DETECTIVE FICTION
The Secret Diary of Anaïs Nin — Paranormal Investigator
Part 4 — old friends and new dangers
A handy link to all my Anaïs storiesOctober 19, 1944, continued
I climbed dripping from the tub and began to towel myself off bruskly. Exko’s claim that she needed a recently live body to send some kind of message had me desperately seeking solutions.
“Exko?” I whispered, not sure whether she was still listening.
Exko, exko, exko, bounced softly off the stark white tiles of the hotel bathroom and let me know she was.
“Henry is off-limits. You hear me? If you hurt him . . .” I left the threat hanging because, frankly, I didn’t know how one could threaten an all-but-incorporeal mythological creature.
Hear you, hear you, hear you, came the welcome reply.
I took as long as I dared to towel off my hair before emerging from the steam-shrouded room. Henry was as I had left him, lounging on the ample bed. His breakfast — eaten in the early afternoon — was gone, but another he’d ordered for me had taken its place. As had a welcome pot of coffee wrapped in a towel and a cognac in a small carafe next to a snifter.
