Soul Eater

The interrogation room was bright with harsh florescent lighting, hardly an atmosphere conducive to relaxing a suspect and taking him off guard. The white clinical walls gave one the impression that they were about to undergo some major surgery. None of this penetrated Jenna’s shocked consciousness at the sight that greeted her when she entered the small room. The man who sat on the other side of the table appeared to be tired, but instinctively alert. All the hurt, anger, and passion of that long ago night reached its ghostly fingers through the wall of time to wrap around her throat. Jenna had to make a conscious effort to breathe. It was finally the amusement in those dark eyes that broke through. “Do you find something funny Mr. Silver Wolf?” Jenna’s words held a razor sharp edge. Brody shook his head slowly. “Only that you seem to be following in your father’s footsteps. How ironic is it that ten years ago I was staring at him from across a table.” “Indeed, Mr. Silver Wolf. Why don’t you tell me what did my dad arrest you for?” “Oh, just about anything and everything that went wrong if I was within miles of town. I guess something about me seemed to rub Officer Claremont the wrong way.” Brody gave her a crooked smile. “I don’t believe that.” Jenna’s voice held a note of bitterness. Brody knew nothing of her father. “Relax Agent Claremont.” Brody leaned back in the chair as if relaxing was exactly what he intended to do. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but I suspect that he must have guessed his little girl’s very grown up interest in me.” The look in his eyes told her much louder than words that he hadn’t forgotten their night by the lake and her indiscretions. Heat flooded Jenna’s face, sending a torrent of humiliation through her that was quickly replaced by anger. “That was a very long time ago and has absolutely no bearing on either of our lives at this point.” Jenna’s voice was soft, but unyielding. “I would have thought that you have a much more serious matter to occupy your thoughts.” Brody’s gaze traveled from her eyes to her mouth and down the curve of her neck. His eyes glazed over as if his thoughts had ventured to a place that Jenna dared not remember.