Veil Of Deception

After a few seconds, she could see the front end of a vintage black Chevy Camaro wrapped nearly all the way around the old blue spruce tree that held pride of place in her landscaped front lawn. The engine compartment was steaming and Danielle could just make out the slumped-over form of the driver in the front seat. His head jerked forward suddenly, and the sound of the cars horn pierced the still night in one long drone.

Danielles hands moved instinctively to cup her face. The crystal wineglass tumbled to the stones of the front entryway and shattered upon impact.

She ignored the demise of her cherished heirloom and raced, in her bare feet, across the cut glass to reach the wrecked car in her front yard. Stinging drops pelted her face as the sky opened and unleashed a torrent of cold summer rain. Danielle blinked several times to clear her eyes, then quickly gained the Camaro. She grasped the handle of the driver-side door and yanked it open, doing her best to gently move the man back against the seat. His head bobbed backward, against the unmarred vinyl upholstery. The car horn abruptly stopped. She heard a low groan.

She touched his shoulder, speaking softly. Are you all right? Just stay put a second. Ill go call 9-1-1.

No! His response was surprisingly forceful, considering the oozing gash in his forehead and the way his arms lay lax against the seat.

You need medical help. Ill be back in just a minute

Danielles words were cut short by the mans sudden, fierce grip on her upper arm as his hand reached out through the darkness. She couldnt imagine how hed managed to gain that much strength in an instant. No, he repeated, in a softer tone.

The rain sluiced coldly across her face as she stood there, waiting, focused only on the warmth from his firm grip. Her mind traced back to the morning spent on Marinas porch and her rather fateful horoscope: You will experience a major upheaval in your life this week.

The man released his hold on her arm and struggled to get out of the vehicle. He twisted his body so that his long legs could first gain the ground, then he used his hands to grasp the mangled frame of his car and pull himself the rest of the way out. As he shakily stood in front of her at his full height, Danielle realized she knew this man, or at least she knew who he was: Kurt Hawkins, the man Marina had decided was perfect for her.