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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4608781" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Convergence: Part 1 – Santini Residence</strong></p><p></p><p>"I can't believe something just ripped out the engine without us hearing anything," said Hammer in exasperation. </p><p></p><p>Guppy looked around, eyes wide. "Do you hear that?"</p><p></p><p>"Hear what?" asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>"Music. Classical music."</p><p></p><p>Across the street, music swelled, faded, and swelled. It was Beethoven. The front door to the house, identified as SANTINI, was ajar. </p><p></p><p>The agents made their way over to the Santini house. </p><p></p><p>Inside, a light was on in the study, to the left of the foyer. Milky luminescence spilled out of the open study doors, across the oak-floored foyer, to the brink of the dark living room.</p><p></p><p>"I think that's…Beethoven," said Guppy. "The Third Symphony, Eroica."</p><p></p><p>The symphony reached its stirring conclusion, and when the last note faded, no new music began. </p><p></p><p>"Guess the stereo shut itself off," said Hammer.</p><p></p><p>There was light in the study, but the other windows were flat, black, and shiny. Someone could be standing just beyond any of those panes of glass, cloaked in shadow, seeing but unseen.</p><p></p><p>Hammer made his way into the foyer. The other agents followed.</p><p></p><p>The room through the open door on the left was deserted. Two lamps cast warm golden light into every corner of the study.</p><p></p><p>To the right, the living room was draped with shadows as thick as densely woven black hunting. At the far end, a few splinters of light gleamed at the edges and at the bottom of a set of doors that closed off the dining room, but that meager glow did nothing to dispel the gloom on this side.</p><p></p><p>Hammer found a wall switch that turned on a lamp, revealing the unoccupied living room.</p><p></p><p>He crossed to the living room, which was furnished with comfortable beige sofas and elegant, emerald-green Queen Anne wing chairs. The stereo and CD player were nestled inconspicuously in a corner wall unit. That's where the music was coming from. </p><p></p><p>"Guess the Santinis went out and left it playing," said Guppy.</p><p></p><p>"Sure," said Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>At the end of the room, Hammer opened the double doors, which squeaked slightly.</p><p></p><p>No one was in the dining room, either, but the chandelier shed light on a curious scene. The table was set for an early Sunday supper: four place mats; four clean dinner plates; four matching salad plates, three of them shiny-clean, the fourth holding a serving of salad; four sets of stainless-steel flatware; four glasses-two filled with milk, one with water, and one with an amber liquid that might be apple juice. Ice cubes, only partly melted, floated in both the juice and the water. In the center of the table were serving dishes: a bowl of salad, a platter of ham, a potato casserole, and a large dish of peas and carrots. </p><p></p><p>Hammer looked over the meal. "Except for the salad, all of the food is untouched." </p><p></p><p>Guppy put his hand over the ham. "The ham's cold."</p><p></p><p>"Whatever happened here happened fast," said Hammer grimly. "Damn fast." He touched the casserole dish: it was still warm. "The food was put on the table within the past hour, perhaps only thirty minutes ago. Check for signs of a struggle."</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean pointed at an overturned chair. It was lying on one side, a few feet from the table. "Somebody got up in a hurry." The other chairs were upright, but on the floor beside one of them lay a serving spoon and a two-pronged meat fork. </p><p></p><p>"There's a napkin over here," said Guppy. A balled-up napkin was on the floor too, in a corner of the room, as if it had not merely been dropped but flung aside. </p><p></p><p>"Saltshaker's overturned," said Hammer. But it was all small things. Nothing dramatic. Nothing conclusive.</p><p></p><p>"None of this is making sense," said Jim-Bean. He put his hand on the table and closed his eyes. "Let me see if…"</p><p></p><p>He gasped, twitching, and slumped off the table to the ground.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4608781, member: 3285"] [b]Convergence: Part 1 – Santini Residence[/b] "I can't believe something just ripped out the engine without us hearing anything," said Hammer in exasperation. Guppy looked around, eyes wide. "Do you hear that?" "Hear what?" asked Jim-Bean. "Music. Classical music." Across the street, music swelled, faded, and swelled. It was Beethoven. The front door to the house, identified as SANTINI, was ajar. The agents made their way over to the Santini house. Inside, a light was on in the study, to the left of the foyer. Milky luminescence spilled out of the open study doors, across the oak-floored foyer, to the brink of the dark living room. "I think that's…Beethoven," said Guppy. "The Third Symphony, Eroica." The symphony reached its stirring conclusion, and when the last note faded, no new music began. "Guess the stereo shut itself off," said Hammer. There was light in the study, but the other windows were flat, black, and shiny. Someone could be standing just beyond any of those panes of glass, cloaked in shadow, seeing but unseen. Hammer made his way into the foyer. The other agents followed. The room through the open door on the left was deserted. Two lamps cast warm golden light into every corner of the study. To the right, the living room was draped with shadows as thick as densely woven black hunting. At the far end, a few splinters of light gleamed at the edges and at the bottom of a set of doors that closed off the dining room, but that meager glow did nothing to dispel the gloom on this side. Hammer found a wall switch that turned on a lamp, revealing the unoccupied living room. He crossed to the living room, which was furnished with comfortable beige sofas and elegant, emerald-green Queen Anne wing chairs. The stereo and CD player were nestled inconspicuously in a corner wall unit. That's where the music was coming from. "Guess the Santinis went out and left it playing," said Guppy. "Sure," said Jim-Bean. At the end of the room, Hammer opened the double doors, which squeaked slightly. No one was in the dining room, either, but the chandelier shed light on a curious scene. The table was set for an early Sunday supper: four place mats; four clean dinner plates; four matching salad plates, three of them shiny-clean, the fourth holding a serving of salad; four sets of stainless-steel flatware; four glasses-two filled with milk, one with water, and one with an amber liquid that might be apple juice. Ice cubes, only partly melted, floated in both the juice and the water. In the center of the table were serving dishes: a bowl of salad, a platter of ham, a potato casserole, and a large dish of peas and carrots. Hammer looked over the meal. "Except for the salad, all of the food is untouched." Guppy put his hand over the ham. "The ham's cold." "Whatever happened here happened fast," said Hammer grimly. "Damn fast." He touched the casserole dish: it was still warm. "The food was put on the table within the past hour, perhaps only thirty minutes ago. Check for signs of a struggle." Jim-Bean pointed at an overturned chair. It was lying on one side, a few feet from the table. "Somebody got up in a hurry." The other chairs were upright, but on the floor beside one of them lay a serving spoon and a two-pronged meat fork. "There's a napkin over here," said Guppy. A balled-up napkin was on the floor too, in a corner of the room, as if it had not merely been dropped but flung aside. "Saltshaker's overturned," said Hammer. But it was all small things. Nothing dramatic. Nothing conclusive. "None of this is making sense," said Jim-Bean. He put his hand on the table and closed his eyes. "Let me see if…" He gasped, twitching, and slumped off the table to the ground. [/QUOTE]
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