CHAPTER 7
Olivia glanced at the phone. The message beeped.
“Good morning darling. Well I hope you are doing okay with the art work and the hanging of it all. I wish I could be there to support you but you know how these conferences go. Work, work, work! Anyway with regards to you I bet you can’t wait until all the heavy work is over and the pictures are in place. Knowing you it will look fantastic. Anyway lo..ve you and see you when I get back.”
“Don’t trust him,” said the intruder.
What? Olivia frowned, the intruder, who had entered her apartment, who was currently holding her at gunpoint, was now telling her not to trust her boyfriend?
“His tone reveals he’s a liar,” said the intruder, justifying itself.
Olivia ignored the comment as she grappled to sit upright. “You know what? I don’t get this... What are you doing here? What do you want from me? If it’s money...”
“Why does it always have to be about money? Do I look as though I have the slightest interest in shinny pieces of metal?”
Olivia frowned, what did that mean? What was it? “Then…?”
“As I said... I’m waiting.” The person in black paused and glanced out of the window and back to the hour-glass in front of it.
“Are you some kind of weird stalker of ex-child prodigies?” asked Olivia.
“God No!” The intruder leant against the wall and sighed. “Do you understand the concept of timing?” It asked.
“In relation to what?” asked Olivia. The maniac holding her at gun-point wanted a bloody conversation about timing? She needed to focus. How could she distract it so she could escape?
“Don’t bother thinking about escape. There isn’t time... And the timing is in relation to the universe,” said the intruder definitely.
Olivia stared at the being in disbelief; she didn’t intend to discuss physics with a gun-wielding psycho. It had to be some kind of nutter. Yet it didn’t seem to want any money, in fact it didn’t seem to want anything. It just seemed to be waiting for something to happen. What was it waiting for?
Olivia frowned and glanced erratically about the room. How could she get out? In that time Olivia noticed the intruder felt odd, what’s more it didn’t have a shadow. Olivia squinted and touched the back of her head. It was still painful. Olivia frowned; the intruder was real wasn’t it?
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