Order of the Omni: A Supernatural Romantic Suspense Novel (The Immortalies Book 1) Penny Knight (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📖

Now we’re back in our office on Monday morning. Looking at the whiteboard that we left before our adventure to the bookstore. Which feels like many moons ago.

Something shifted over the two days, the slightest opening of walls coming down around me. Not just me, I can feel the shift in Leo, too.

The board in front of us resembles plot scenes of a movie. I can imagine sitting around a table throwing the most ludicrous plot twists and tropes and BAM, that’s my reality now.

There are too many avenues to explore, too much to learn. I know I need to go back to Franziska and delve as deep as I can there. She would have so much information about this new world, that for whatever prophetic reason has me set in its sights.

But on the other hand, I’m living with a supposed king of… I guess species. All this is new, so I have to fill in the boxes. If I could learn from anyone, it certainly should be him. I just need to shut off this electricity, or whatever it is, between us. Then I could get some proper work done.

“So. We have witches, Immortalies and humans. Those are the ones we know of. We have to remind ourselves to find out what other species are out there.” I squint at the whiteboard.

Topher’s fingers fly as he writes ‘to do,’ at the top of the board. “Do you think there are more, or other species that might be after you, as well?”

My eyes go wide.

“I didn’t even think of that.” I slump back in the chair. “Fuck, that could suck really bad.”

“Oops,” Topher says. “Maybe it’s just the bad guys that come out at night.”

“I hope so.” I have this small amount of normalcy because I feel safe in the day as Immortalies can’t come out. Why? I have no idea. “What we really need to do is find out what and how this prophecy needs to be fulfilled. And I bet the answers are in the book.”

“Well, doesn’t Franziska know how to read it?”

   “I didn’t tell her I have it.” It’s hard to put my trust in someone who hasn’t been honest with me. It’s not like I won't. But I want to make sure it’s the right decision.

I remember what Leo said about a diary that may hold the answers. I have a strong feeling that it’s the book I got from the bookstore. Something just nags at me to keep this to myself. I know deep inside that if anyone could decipher this language, it’s Leo.

I should just take it to him. After everything his done, he really has shown he can be trusted. But because I have so many issues, the thought petrifies me. Who really does something like the other night out of the blue? I told him what makes me happy and, bam, he does it. I have never met or known anyone like that.

Is it him wanting to lead me to a false sense of security? He said that he doesn’t or isn’t destined to be a day walker, but he could be misleading me. In my heart, I don’t think that’s true. I should be giving him a bit more of a break.

Damn my mother and her walking out. I can’t even let someone be nice to me without thinking they have a motive. I can’t blame it all on her. The first time I said yes to love, he walked out on me, too.

“You know what? We need to find someone on the other side to question,” he says.

“Who?”

“Well, let’s say the programmer. He’s still missing. My guess is his a goner. Dead. Considering the Immortalie that were after the USB that night.”

“Hmm, good point. Well, someone hired him. We could start there.” I stand from the desk. “Is Tony in?”

“He was this morning. But he bailed outta here just before.”

“Where was he going?” He must be working on something. He’s been MIA around here lately. And not harping on us for case updates.

“No idea, he just grunted when he went past.”

I shrug. “Well then, I guess it’s free rein in his office. Can you spoof his camera feed?” Tony is extremely paranoid and has a nanny cam in his office. I don’t ask questions. He’s entitled to his privacy and normally I would let him have it, but Topher is right. He should have the contact of who hired us, and we have no other leads to go on.

“I can do that in my sleep.” He cracks his knuckles and gets to it.

Tony’s office gives me hives. I don’t know how he does it. Papers and files thrown all over his desk. At least he won’t know I’ve gone through his things. Before I start my rummaging, I check the street through the windows, where Tony normally parks. His car is still gone.

We’re on the second level of the small office. The bottom has a modest reception desk that is normally unmanned and a kitchen area at the back for our breaks. Topher and I are in a large office together down the hall, and the only other room is a conference room that we take clients to. We call it the bad news room. Countless times I’ve had to burst the bubble on some unfortunate spouse with photo evidence their partner has being doing the dirty on them. It sucks, but it pays the bills.

I first go through the files on his desk. They’re our active cases, and as we didn’t hand in the drive that we found, it could still be there.

It doesn’t take long before I find it. Flipping open the file, I scan the consult form all our clients must fill out.

That’s odd. The client field is incomplete. All that is listed is RTP LLC. No contact names. Nothing. I scan the rest