Whispers at Moonrise

“Yes, I think somehow these two things mean the same thing. I just don’t think we’ve proven what they mean, yet.”
    Holiday’s expression said she agreed with him. “I’ve been thinking,” Holiday said. “Maybe your … pattern issues are somehow linked to you being a protector. I don’t think there’s ever been a part-human protector that we can compare you to.”
    “I hadn’t thought about that,” Burnett said. “That could be it.”
    “But what about the whole chameleon thing?” Kylie asked.
    “I don’t know,” Holiday said. “I’m just saying it could explain your pattern issues.”
    Kylie’s mind ran around everything that was said. The more she thought about it, the less sense any of it made. “I want to read those files.”
    “I’m sure by now the few files I was able to pull up have already been hidden.”
    “They killed my grandmother and got away with it, and now they’re trying to do the same to me.”
    “The people who did that were either let go or have retired.” His frown deepened. “I know that’s how it looks and I agree you should decline testing, but I don’t believe they would intentionally jeopardize your life.”
    “We don’t know that.” The firmness in Holiday’s tone reminded Kylie of her mom’s voice in maternal mode.
    “Which is exactly why I’ve done what I have,” he said. “Why I’m basically going against my oath to the FRU. I’m on your side. What else can I do to prove that?”
    “Please,” Kylie said. “I don’t want you two arguing because of me.”
    “You don’t have to prove anything.” Holiday blushed with guilt. “I’m sorry. I just get so furious on Kylie’s behalf.”
    “I know. I feel it, too.” Burnett glanced at Kylie. “And we weren’t arguing.” He turned and focused on Holiday for a second. “This time we really were just discussing. Right?”
    “Right.” The slightest of grins appeared on Holiday’s lips when she met his gaze.
    Kylie grinned, too, even as emotion filled her chest. She was so lucky to have these people on her side. But her smile only lingered a second. “What will their next move be?”
    Burnett exhaled. “Chances are they still may attempt to change your mind. Convince you that it’s for a greater good. That’s what I thought the plan was when I left.”
    “And is that when I tell them I know about my grandmother? Threaten to expose them if they don’t back off?” Kylie asked.
    Burnett had taken it upon himself to move Kylie’s grandmother’s body just in case someone in the FRU decided to hide the evidence of what had happened. In his own words, this would give Kylie some leverage to use against the FRU if they tried to force her to do something she didn’t want to do.
    “I would just say no, and then if they push, bring up your grandmother’s remains.” His expression tightened and concern flickered in his eyes. The same emotion reflected in Holiday’s gaze.
    “What will happen if they find out you were behind the moving of her body?” Kylie asked.
    “They won’t find out. I covered my tracks,” he said adamantly. Maybe too adamantly, as if saying it with conviction would make it so.
    “They’ll suspect you because you work here. Because you’re close to me,” Kylie said.
    “They might, but they’ll have to prove it. And I haven’t left any proof for them to uncover.”
    Kylie hoped that was the case. She glanced at Holiday again and remembered the ghost.
    Holiday reached over and put her hand on Kylie’s. “Is something else wrong?”
    “No. Just this.”
    “You sure?”
    “Do I need more?” Kylie’s gaze shifted to the window. She could see the dusk sky going black, but she could still make out the tops of trees swaying ever so slowly.
    Her gaze shot back to Holiday and she suddenly felt the need to come clean. “I feel as if I’m being called to something.” She motioned to the window. “Something’s out there calling me. But I’m not sure what.”
    Holiday looked confused. “Like being called to the falls?”
    “Yeah,” Kylie said. Only it felt a lot bigger than that.
    “Then let’s make a plan to go.” Holiday leaned forward. “Do you think tomorrow’s soon enough?”
    Kylie started to clarify that she wasn’t sure it was the falls calling her, but she didn’t know how to explain it. So she just nodded.
    “I’ll go with you,” Burnett said.
    “Inside the falls?” Holiday looked back at Burnett.
    “If you think I should, I