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In any case the authorities extinguished
everything and everyone involved, or so they thought. Her family
took it upon themselves to observe and watch everyone that was
experimented on and not destroyed. The second and third phase
patients weren't killed and the police never found the last set of
books with names and experiments that had taken place, her family
hid those in a safe place.

The people they were to watch included Sal
Rewtnic the third, Sal's son, and his best friend and Cousin Neil
Royce.

I wrote those names down.

She explained that both boys were placed in a
psychiatric ward in Chicago with Dr. Westman and he took custody of
them soon after the death of Dr. Rewtnic and moved up to a place in
Michigan. So our family moved and followed, well my Great
Grandmother's family did.

She continued “My great grandmother became
very ill and was sick for quite a while and she kept begging me to
check up on this Sal guy and I kept telling her yes, okay, I will.
She begged again on her death bed to follow up and for me to call
my uncle for help. I didn't think anything of it, I wasn't into the
stories like our elders were.” Sheila had tears in her eyes. I
looked around the table everyone seemed pretty engrossed in her
story.

“We know we’re supposed to track Sal Rewtnic
the third the scientist’s son and his cousin Neil Royce. The names
of the other families we’re supposed to track were George Grell,
James Nelf, Matt Black, Charles Gellar,” she looked at me as she
said it “Shelly Falconer, Fred Labowski, Dena Castle, Lynette
Coey,” When she said that name I gasped and slapped my hand to my
chest.

Jett replied “That's what your sweatshirt
says, right? Coey?”

“Yeah, Coey's Crew is the name of my dad's
hockey team. Coey was his mom's maiden name.”

“Cool.” he said.

Sheila continued “Elizabeth Nolan and Eugene
White.” The last name made Jett react. “Wait!” Sheila said grimly.
“She pointed to Jett you know Eugene White? And Addie Charles
Gellar is your grandfather and you know Lynette Coey?”

Shelia looked confused. Jett replied, Eugene
White is my mom’s father.” I added “Lynette is my dad's mom and
George Grell is my mom's dad.” I explained. “How come so many of my
relatives are on the list?”

She stared at me with a long gaze and mumbled
out “Good question. Maybe that's why Cale is so interested in you.”
There was a long silence.

“Anyway” she said. “My uncle and I are
tracking their family trees. Everyone on the original list should
be in there eighties or deceased. However, he called me from
Tucson, Arizona and told me that Sal Rewtnic's new name is now Stew
C. Neila. It was a very bad connection but he said that Sal now
Stew needed to be stopped.” She took a deep breath “And then he
sent me these boxes.” She pushed one of the three boxes toward the
middle of the table.

I don’t think I want to hear this. I wanted
to know what was wrong with Jett and I also wanted to figure out
how to get Cale out of my life. I also wondered if he's the one
I've been dreaming about being a wolf. So I wrote his name down and
doodled some more.... I kept staring at the Sal Rewtnic's name on
my paper and then Cale's. Nic seemed to be watching me intently. I
crossed the letter “C” from Cale's name off of Sal Rewtnic’s name,
then the “A” and then the letter “L” and then the “E”.

I sat up straighter in my chair and wrote
‘Winters, then crossed the “W” out in both names and then Sheila
cleared her throat loudly, I stopped what I was doing. She began
again “When I went to visit Sal Rewtnic's son whose name is Sal
Rewtnic the third he should have been about 75 – 80 years old, but
the man I found was not.” She paused, “he looked much much younger.
He looked about 18.” I looked at Nic and we both said “Cale” in
unison as she pushed a recent photo toward us.

“So you're telling us this guy hasn't aged at
all.” Grey responded. “I wouldn't say at all, but definitely at a
slower pace than us, much slower. Doc Brown, my uncle, wrote me a
letter that this box” she pointed to the one that was marked 1941 –
1961 “...was misplaced, because none of us were taking any of this
seriously.”

She looked at us but we were a little
confused “The guy who's giving you a hard time?” she said. I wrote
Stew C. Neila on my paper and underlined it then pushed my pad of
paper near the middle for everyone to look at. Sheila immediately
opened the box and took out pictures – sure enough they were old
black and white pictures of Cale. “Doc Brown took these pictures of
Stew a couple months ago.” They were definitely Cale.

