Consigning Fate (22 page)

“Blue,” Hal called out. “Is Ellen here?”

“Nope. She’s gone. Done early. Not much happening,” Blue replied.

“How long ago did she leave?” Hal asked.

“About ten minutes ago.”

“Thank you,” Hal said, and turned to Elliott. “Looks like you’ll have to hit the road. She drives slowly, you should be able to follow her to Beginnings.” Readying to leave, Hal stopped when Blue called out.

“She didn’t go to Beginnings.”

“Where?” Hal asked.

“Had an emergency call in Creedville. A baby being born. First one. She headed there,” Blue replied.

“Alone?” Hal asked.

“Yeah.”

After a grumble and a thanks, Hal walked out of the clinic. “She went alone on that road. She has to be found.”

“You or me?” Elliott asked.

Hal put on his bandana. “Both.”

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The bacon was perfect and Roy enjoyed his breakfast with Frank. Although he wished Frank’s phone didn’t ring as much. Roy didn’t know much about Frank personally and needed to take that opportunity.

When he arrived at the clinic, no one was there and he was able to fix his Dean tracker to fit in his pocket. A simple vibration would tell Roy when Dean was in proximity.

But the morning progressed and Dean was nowhere to be found.

Neither was anything he needed in the lab.

He had never seen such disorganization. It was horrible. A first he thought someone had vandalized the lab. How stupid he must have looked when he raced from the lab, found the attractive red haired woman, named Melissa, and shouted. “Someone has vandalized the lab.”

Melissa chuckled. Said he was funny. And when she said, “No one’s going to believe it was Lars, Dean, everyone knows how sloppy your lab is.”

Roy was aghast.

How could Dean be sloppy? To him, Dean must have been overworked, and without time to clean up.

First thing was first.

Roy cleaned and organized.

He was there early enough.

First, he took in the lab. Learned where everything was. There wasn’t a method to the madness. Healing medication was in the same area as pain. Diagnostics were with research. It made no sense.

Having a photographic memory made it easy for Roy. Once he determined what all the lab contained, he then divided it into work stations.

Dean would be grateful.

Not only did the clinic lab look clean and smell clean, it appeared bigger with the lab divided.

There were urine samples in the fridge. They had requisition for a work up that were dated two days earlier.

Roy couldn’t believe they sat there that long.

How inefficient.

He blamed that on the refrigeration system. There were four cooling units and everything was everywhere. Except medication. That was in an elongated case.

There was a meat sandwich in with blood.

That made Roy gag.

He made signs and hung them on the units.

One was workups and testing, another for samples and storage, medication, and the final one, the smallest for food.

He even took the medication unit and divided that between healing, pain, and so forth.

With the new system, things would run smoother. But everyone probably was used to the old system, so Roy wrote up a sheet with diagrams and placed a copy in everyone’s’ mailbox.

Where samples should be dropped, stored, picked up.

A schedule was created for testing times.

All of the organization took a mere three hours. In fact the clinic just started buzzing when he was done.

Roy started his urine samples and was working on them when Andrea walked in.

With a groggy, and slightly sarcastic tone, she said, “Good morning, Mr. Sunshine.”

Roy raised his head. She had called him Mr. Sunshine. Obviously, it was some sort of greeting ritual in Beginnings he didn’t know about. To call each other by a meteorological event.

He thought fast. “Good morning …” he turned around. “Mrs. High pressure weather system.”

“You can say that again.”

“Good morning Mr. High pressure weather system.”

The corner of Andrea’s mouth raised in a partial smile. And she set the tray on the counter. “I hate to do this to you but …. But …” Her eyes skimmed around the room. “Who cleaned the lab?”

“I did. This morning. It’s much more efficient.”

“You’ve designated the fridges. I have been asking you to do that for years.”

“And now it’s done.”

“Wow. I’m impressed.”

Roy smiled. “Thank you. I left a break down sheet of the new organized lab in everyone’ mailboxes. I think with organization we can get a better flow and get things done faster.”

“Oh, I agree. What a lovely shirt you’re wearing today, Dean, I really like it.”

“Thank you. Can you believe someone was throwing this out?”

“No, I cannot.” She reached and fixed his collar. “Presents a very professional look.”

“My new look.”

“I see that and the new attitude. Would this have to do with the understanding you and Frank have etched in stone.”

Understanding? Roy thought. He didn’t know what they understood about, but he nodded. “Yes, I feel very good about it.”

“You deserve it.”

“Thank you. Are these for me?” He asked of the urine samples.

“You or Ellen. If they can get done by tomorrow, I’d appreciate it.”

“Oh, I’ll have them done in an hour. I must complete the other ones first. Urine samples are scheduled for this time.”

“Wow. Thank you. I’ll check back for the results.”

“Please do.”

Andrea smiled, turned, and stopped. “Dean? I like this new mood you have. It’s a good one.” She gave a thumbs up. “Keep it up.”

Roy returned the thumbs up. He did so with a smile. Andrea was doing the Fonz ‘way to go’ sign, he could only return the sign to her.

He wasn’t back to work long when the Asian man walked in.

Roy wasn’t quite sure if he was Danny or Henry.

“You busy?” he asked Roy.

“No. Not at all.”

“I got your new card for you.” He handed Roy the Danny Dollar card.

Roy read it and smiled. “Danny.”

“Yes?” Danny asked.

“No. You’re Danny.”

