Enemy of my impostor – The retrieval of Jupiter’s heart
Emma is on her way home. In fact, she is just down the street when she sees the man pull the gun on Eric. She was sitting at a stop sign anyway. When she saw their guest approaching their front door, she paused. They weren’t expecting company this evening. Especially not the kind of company trying to look inconspicuous.
Therefore, she pulled to the curb when she was just a block away. From here she sees Eric open the door. Then his look of surprise. Did he know this unexpected stranger? Or was he reacting to the gun? Hard to say as she watches him back slowly into their house.
The stranger follows immediately with the gun pointed directly at Eric. Now Emma is just plain mad. How dare this interloper be so bold! She parks the car and gets out. She moves quickly to the other side of the street. Trying not to look conspicuous herself. She is about to enter her yard when she is caught. And caught good.
The Enemy of My Impostor
Eric backs into the house. He isn’t surprised the impostor pulled the gun. In fact, he’s certain the serial number on the gun will trace back to Detective Laraby. Furthermore, he has the uncanny feeling that a large piece of the puzzle, is about to reveal itself.
The impostor is older. A slightly larger man than Eric, he appears to be in his mid forties. He is unsmiling when he motions for Eric to move further back. As Eric obliges, the impostor takes a quick glance around the room. As he looks around, an almost dream-like expression crosses his face. My impostor Eric thinks.
He turns back to Eric as his eyes refocus. Then he motions for Eric to sit down. Once more Eric obliges, but his patience is thinning quickly. Who the hell was this guy and what did he do to Detective Laraby? Eric didn’t like Laraby, but he sure didn’t wish him harm. Eric can’t help himself from wondering if Laraby is even still alive.
The Retrieval of Jupiter’s Heart
Emma is almost in her own yard, when the big imposing figure steps in front of her. Like a large fast moving cloud he just appeared. Now as she looks upward, she is astounded at his height. He is at least seven foot tall. In fact, he’s so tall she thought it was a fast moving cloud at first. If not for the enormous feet entering her field of vision, she may not have even looked up.
Then a low but very serious voice addresses her.
“Callisto says no one interferes, until he’s ready” The giant looks down at Emma. There is no smile nor even a twinkle in the eye. Just a bland expression, as one long, tree-limb arm, stretches out toward the road. There is a limousine waiting at the curb. Emma frowns as she sees it. When did that get there? Surely she should have seen that from her parking space down the block.
My Impostor
Eric sits on the sofa. He watches the older guy with Detective Laraby’s gun and shield look around the room again. Still with that dream-like expression. His eyes don’t look at Eric. They seem to eventually find him, and then refocus. What was up with this guy? Furthermore, who the heck was he? He is about to ask, when the guy finally speaks.
“Love what you’ve done with the place.” He looks around again before refocusing his eyes on Eric. “What happened to my family’s house? This isn’t the same house I remember, but it’s close. Still feels like home. After all these years.” Now the impostor sits in the chair opposite Eric. The gun is still pointing at Eric, but lower, and off to the side.
Eric is trying to think of how he will answer, when the stranger continues.
My Impostor Home Again
“It’s been over thirty years since I was last here. I was just a kid. I went away to the other side of the world. Fought in war, and never came back.” Eric watches as the older gentleman’s eyes lose focus to that dream-like expression. “By the time I made it home again, I missed my Ma’ and my Pa’.”
The gentleman turns his attention back to Eric. “Now my young friend we have business to discuss. I’m afraid you have trouble on your horizon. Big trouble. The likes of which you’ve never seen. However, you must be someone special because you are here. My old man wouldn’t have allowed just anyone to hold this property. My name is James Abner Thomas but my friends call me Callisto.”