- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
He flicked the stub of his cigarette to the street and reached inside his jacket for the crumpled pack he kept in the breast pocket. His green eyes were trained on the building across the street. He had seen them enter it earlier. He wasn’t concerned about their re-emergence from it, however. Considering the fact that they hadn’t come out yet, Seamus was sure beyond doubt that this was their residence. He felt his stomach beginning to churn with the thought of Brigit Malone playing house with her Maggie. Their lives were an abomination. They should have been straightened out a long time ago…but I have a bigger bone to pick with her, Seamus mused as he struck a match from the worn book of them he kept in his pocket and touched the flame to the tip of the cigarette between his lips.
He had been less than amused when told that Brigit Malone would be returning to the firm. He had overestimated John’s sense of fairness in the matter. Obviously, the head Reaper had more of a soft spot for the woman than Seamus had realized. It irked him that she would be allowed back to her post after such negligence. Oh well, Seamus thought, all is fair in war…
And it was war, he determined as he stared hard at the building. Brigit Malone had betrayed him. The icing on the cake had come when John Blackwick had entered his office and demanded the tokens of his conquests. She had tattled on him like a schoolgirl in pigtails. He had won those souvenirs fairly. To have them taken from him was just one more thing to stoke the fires of his ire. She had caused something to be taken from him. He would simply have to find something to take from her…
Inhaling deep on the new cigarette, Seamus turned and began to walk away. There were plans to be made, a scheme to be hatched. He needed to begin assembling the cast for their parts in his play. Brigit Malone would learn her lesson. Seamus was set hard on that.
32: The Heaviness of it All
She awoke slowly. As she rolled her head to the side, Maggie noticed the heaviness of it. It was a side affect of the sleeping pills she had taken, she knew. She remembered Brigit’s complaint of the same sensation the next morning after taking them. Now, as she focused her gaze on the clock quietly ticking on the bedside table, Maggie wondered if she should have taken them at all.
She had needed the sleep, though. It had been a rough week and the state of sleep had kept its borders closed to her.
Slowly, Maggie pushed herself up into a sitting position and sighed. It was more than her head that felt heavy. Her whole body felt heavy. She came to the conclusion that it was no wonder that Brigit had stopped taking the pills after only a few nights…
Another deep sigh escaped Maggie. After so many months, her thoughts still seemed to revolve around Brigit. Her dreams contained images of memories, imaginations that Brigit was still present even though Maggie was well aware that she would never see Brigit walking though the door and announcing that she was finally home. That particular weight bore down on her brain the heaviest of all. Brigit had promised forever and that promise had been broken.
Or had it?
Maggie’s attention drifted to the framed picture of Brigit that sat beside the quietly ticking clock. She had tried to remove the visual reminders, yet, she had come home that day and found this one particular reminder returned to its place. Then, there had been the awful fight with Lorena Rubens where Maggie had been sure she had heard Brigit’s voice telling Lorena to leave. That had been followed by the scuffle with an unseen force that had ended with Lorena’s ejection from the apartment. Maggie had thought she had imagined it all. She had been sure Lorena had just been overly hysterical in her departure. At least, that was what Maggie had tried to convince herself of in the following days. It was far easier to believe that scenario than the idea of Brigit’s ghost hanging around.
Yet, as she thought of it now, she remembered hearing Brigit’s voice again. It had been just a few moments before she crossed the lines into deep sleep. Brigit’s voice had been so clear… What had she said? Maggie began to fight hard against the fog left by the sleeping pills for the short exchange she could now remember having with her lover during those moments between lucidity and sleep.
It was an accident…
I’m still with you…
I haven’t broken my promise…
I love you too…
The next sound to escape Maggie was not a sigh, but rather, a sob – a deep and painful sob that rode on the clarity of the words she had heard before falling into the deepest sleep she had experienced since before the night Brigit had been killed. The sob released her. It freed her from the weight she had been carrying quietly. Her tears flowed in a torrent over her cheeks as she gave way to the freedom from the heaviness that had been sitting on her heart all these months.
Brigit had never and would never lie to her. In the end, Maggie now had the feeling, Brigit was keeping her promise.