sat on top the cold lab of the Baltimore City autopsy room. The
only sound in the closed down morgue was that of the nail file
over her forefinger nail. It was midnight and she had been there
for two hours now. The stiffs that were wheeled in late and sat
to frost were her only company who she didn't want to talk to.
Anne moved to her middle finger, sharpening the fire red nails
to a point as a sound entered her quiet haven. Looking at her
watch, the minute hand pointed to a minute passed. Anne sighed
and continued to turn her nails into weapons.
she jumped her fourth finger for her pinky, the door of the storage
freezer opened. Standing with the blue sheet wrapped around his
waist was Henry Doyle.
you long enough," Anne murmured as Henry looked about, dazed.
His skin still showed the hue of blue from his freezer sleep and
his limbs contracted out of the rigor mortis he'd suspended himself
are my clothes?"
pointed to the counter space that held his three-piece suit.
you for once not get killed or maimed every other week?"
Henry scooted past her back to the freezer. "It's not like
I haven't seen it before, Harry."
stopped and turned to his young cohort.
come on, Harry." He signaled her with one finger, not another
word spoken. Anne covered her eyes as Henry began to strip and
can't keep breaking in here and every other morgue just to get
your body out. Someone will know."
not anymore. Besides, once the Chief ME finds out you're not on
your little bed, they're going to put out a notice."
different from the other times. How do I look?"
uncovered her eyes to the handsome man she was here to "rescue",
or so she put it. "Like
a body that just regenerated inside a morgue."
moved beside Henry, locking each door they came through so as
to not leave any clue they were there. The sky was black with
no stars or moon to help them. Henry liked it that way. No one
could see him or what he was. Anne didn't even know who he was
when he woke up in the San Francisco morgue she worked at. Jumpers
from the Golden Gate Bridge were nothing Anne couldn't handle,
but one that came back to life was something she only read about.
Once she found out about him and helped him out of there, Henry
could think of only two things to do with her: kill her or use
her. Getting out the morgues he got himself into was hard enough.
With some help, he could have his clothes ready and be out with
no one the wiser until morning when his autopsy was up. Anne didn't
have to be dragged to join this death-defyingliterallyman
on whereever he went and the trouble he brought.
continued to switch her attention from the road and the man in
her front seat. Henry continued to loosen his joints in the blasting
heat of the car.
I at least roll down the window? It's a sauna in here."
almost done warming up."
time, I'll remind the coroner to wrap you up in a wool blanket."
Anne flipped off the heat and rolled down the window, bringing
in the comforting fall breeze. "You'll warm up at the motel."
The two were fifteen minutes outside the city limits heading for
Wilmington and on to the city of brotherly love.
motel Henry picked wasn't the Ritz or even the Radisson. Anne
expected rats to run away from the roaches that probably infested
the place. Walking in, they were faced with a wall of Plexiglas,
possibly to pass as bulletproof. The piece of slob that sat behind
the counter kept his eyes on the 13-inch black and white that
sat below his big waist. Anne moved up to the glass and knocked.
supposed innkeeper removed his cigar but not his eyes from the
screen to screech, "Whadda ya want?"
the hell do you think? I want a room!"
turned to Anne, removing the unlit cigar from his mouth. He stared
at the young woman in front of him, anger and a puissant attitude
to boot. He then looked to her partner, a dark figure who hid
his face from him and the security camera.
with ya friend?"
got a room or what?"
room, but it has only one bed."
reached down into the tan satchel she had hanging around her shoulder,
pulling out a thick roll. The man placed the key on the counter
and started salivating as Anne counted out fifty dollars in twenties
and tens. Anne slid the bills under the glass but was caught by
the fat hand from the other side.
throw in a washer and dryer for an extra thirty."
and Henry found the room a bit of a comfort. The bed looked clean,
save the thousands of fluids and other things on there. The carpeting
was as hard as a concrete floor. Anne hopped into the bed as Henry
sat at a makeshift desk with a chair and the dresser that held
the small television. Anne quickly turned it on as she dumped
the contents of her bag. A lock picking kit, a slim-jim and rolls
of cash fell to the bed. Anne pushed her tools to the side as
she began to sort the bills into twenties, tens, fives, and ones.
No big bills, mainly because of the venues she hit up.
the seventh time in a month, a local convenience store was robbed.
