Love Story: In The Web of Life by Ken Renshaw (snow like ashes TXT) 📕

Steel pulled out his security radio and calledsomeone. Then, he wrote down everything Candice had said. Soon, aguard appeared with a camera that Steel used to take several shotsof the symbol on the windshield. I carefully examined the symbol.It looked almost like a Mayan hieroglyph, a square with a stockystick figure, possibly a man, with its arms hangingdown.

"Do you have any idea what this symbol is orpertains to?" asked Steel.

We both shook our heads to say no.

"Where is that Symbolist from the Da Vinci Codewhen you need him?" I quipped."

Steel offered to test-drive the car, andCandice agreed. Steel drove the car down to the next lower garagelevel. We could hear the tires squeaking and his gunning the engineand stopping.

After he returned he said, "It seems OK to me.Just to be safe, have someone check it over at a garage with ahoist. I could not see much with the car on the floor."

Candice replied, "It is due for a lube service.I'll have it done tomorrow."

Candice vigorously shook both our hands andthanked us, took the keys and left.

"I think I need a full written report. We areworking on an unusual court case, and it might have something to dowith it."

Steel nodded yes, and said, "Give me your keysand I'll check your car out."

I went back to my office. Carolyn gave me her'later?' smile as I went in.

In a few minutes, Steel appeared in my office.He was carrying a little black box in a plastic sack. "I found thison your car. It is a GPS tracking device. Is it yours, or part ofan anti theft system?"

"Neither," I said.

"It is a model that is used by law enforcement,not the cheap private detective quality. Do you want me to scanyour car every day for a while?"

"Seems like a good idea."

I returned to my office and checked my email. Isent a brief email to Dore about what had happened. Inthirty-seconds, I had a reply instructing me to send the report toa firm she identified as their security consultants, EBServices.

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Chapter Four

THEWAVE

I spent the rest of the week preparing my case,reading about remote sensing, and delving into the mathematics ofeight-dimensional space.

Friday, just before noon, I got an email frommy friend at the Aviation Weather Station at LAX, also a soaringpilot. She said that a late-season cold–front was approaching.Tomorrow, about noon, there would be a good chance for a mountainwave at CrystalAire.

I got excited. As the cold front approaches,the wind over the mountains forms a wave that can be tens ofthousands of feet high. In the ocean, surfers on boards ride alongwaves that might be twenty-five feet high on a very good day.Sailplanes can "surf" along a mountain wave to great heights. Ihave soared to thirty–thousand feet on a wave. They are reallyfun.

I thought for a minute. Tina might be on lunchbreak now. I called Tina on her cell.

"Hi stranger," she answered. "What'sup?"

"How is school going?" I asked.

"Great! I just finished a final exam in mynight school class. This was the tough one, statistics, and asubject that I was really worried about, required for my Masters,one of my big hurdles in the program. Math is not my thing. How isyour new court case?"

"It is getting very interesting and puzzling.Something strange seems to be going on; several simultaneousrelated things are happening, first, there was Uriel telling me tolearn about space-time. Then, I get a new civil case involvingpsychics. I have had to read up on ESP and something called remotesensing. Then, you take me to hear Herondus who talks about thesame things. Then, your friend Elise tells me that Uriel may berelated to me somehow in future space-time. Then, a consultantshows me mathematical theories that suggests there are shortcuts inspace-time that we can use to perceive distant, future or, pastthings!"

"Watch out for them shortcuts. Duck when yousee the next Then coming," Tina giggled. "Really, I don'tunderstand much about space-time and all that stuff. You know how Iam on math. But, I do have an appreciation for psychic stuff. Ithought you didn't like to talk about it."

"A couple of weeks ago, yes. Now, I have nochoice. I am very interested."

"I guess it is too late to warn you about themshortcuts," she giggled again.

"I am going to the desert tomorrow, just forthe day. Be back in late afternoon or evening. Would you come alongand we could talk some more about all this? I'll even take you forwhat might be a spectacular glider ride."

"You have fallen out of your shortcut at a goodtime. I need a day off from grading papers and cramming for exams.You know how I love the desert. I do have to get back tomorrownight. About the glider ride: we have been intimate before, butwon't both of us in that little cockpit on your sailplane be alittle too friendly? You barely fit in alone."

"I will use one of the gliders from the flyingschool there. They have two big seats, one behind the other forinstructors and students.

"Don't you have to prepare for your courtcase?"

"My time is really my own when I prepare for acase. I think I need some time for my mind to assimilate all thenew ideas. Tomorrow is an unusual weather day, one that mighthappen only every year or two, producing a wave at CrystalAire.Flying on wave days is really fun."

"I'm in, if you can assure me there are reallytwo seats. Can I bring a picnic lunch?"

"Wonderful!" I replied. "It might be kind ofcold so bring a jacket or sweater."

After we made meeting arrangements, I hung upthe phone and thought, 'I really like this lady, I wonder where shebuys her perky pills.' I noticed I felt a nice warm feeling in myheart region. 'That's a new phenomenon. Some kind of shortcutbetween us?'

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When I was a few minutes away from Tina'sapartment, I called to say I was nearly there. She said she wouldmeet me at the street so I