Part Twelve
“Zenith made old cameras,” she said, nodding at his camera beside him on the sofa. “And other devices. New Dynamics is unfamiliar to me.”
Cassandra’s attention turned back to the silver teardrop pendulum. Her hand reached over, and with a tap, changed its trajectory. The sand slowly changed shape and form as the pendulum sliced it.
“Have you received any packages in the last few months?”
“Yes.”
Cattrell raised an eyebrow.
“Cat food.”
Cattrell smiled, shaking his head. It began to swing. He studied the sand as it formed an eye, a vertical one.
“Mr. Cattrell, may I ask you a question?”
Cattrell broke from his gaze at the sand, taken off-guard. “Of course.”
“Why are you really here?”
Cattrell paused. “I’m usually hired to find missing people.”
She considered that for a moment. “And?”
“You’re not missing.”
“Yes. True.”
That old trick didn’t work. She never gave pause. “But this time I’ve been hired to find a missing thing.”
The pendulum kept pulling his eyes back, to that tray of golden sand, revealing to him another eye, a larger eye, the Eye of Horus. “And?”
“And?” Cattrell repeated, confused.
“Are you okay Mr. Cattrell? You’re flush.” She gazed at him with those penetrating eyes. “Why are you here?
He looked away. “I believe someone is using your address without your knowing.”
Cassandra placed a hand to stop the pendulum in mid-swing. “A criminal?”
“Perhaps.” Cattrell stood. “I hope I haven’t wasted your time.”
“Not at all. I’m happy you told me.”
“May I take your picture for my case research?”
“Of course.”
Click. Rrrr.
He handed her a business card. “Here’s my number. Can you call me if you see anything -- suspicious?”
“Yes, Mr. Cattrell.”
Cassandra led him to the door. He stepped onto the porch. The day was long gone, but left behind in the western sky were red and gold trails not unlike those etched in the sand by the pendulum.
“Mr. Cattrell, what is the missing object, if I may ask?”
“A zero. Surrounded by ones.”
The look that he expected from her, following his mysterious response, perplexed him.
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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven
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Part Thirteen
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