Witnesses say a blonde haired woman in sunglasses threatened store
clerks with an unseen weapon for the money in the cash registers.
It is unknown how much she received from each store, but if you
have any information
" Anne switched off the set as
she thumbed the tens in her hand.
"You would think by now they know it's a wig. I have to get
another one, anyway. That blonde one itched. Maybe I can be a
redhead." Anne tossed the short bob cut of her dark brown
you got a job, you wouldn't have to rob convenience stores."
we settled, I could get a job."
scoffed as he held on to a gold chain. From the chain spun a golden
coin as it held the mute light from the lamp. Anne watched as
Henry became mesmerized by the valuable he kept near him at all
guy in Philly, he's supposed to tell you what the coin's for?"
know what it's for. I just need more information on it,"
Henry ran his fingers over the intricate designs that fashioned
the coin. The coin was not only valuable in its weight and price
but for the life it held. Henry's life spanned back as far back
to the time the coin was made. Five hundred years from the Spanish
explorers came the coin and its curse to who possessed it. Henry
never knew so long ago that he would live beyond those he knew
to a life where everyone wanted to know him. Whatever secrets
the coin held, Henry wanted to know.
some sleep. We're leaving at three."
the morning? That's like an hour from now. We just got here."
know, but your new little friend up front will get wise to your
flash of cash and call the cops. So get some sleep. I'll wake
Anne never argued with Henry, because she'd never seen him mad.
She didn't want to see him mad or who knows what he would have
done. Anne packed up and curled up under the thin comforter and
fell fast to sleep.
midday rush had passed as Anne and Henry made their way up and
down the blocks of Philadelphia. Anne kept her face averted and
covered from the crowd, in hopes no one recognized her from the
surveillance videos. Henry, on the other hand, almost jumped up
to see over the crowd of pedestrians on the city sidewalk.
shop should be two blocks up." Anne kept close to Henry like
a child holding onto her mother's dress. If separated, or worse,
caught, who knows what would happen to either one of them or what
would come up. As they passed another tall apartment building,
possibly the tenth they'd seen that say, something coked back
she saw them.
to sound like a movie cliché, but I think we're being followed."
Henry turned to the two uniformed officers, their eyes set on
him and Anne. Henry grabbed hold of Anne's arm and pulled her
through the crowd.
my signal." They took two steps before Henry pushed Anne
forward, sending her running full speed down the street. Henry
made a dash in the other direction, across the full parking lot
into an apartment building. Henry stomped up the ten stories,
the officer close behind him. Opening the roof door, Henry was
greeted by the clear blue sky and the crisp skyline of Philly.
Henry looked down off the building he had entered to the ten-story
drop with pavement below.
around!" the cop yelled. Henry turned to the officer, whose
weapon was brandished. "Put your hands were I can see them."
was no way out. Henry knew that Anne could evade the police and
not get caught. She had been doing so for the past few months,
but he couldn't get caught. Henry hated running from a fight,
but that's all he could do to not show his true self, a man who'd
lived, and died, for over five hundred years. There was no way
out except down. Henry backed closer to the edge. He felt the
barrier on the back of his legs as the officer moved toward him.
don't. Just come with me."
Henry smiled before he sailed off.
sat on the cold metal counters, the dollar store book in her hand.
She did something she hadn't done for some time, she brought something.
The book wasn't anything but something she could have to pass
time. She was halfway through when she heard her name.
Where the hell is it?" Anne looked up to see Henry in a cobalt
blue suit. Anne never knew why he wore suits, just that it was
all he had. Henry continued to dig through his pockets as Anne
jumped off the morgue counter.
the coin? Didn't you put it in my jacket?" Anne dropped the
coin from its chain in front of him. It gleamed in the fluorescent
lights from above.
I had to grab it before they got to you." Henry grabbed it
and admired it as if it was his first time to see it. He dropped
it inside a pocket before looking as his young assistant, her
auburn hair cut to frame her face. "I talked to your guy.
He says that coin's special." Henry moved back toward the
freezer, closing the door to those left.
circa Mayan Civilization. He says that it was one of a few given
to Spanish conquistadors as a curse for what they stole from them.
He didn't know what curse, but definitely a curse. He didn't tell
me much else." Anne moved behind him as he stood silent.
to now?" Henry turned to Anne, smiling.
Louis. I'm driving."