As Copé returned to his shack, he noticed something peculiar about it. There was nothing in it. Not that there was much in there anyway, and so, perhaps, more fittingly it'd be to say he could at least tell someone had paid him a visit. A feeling started its way into the thief. It wasn't a feeling of fright that overwhelmed him. It wasn't a bad feeling that had him. But it wasn't a good feeling either.
He walked further into the shack. His eyes looked around. The bed cover fell off into the dirt. Wrinkled and unkempt, and not how he left it. His bed itself turned and pulled off the frame. The small table at the corner of his one room abode was flipped on its side. Somebody was looking for something.
That much was obvious, and a lot else was obvious as well.
The only one with a motive was Christique. Christique was here earlier. And Christique was looking for her necklace. How she found him wasn't important. There was more wit about her than she might have wanted to let on, Secrat knew that much. There was a message here as well, a message meant to scare him. A message wanting him to know that he was being pursued.
Christique wouldn't have to look very hard to find the thief. There was only one way for him. Without the necklace in his clutches, he was back to where he started. Nay, that wasn't completely true though, and in-fact, he was even worse off than when he started. Before, he at least had his flask, and now, he didn't even have that. He needed it back. If he couldn't have the necklace than that much was imperative. Where she kept it. That was a question. No doubt she found it the night after their meeting, but what she did with it is what mattered most. Maybe she sold it. That was possible. Secrat didn't like that much though.
Maybe he'd sell her and see how she liked it, thought Secrat. The Hills would pay an arm and a leg for someone like Christique.
That wasn't a serious possibility.
Although, Secrat was desperate enough. Desperate enough to try and sell her as a sex slave in the wilderness. But it'd likely prove too large of an undertaking. Besides, it probably wouldn't even be worth the trip.
Secrat held one of his knives in his hands. He looked at the blade. Sharp.
If the flask wasn't there, he'd have to do something to make up for his losses.
The Red Flux & the Wunderkind THief
Chapter One (1 - 2 - 3)