.” She threatened.

“How old are you?” The official stared at her passport and papers and then back up to her face. “Did you pilot that plane?”

She lifted her chin, trying for older and much sterner. She knew she looked young, but not her eyes. If he looked her directly in the eye, he would believe what those forged papers said. And they were great forgeries. Yodah had many talents, although making up stories was clearly not one of them.

“I’m much older than I look,” She replied. It was partially the truth. She felt older, and that should count for something. She’d been through more than most women-okay, teens.

“I’m twenty-five.”

“Twenty-five?” He asked skeptically.

Yodah had insisted she be twenty-five if she was going to pilot the plane. Piloting planes had come easy to her and it was something she especially loved, so her adopted father, Myles, had allowed her to learn.

“I have to open the coffin,” The official added, watching her closely.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

She managed a little sob and covered her mouth, nodding slightly.

“I’m sorry. Yes, of course. They said you would. I was expecting you to.” She straightened her shoulders and spine courageously.

He looked at her much more kindly.

“You don’t need to watch. Stand over there.” He nodded to a corner of the building just a few feet away.

She felt a little sorry for him. If she knew anything at all about Yodah, she knew he would put on some kind of show.

“Don’t you dare blow this by scaring him.” She warned.

“I mean it, Yodah.”

“You’re no fun. I can always remove his memories. Wouldn’t it be so delicious to do an impression of Count Dracula? I’ve watched the movie a million times. I’ve got the look and accent down perfectly.”

He sounded far too eager. It took a lot of discipline to keep amusement from her mind where he could read it. She didn’t doubt for a moment that he could do a perfect Dracula impression.

“Resist the urge. We aren’t out of the woods and we can’t afford to take any chances. We’re in an unfamiliar territory. Or at least close enough that someone might be near us to sense the use of energy. Restrain yourself, Yodah.”

He heaved a sigh.

” No matter what the outcome, your mother is going to kill me, a slow and painful death, too. I should be able to have a little fun.”

That was hitting very close to the truth. Her mother was going to murder all of them, but if their plan worked, it would be well worth it.

She gave Owens a small, grateful smile and moved away from the coffin. Standing in the open door, her arms wrapped around her middle for comfort, she stared outside into the gathering darkness, holding herself very still. Their plan had to work.

“Behave Yodah, or else.” She warned again.

“Okay okay. You’ve got a point.” He stated.

Laughter bubbled over in his voice.

“What a sorry waste of a good coffin.”

Now there was disgust in his tone.

She couldn’t tell if he was going to behave or not. It was impossible with Yodah. He marched to his own drum. She sent up a silent prayer, hoping for the best.

Nothing moved for a while. She could hear the sound of a clock ticking loudly.

Owens coughed nervously. He glanced at her. She put her hand over her mouth and lowered her eyes.

“Yodah! Behave yourself.”

She was somewhere between laughing and crying with nervous tension.

Owens stepped back to the coffin and peered in, beads of sweat visible on his forehead. He cleared his throat.

“He certainly looks robust for a man who starved himself to death.”

“The least you could have done was make yourself look emaciated if you wanted him to believe your preposterous story.” She scolded Yodah.

She pressed a handkerchief to her mouth.

“They did such a good job at the funeral home. I particularly asked them to make certain he looked good for our mother.”

The official pressed his lips together and studied the body. He was suspicious, but she wasn’t certain of what.

Clearly there was a dead body in the coffin. Did he suspect her of running drugs? Guns? If so, that didn’t bode well for what she had planned. She needed to look like a naive young teenager who might be slightly ditzy.

She held her breath as he reached for the lid of the coffin and slowly closed it.

“Is someone coming for you?” Owens asked as he locked the coffin lid and glanced at his watch.

“I can’t stay. You were the last plane coming in.”

“My brother’s friend arranged for a truck to pick us up. He’ll be here any minute,” She assured him solemnly.

“Thank you so much for all your help.”

“You can wait in here,” Owens said in a kind voice. “I’ll come back in a couple of hours and lock up.” He looked around the dilapidated building. It was nothing more than four metal walls, mostly rusted, some so badly there were holes.

“Not that there’s much to lock up.” He glanced again at his watch.

“I would wait with you, but I have another job to go to.”

She sent him a wan smile.

“It’s all right. Really. He’ll be here any minute.”

Owens gave her one last look and exited the rickety building, leaving her there alone with the locked coffin. She waited until she saw his car drive off and the lights disappear completely down the road. She took a careful look around. She appeared to be alone.

“Yodah, you can quit playing dead,” She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She banged on the coffin lid with her fist. “Died of a broken heart? Really? You couldn’t think of anything else, anything, say, more realistic?”

“Chill Freya. It worked, didn’t it?” Yodah stated, pushing off the coffin’s lid.