Pierce Nelson was still alone. This time, however, he looked up from his work as the dark woman entered. The visible paling Brigit witnessed on his cheeks as he suddenly looked away made her all the more curious. Pierce Nelson was uneasy about something.

"Is Belinda still out?" she asked.

"She's in, er, uh, Mr. Blackwick's office. They're, ahem ahem, waiting for you," he related nervously.

"They?" Brigit inquired, c.o.c.king a dark eyebrow at the increasingly uncomfortable accountant.

Pierce Nelson gave no reply as she sighed deeply and left the small office. She wondered what was going on that the whole building would be pulsating with such nervous vibrations. She wondered, as she walked down the length of the hall, what would deter her from finis.h.i.+ng her day and finally going home to Maggie this time. As she started to enter the office she shared with John Blackwick, Brigit glanced to her right through the opened door of the small office she had first met Yos.h.i.+ro Takamoto in. Though he appeared to be meditating again, Brigit sensed that he was aware of the energy that was rippling through the walls all around him. His hands were braced against his thighs rather than resting placidly in his lap. He was prepared for immediate action and Brigit wondered why.

John Blackwick was standing before the large mahogany desk, his face void of expression as he eyes met Brigit's. She glanced to her right and found Belinda sitting sadly before Mama Dee. The concerned expression on Mama Dee's face held Brigit's attention.

"What's going on?" she asked as she turned to stand beside John. She set her coffee cup on the corner of the desk and looked at each of the three faces looking back at her.

"Brigit, there's been an 'incident'," John began coolly. Brigit raised an eyebrow.

"You mean aside from the missing Bailey? What now?" she asked; suddenly fearful that the news John would have to tell her would definitely prevent her from going home to Maggie.

"Perhaps you should sit down, baby," Mama Dee suggested gently. Brigit caught the tone her friend used. The look in the old woman's eyes told her nothing, however. Brigit remained where she stood.

"Why?"

The deepening looks of concern on Mama Dee and John's faces caused a surge of panic to rise from Brigit's gut. The shamed look on Belinda's face only added power to the surge. Sirens were beginning to wail in the back of Brigit's mind. Something was terribly wrong here.

"Mr. Flannery has gone rogue rogue..."

About the Author.

B.L. Newport was born with a strong belief and sensitivity in the supernatural side of life. After growing up in the small Northwest Arkansas town of Siloam Springs, she has lived in New York City and Las Vegas, Nevada. During these journeys, B.L. has discovered the joys of hard work, good friends and a good cup of coffee. She now resides in Denver Colorado with her soulmate, Roch.e.l.le.