The Church of Minos #2

The following takes place after The Walrus of Death, which you can purchase HERE

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Part Two

-This is a first draft-

The cell they’d put me in shared a large room with five others that were identical to mine. Apart from the stainless steel toilet and the dull gray blankets that sat rumpled on the cot where I’d lain on them, everything in the big room was white. White floors, white ceiling, even the bared walls of the cages were white. It was like waking up in a dang mayonnaise jar.

I quickly scanned the other five cages and found that I was the only occupant. The cells ran the length of the room, three on one side and three on the other, with a walkway set between. The walkway was wide enough that two average sized people could walk along between the cells without worry of an inmate being able to reach out and take hold of them.

At one end of the two rows of cells, the end furthest from me, was a door that lead to a guard station, beyond which were stairs. At my end of the room was another door. I had no idea where that led.

The back wall of each cell was concrete and painted white, leaving the other three walls made up of bars.

We were underground and there were no windows to the outside world. They’d confiscated my pocket watch when I was brought in, so I had no idea how long I’d been out, though I’d guess I’d been sleeping for a few hours based on my physical state. Every injury I’d suffered before I’d been locked up were now fully healed and I felt refreshed and whole.

My name is Norman Oklahoma. I’m a private investigator who specializes in the supernatural, the unexplained, and the just plain weird.

Sometime earlier, this morning maybe — I wasn’t sure what time it was — a walrus had tried to kill me in my home.

No, I ain’t drunk.

I’d managed to put a bullet in each of its knees, putting it down long enough for the local constabulary to come collect him. Little did I know that they wanted me as well for a scene I’d made earlier that morning at a local bar owned by Victor Lemonzeo.

Lemonzeo had been the one who had sent the Walrus to me in the first place, and I’d gone to pay the man a visit. He’d had a couple of vampires there with him at the time, and I’m afraid my natural hatred against such creatures caused me to act more than a little irrationally. Sure, I’d shot the place up, but that ain’t no reason to throw a man in jail.

Actually, it is the very reason to put a man in jail, just never thought it would be me . . . I mean, shooting an ornery vampire is the kind of thing that just simply needs be done from time to time, I just got lucky enough to be the man to do it.

But Patricia McCrea — Pat — the Chief of Police for Eudora, Kansas, took issue and locked me up. Can’t say that I really blame her.

Besides, it gave me a chance to get some real sleep.

I leaned against the bars and rubbed my eyes, clearing the sleep so that I could make out the clock at the end of the hall. It was coming up on four. But whether it was four in the afternoon or four in the morning, I hadn’t the slightest.

“Hello?” I called out. “Anyone out there?”

There was no answer.

Six cameras, also in white, hung from the ceiling and looked into the cells, one per cage. I looked up at mine and waved, not knowing if anyone was watching.

There was nothing more to do at that point than wait. I turned my back on the camera and eye-balled the toilet. The sight of the thing sticking out from the back wall stirred something in my bladder and I sighed. I’m not one to make water in front of an audience, but I was alone among the holding cells, so I did my business. There was no sink in the cell so my hands remained unwashed.

A buzzer sounded and the door at the far end of the room swung open. Chief Patrica McCrea strode in, a smile on her face.

“Morning,” she said as she approached my cell.

“Morning?” I said. “Still?”

“It’s One in the AM, you’ve been asleep for nearly twelve hours. Open six,” she called out.

Another buzzer sounded and the door to my cell clanked and then swung open about two inches. Pat pulled it open the rest of the way.

“You fell asleep almost immediately,” she said.

“You couldn’t let me finish out the night?”

“Well, you do look like you need it. But I need you more. Besides, you’re technically free to go.”

“Abner’s not pressing charges then?”

“Nope,” she said. “Didn’t think he would.”

Abner “Bud” Lemonzeo. Eudora’s version of a crime boss. But don’t let the small town fool you, Bud isn’t any less dangerous based on our lack of urban population.

“So I can go?” I said.

“Of course,” she said “But . . . ”

“But what?”

“Well,” she looked back at exit, stepped closer to me, and spoke so that no one in the room beyond might hear. “One of my officers brought in a guy about twenty minutes ago, and frankly, I’m not sure what to do with him.”

She paused, throwing another glance back at the door.


“Well, I was hoping you might want to come have a look at him.”

“Why would I want to look at him?”

“Because you deal with all this weird crap.”


“He says his fiance was abducted earlier tonight.”

“Ain’t nothing weird about that. Uncommon around these parts, sure, but not necessarily weird.”

“Yeah, well, this guy says she was taken by aliens.”

Here ends Chapter One.

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