NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued
March, 2012
RUSKIN, NY
I was also shocked by Lys' appearance. It was the old Lys, but she was dressed so down: jeans, T-shirt, and that even more beat-up white ski jacket I remembered from our night in Ellicottville just about two years before. It actually had silver duct-tape covering a few of the gaps in it. It looked decrepit, unless that was a fashion statement somewhere in the world that had yet to hit here. Her complexion was surprisingly flushed.
Was she on assignment? I understood that Buffalo was the hub of the stateside savvy ring and that the Specials would probably be in and out. Was she surveilling these guys? It sure didn't look that way, unless they, too, were authors of paranormal books. It seemed too coincidental to find her on duty in this pub where we had begun our acquaintance.