“Uh ... yeah, I am.”

“Thanks.” Roy looked at him. “Your hair is very shiny today.”

“Thank you, anyhow …” Danny cocked back when Roy leaned into him. “What are you doing Dean?”

“You smell … sweet.” Roy smiled. “Very nice smell.”

With little enthusiasm, Danny replied. “Thanks. And that shirt is very Richie Cunningham like.”

“Yes!” Roy blasted with excitement. “Yes it is! I thought the same thing when I put it on.”

“Are you OK?” Danny asked.

“Fine. You?”

“Fine. Anyway … bit of advice. Don’t use the card.”

“Why?”

“Personally. I mean, don’t you use it personally. Ben from Fabrics hates you and will always tear it up. Just give it to Ellen if you need anything.”

“Why does he hate me?” Roy asked.

“Why does anyone hate you?”

“I asked you first.”

Danny grunted. “Just be polite when you use it. OK? Maybe we won’t have to keep replacing it.”

“Got it.” Roy put it in his pocket. He was well aware of the Danny Dollar card; it was still in effect in the future. “Just give it to Ellen.”

“Yes.”

“Tell, me, Danny, are we friends?” Roy asked.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“Curious. Would you say we are friends?” Roy leaned against the counter, finger tapping on his chin. He was genuinely curious. Danny seemed like a very nice person and he wanted to know the friendship comment so he wouldn’t make mistakes.

Danny exhaled. “Not really. No.”

“Hmm.” Roy nodded. “So why are you speaking to me?”

“Excuse me?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, if we aren’t friends, why are you talking to me? Are your niceties fake?”

“You know what ... you’re a real dick.”

“No, I’m a real ... Dean.” Roy smiled.

“Arrogant ... and you wonder why I never do a favor for you.” Danny stepped back and turned.

“I don’t expect it. You aren’t my friend. Would I do a favor for you?”

“Not on your life.”

“Thank you.” Roy made a mental note.

“You’re an asshole.” Danny stormed out.

Roy registered it. Friends call each other meteorological events upon greeting. Non-friends call each other body parts when they depart. Before Roy could call out to Danny that he was a big toe, Danny was gone.

Roy shrugged. His first forced day in Beginnings circulation was a learning experience. A part of him liked meeting the people. He didn’t think he would and he didn’t think he’d fit in. But, Roy saw how easily it was to be Dean and for people to believe it. He decided right there that as long as Dean was gone, he would do his work, and enjoy his life. Perhaps even make friends of his enemies.

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Dean was breathless.

He listened to Robbie speak, and then he listened to the tape of Darrell’s interview. He listened several times.

“And my prints didn’t match?”

“Dean, no.”

“You would think.”

“Yes.” Robbie nodded. “You would think. You would think of anyone’s prints but my father’s.”

“Wow.” Dean stood up. “Do you think it’s possible that Joe built that explosive a long time ago, and our killer knew that and using gloves, planted it?”

“It’s possible. But with the prints on the timer … that’s hard to say.”

“It doesn’t make sense, Robbie.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Have you spoken to Frank, Jimmy or Hal?”

“No.” Robbie shook his head. “I wanted to wait. I want to wait until I have the facts. The why and how of it all.”

“That’s where your problem is gonna lie,” Dean said. “Why? Why would Joe build a bomb, set it, only to die?”

“Maybe he didn’t intend to die,” Robbie suggested.

“That makes sense.” Dean said. “That makes more sense than Joe killing himself.”

“Ryder said something today.”

“What’s that?”

“He said, whoever killed Joe did so to secure something in the future.”

Oddly, Dean looked at Robbie. “Why would he say that?”

“Because when you and Ellen went to the future, it was bright and rosy. But you and Ellen were dead in that future. So was my father. Your survival, secured my father’s survival.”

“The cancer.”

“Exactly,” Robbie said. “Had it not been for you it would have never been found and cured? He would have passed away and Frank would have been voted leader. Like he was. The person who took his life was from the future and was doing so to stop him from doing something that affected the future.”

“Then it has to be a Beginnings person.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, why do they care in the future?” Dean asked. “History is done, finished, over. But … someone from Beginnings in a near future could have easily seen something, went back in time and made the determination that it was Joe that caused it. Only someone that knows this time frame would be motivated enough or care enough to try to change the future.”

“But who?” Robbie asked. “Who came through, killed him, and left. The time machine is broken.”

“Or is it?” Dean asked.

“Jason?” Robbie whispered.

“Not throwing that out there as a fact, but possibility.”

“What if …” Robbie snapped his finger? “What if Jason told my father about the bad future and he and my father set it up.”

“But Joe died,” Dean said.

“Did he?”

“Robbie. Robbie.” Dean shook his head. “Don’t go there. Don’t go there with those thoughts.”

“But Dean it makes sense.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“It makes more sense than my father building a bomb to kill himself. If the time machine is working, maybe my father is in the future.”

“And maybe he didn’t intend to kill himself, Robbie. Maybe he intended to set it up. And an accident took place. After all, they were talking about preventing his …” Dean stopped and sat down. “No. He wouldn’t have done it that day. That was Frank and Ellen’s wedding day. No. Robbie …” Dean softened his voice. “What if Joe really killed himself for the future.”

“No.”

“Robbie, he wrote all those emails. All nice things. All saying goodbye.”

“No!” Robbie said strong. “My father did not kill himself. No. I refuse to believe that.”