Nic whispers to me “No wonder he dresses like
an old man – he is one….” and she giggled.

“What happened to the cousin? “Grey asked.
She looked at him and her hands went lax on the table. “We’re not
sure. He usually follows Sal but he hasn't showed up in the area or
if he has we just haven’t found him yet.” We asked his name again
and Nic and I tried some anagram names for Neil Royce and Ben
O'Riley. “However, Doc Brown says there are several missing people
in Tucson Arizonian the last place we had tracked both Stew and Ben
or Sal and Neil, we checked both names.”

I looked at Nic and whispered, “So if Cale is
really 80 no wonder he used to dress like a grandpa and treat me
like his daughter, ewww,” I got the chills all over.

As Grey was asking her questions she opened
the box marked “IMPORTANT” and pulled out an envelope and set it
down in the middle of the table. She got up and went back in her
file drawer and pulled out an envelope, already opened and handed
it to Grey.

“This all does sound absurd” Jett finally got
in the conversation. I reached for the envelope in the middle and
removed its contents. “Let me help” Nic said. We shuffled the
photos around looking at them and Nic turned one over, they were
all dated. “Let's put them in date order on the counter.” Nic said.
After we got up to put all the photos in order the rest came up
behind us. No one had anything to say. We recognized Cale so the
other one had to be his cousin.

I turned to Sheila and said grumpily “So this
is Sal?” Everyone turned to look at her and she said “Yes, now I
know this sounds preposterous...” she said with her hands held out
in front of her, palms out and shaking her head “...and you
probably don't believe it. I'm not sure I do, at least I know I
don't want to.”

“But you're psychic, can't you tell if it's
him.” Jett retorted. Grey said “Good point – if you are psychic
what do your spidy senses tell you.” He sort of snorted and dropped
the envelope on the table and rubbed his face.

“She is not that kind of psychic” I started
in “...she has to touch the person to read them or use some sort of
tool to read them.” She smiled at me and said “That's right, I
can't just read someone because I want to or can see them. Just
like Addie can't dream about what she wants they just come to her.”
Everyone at the table just looked at me, because putting the words
psychic to my abilities for the first time was weird. I shook my
head and said “No, I'm not a psychic I just have dreams that come
true, sometimes.” Saying that, was even weirder, I didn't want that
title it seemed so odd. Everyone started talking at once back and
forth asking all sorts of questions of each other.

“Hold it, hold it, hold it!” Grey said “We're
missing the point or at least I think Sheila is missing the point.”
He pointed to the counter were the pictures lay. “That is Cale
Winters, so Cale and Sal are the same guy. What was that other
name, he uses, you gave us?” He nodded toward Sheila. She said Stew
C. Neila, so Cale is his third name we need to assume his cousin
has a third name as well, maybe that’s why you can’t track him yet.
He wrote Neil Royce and Ben O’Riley down on my scratch paper and
handed it to me and Nic, see if you can up with an anagram with
these...”

“Ooh, good Idea” I replied and Nic and I
grabbed the paper and started coming up with names, Nic immediately
though of the last name O’Neil from one of our classmates. We
doodled with the rest of the letters trying to get a first
name.

“Cale being psycho answers a lot. Whatever
experiments his father did on him could have made him crazy, and
living for so long and not aging could also have an effect. If he's
had to hide for so long and change his identity, it has made him
crafty at being able to hide and aiding his ability to plan a
killing spree all that much easier.” Grey said in an authoritative
voice.

“Do you have an address on him?” He asked
Sheila, she responded “Not exactly, but I know he has a white house
with green trim.” He looked at me and said “What is it with women
never getting an address… Well we know he isn’t living there
anymore and we found no evidence of any kind there, however the
whole scene was peculiar.” He walked back over to the pictures and
studied them.

Jett saw the pictures, turned to me, squeezed
my hand and said “I may be dangerous too, until I find out what’s
up with me I should probably keep my distance… I’m assuming Cale’s
the one who poisoned me or did what he did to me.”

“Hell no!” I said. “We'll just keep people
around us, you start isolating yourself it could make it worse.” I
said. “Ah...ah...” I said holding my hand up to him “I don't want
to hear it! Does anyone think I'm wrong?”

