I arrived in Brooklyn 45 minutes later. Roger’s was a sketchy looking building that was in serious need of some TLC. The ‘o’ and ‘s’ on the neon sign was burnt out. The only attempt at beautifying the building was to put a hanging plant beside the door which someone had continually forgotten to water. Now it was just a shriveled up mess.
I grimaced as I walked up the stairs to the thick brown door. I opened it.
It was only 2:45pm in the afternoon but the place was fairly full, considering it was a work-day. Elder had given me a picture of Connor so I found him almost immediately. He was standing at the bar with a beer in his hand, talking to a heavily tattooed man.
I took a deep breath before walking over to him.
“Connor Duncan?” I said.
“Yes, do I know you?” He asked. The tattooed man left the bar and headed over to a pool table where two men were in the middle of a pool game.
“No, but my name is Sarah Clarke and I need to talk to you. It’s urgent,” I replied.
“Okay,” Connor said hesitantly. “What is it?”
“Do you maybe want to go somewhere more private?” I said.
Connor looked at me for a few seconds without saying anything. Just when I thought he was going to tell me to get lost, he said something that surprised me. “Okay.”
We headed over to an unoccupied section of the building. Connor took a seat at a small, two person table.
“So this may sound totally crazy and out of the blue, but I’ve been assigned to be your guardian,” I said more quickly than I intended to.
Connor didn’t say anything. Then he abruptly started to laugh. I’m startled by his reaction. I expected anything else, but not laughter.
“Connor, are you all right?” I asked.
“Oh, Sarah, that was a good one,” Connor replied once he controlled his laughter.
I looked around me to see if anyone was looking. Nobody was because they were all focused on drinking and playing pool. “I’m sorry?”
“So who asked you to do this?” Connor asked. “I’ll pay you double whatever they’re paying to get them back.”
“I’m not joking,” I answered.
“Sure you are,” Connor replied. “Guardian angels aren’t real.”
“I’m afraid they are,” I replied. “And we’re only assigned to those with high-risk lifestyles. You fall under that category.”
“Look, Sarah, you seem nice – maybe a little odd, but who isn’t,” Connor replied, standing up. “But I don’t have time for this. I don’t have a “high-risk lifestyle,” now have a good day.” He left the table and went back over to the bar.
I sighed and leaned back in the cheap chair. This was going to be harder than I thought. When I told Luca, he had believed me right off the bat. No questions asked. I touched the necklace that I had strung my engagement ring onto a year after Luca’s death, when I had finally been able to take it off. It was silver gold and had a large diamond in the middle and two smaller ones beside it.
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In 1921, Sarah Clarke was going to die. She had long ago accepted that fact but there was another plan for her. She was infected with the B-43C virus, otherwise known as the guardian-making virus. After decades of training, she was assigned to Luca...