“Nope.” Nic said. Grey shook his head with
his lips pierced.

“I’ll need to research the new names you gave
me, I’ll verify all these sources, check into a couple other things
and we’ll go from there. If any of you find anything else out,
write it down so you don’t forget or if something else happens by
all means call me immediately.” Grey said and dropped some business
cards on the table. “Does anyone have any questions? Good. Let’s
meet back here in three days, same time.” My head
was reeling and trying to process all the information we just
found, too soon for questions, but I bet I’ll have some
soon.

“I wish he could have Cale
arrested, just throw him in the slammer.” Jett said with
anguish.

“I know me to,” Nic replied.
I stayed silent in the car and noticed Jett was taking us home.
“Where are you taking us?” I asked “I'm starving I was thinking
Skyway's, is that all right?” I leaned over and gave him a peck on
the cheek, he passed my house and kept driving.

Nic said “Two peas in a
pod.” I smiled at her. As we were going through the parking lot
Jett put his arm around me and smiled.

We got back to my house as
Declan and Rae were pulling into my driveway. We were meeting to
make a plan to catch Cale, based on my most recent dream. Declan
and Jett were scheming on how to approach Cale. Jett told me and
the girls that we needed to stay home, that we weren't allowed to
go on their little adventure which was really my adventure, my
dream, my thoughts. I gave him a dirty look, that’s a bunch of
malarkey. I wanted to go, we argued back and forth, I was so mad
all I could do was stomp my foot.

Jett looked at me and
chortled, “Did you just stomp your foot?” Pointing at me and
looking at Declan and added “Don't two year olds stomp their
feet?”

“Well yes Jett, I believe
they do.” Declan said sarcastically.

“Does the two year old need
a nap” Jett asked in a baby voice. Of course, I couldn't help but
laugh. We all did. I flipped them the bird grabbed my letter and
said “That settles it, I'm going. Pick me up at eight. If you
don't, I'll meet you there” and walked out.

I went to sit with Rae and
Nic outside who had had enough of the situation, and I don't blame
them. I was tired of talking about it myself. As I walked away I
could hear the guys still laughing I was glad for it because
everything else had been so serious lately.

My cousin Peyton had written
me a letter, I sat next to the girls and took it out. Peyton
decided to go on a five day river rafting trip before her college
classes started at Arizona State, she was in Tucson hoping to go
hang gliding. It sounded like Peyton, she was always looking for
something adventurous to do.

I looked up, the girls were
silent. Nic asked, “Can I read your last journal?”

“Sure, Rae have you read it
yet? If not feel free.” I replied. I handed the note to Nic and Rae
sat closer to her. I had dreamt about a girl getting kidnapped in a
bar, it had a dance floor and after I described it to Jett he said
it sounded familiar, like a bar he’s been to in Akron where all the
young kids like to go. She gets put into the familiar truck I’ve
dreamt about before and she is either dead or unconscious. We were
hoping since I had this dream last night that it would take place
tonight, and it makes sense since Saturdays are the most popular
night to go to this particular bar called Angels of all
things.

Jett and I arrived early and
saw Cale walking into the bar. I was shocked because I
remember everything happening when it was really dark and it was
only dusk now, I guess it’ll be dark soon and the fact that he
could take his time looking for a girl could be a factor. We parked
quickly and went inside; we didn't eve
n know if the rest of
the gang was here yet.
I had never been here
before but Jett had, we went up to the bouncer, Jett shook hands
with him and he let us right in, didn't card us or anything. We
walked in and there were people everywhere, to the right was a bar
and a bunch of tables and as we walked forward there was a railing
encircling a huge dance floor. When I looked up I saw a DJ with
another railing that encased the whole second floor, just like in
my dream. I think I was looking at the place in awe.

I took a place at the
railing taking it all in. Jett leaned over “I'll be right back.”
The music was going and people were dancing, I heard a fit of
laughter around me. The girl next to me nudged me, “Isn't that
you?” pointing to a monitor mounted on the wall. It was a picture
of me with the text “Never Been Kissed!” I blushed immediately, and
they of course kept the camera on me. I spotted Jett across the
way, he laughed too, nodded toward the monitor then back at me and
gave me a wink.