The Angel of San Diego

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Chapter 30 - The Will and the Crown

“Hello, Mr. Volmer. Thank you for calling, my name is Robin Oracle.”

“So your message said. How do you know my real name? Are you an Official from the old country? And what do you mean, ‘you have a message from my Velma?’ She is dead for five years – God rest her soul.”

He had a thick Germanic accent.

“No, sir, I am not from your country. Your wife told me your name. Look, I know you don’t believe in psychics, sir, but I have the ability to speak to the dead and she was insistent that I tell you a few things.”

“I don’t have any money to waste on psychic nonsense. You are wasting your time if you think…”

Robin interrupted him, “I don’t want any money, Vi Count, I just need to tell you three things. You can either believe what I say or discard it, but please hear me out.”

“No money? Then what’s in it for you?”

“Nothing, sir, I don’t always do these things for some kind of reciprocation. I merely made a promise to the Countess to relay her message to you.”

“How did you meet my Velma?”

“This is going to sound crazy, but I was working on a missing child case and met her spirit at the Oak Hill Cemetery.” I hope he doesn’t hang up after that last statement.

“Hold on. You’re that guy in the paper today, aren’t you? The one they call the Angel?”

Not him too, “Yes, sir, that’s me.”

“Then I will listen. I will listen because you helped that little girl.”

Robin was relieved. A promise is a promise, even when made to a dead person.

“Thank you, sir. First, she wanted you to know that she never regretted a day of her life with you. If she had it to do over again, she would still give up the Kingdom for you. I know that may sound strange to you, but she told me to tell you this exactly as she said it to me.”

“Not strange. I know what it means. Continue, please.”

“Secondly, she said that it was Josef who stole the crown. He hid it in the crypt. She has spoken to him. He said to look in Magda’s coffin. They are there. Thirdly, she said that now that you know where the crown is located, you can finally live your life with your head held high and your name vindicated. She also says that she likes the new woman in your life – Anika is it?”

There was a short pause. Robin felt that last statement had taken him by surprise. The Vi Count cleared his throat and said, “Yes. That’s right.” His voice had a hint of sadness in it.

“She said to tell you that she likes her and to tell you that it’s okay to marry her. She said it was good that you were going forward with your life. She gives you her blessing.”

Robin could feel the emotions of the man through the phone line. The Vi Count was sobbing. He was crying for his wife. He was crying for relief of fifteen years of hiding in shame from his own countrymen. He was crying in happiness that he could now go on with his life with his good name and Title restored. Robin just waited patiently.

Finally, the man said, “Thank you, Mr. Oracle. The Angel has saved another life today. I will always be in your debt.”

“Thank you, Vi Count, for hearing me out – and good luck.”

Robin hung up the phone.

Angel! The next person that calls me that is going to get a piece of my mind!

The phone rang. Robin answered it absentmindedly.

“Good morning, Angel,” Malissa said cheerily.

Robin sat speechless. After a few seconds he found his voice: “Been reading the paper, have you?”

“It’s in all the papers, Robin.”

“All the papers…? Just what I needed…Even the Tribune?”

“Yes. They have a three-page article on it and they even have a picture of all of us coming out of the Sheriff’s station. It’s exciting on one hand, but it’s also made me a bit worried.”

“Worried?” Robin opened up his psychic connection with Malissa. She was worried.

“Yes, Robin. All this publicity is flattering, but now that evil lunatic knows you’re after him too. He may try to kill you to shut you up.”

I hadn’t thought of that, not that I wanted all this publicity, anyway.

Malissa continued: “Lt. Hawk called us earlier. He thinks the same thing. Please be very alert and keep your psychic ‘feelers’ out. I couldn’t live without you, Robin”.

“I’ll be careful, darling. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be home at seven.”

“I love you Robin.”

“And I love you, but would you do me a favor?”

“Sure, Robin anything for you.”

“Don’t call me Angel. There’s only room for one Angel in this family and it’s you, my Auburn Angel.”

“Okay. Robin, she giggled.”

The room began to warm up. Robin closed his eyes. Malissa was doing the same. She was in her office at the University sitting at her desk.

Slowly and gently, all the small things around her that were not nailed down began to rise from their places into the air and dance around the room. Robin and Malissa were Soul Merging again.

The door to Malissa’s office opened suddenly and a familiar voice said, “Oh, My God!”

Malissa snapped out of her trance and everything came raining down around her. One of her books, Stranger in a Strange Land, fell on her head.

“Ow!” She looked at the doorway and saw Mac standing there with his mouth open, “Hello, Mac, I didn’t expect you.”

“Obviously,” he replied.

“What happened?” Robin asked.

“It’s okay, Robin. Mac came in and broke my concentration. I’ll call you back later.”

“Okay. See you later.”

“So, what can I do for you, Mac?” she said as she hung up the phone.

“I came by to tell you that the guys and I are going to Little Italy for lunch. We wanted to know if you wanted to come along.” He paused a little and said, “How did you do that?”

“Do what?” she said innocently.

“That floating object thing, I believe you call it telekinesis?”

She looked at him like he was crazy, “What are you talking about, Mac? What floating…?”

“Don’t you see all that stuff thrown everywhere?” He pointed to the mess.

“Yes,” she said, seeing it for the first time. “Now how did…?”

“Well, when I opened the door, all of that was floating around the room. It was like a slow surrealistic dance of inanimate objects.”

“Really?” she said incredulously.

“Yes, and when I said, ‘Oh, my God,’ it all came down in a heap.”

“Really?” she said excitedly.

“Yes. In fact, that book in front of you came down on your head.”

“Really?” she said even more excitedly. She winced and rubbed the spot where the book hit her, “No wonder my head hurts.”

“Will you stop saying, ‘really’? What in the world was that and why was it happening?”

She paused a few seconds looking at Mac. She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she said simply.

Mac looked at her a moment or two and thought, it was bad enough with the mind reading without having things fly about the room.

“Look, Mac. I wasn’t aware that this telekinetic event was happening. Evidently, according to Mother, whenever Robin and I merge our auras, things begin to fly around the room. You didn’t get injured or anything did you?”


“Lt. Hawk calls them psychic tornadoes.”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call what I saw a tornado. It was more like a gentle waltz.”

“Really…? As in a ‘slow dance’…?”

“Yes. They just slowly danced around the room. They avoided me, as far as I could tell.”

“That’s funny, because when we merge our auras it always feels like we’re dancing to a slow waltz. Our souls dance together.”

“Yes,” Mac began, “and the room seems to join in. It’s a good thing I walked in instead of a student, or worse: Beatrice.”

“Oh, my, yes. Beatrice would have had a heart attack. She’s already spooked about coming to my office. She always wears a rosary outside of her clothes and when she passes by my door she crosses herself.”

They laughed.

“I’ve been tempted to do the same thing myself in the past,” Mac joked.

“Really?” she asked concerned.

“Not these days. I understand a lot more now about psychic phenomena, but seeing that… that… dance, gave me a bit of a fright.”

“I’m surprised you’re still here. A year ago you would have been out the door and as far away from here as possible.”

“Yeah, well, since then I’ve met Robin. Look, I know you, Malissa. You would never do anything to harm another soul. You are always trying to help people even when you haven’t the resources. I also know you would never marry anyone who didn’t do the same and feel the same way. You two are meant for each other.”

“Thanks, Mac. Coming from you, that means a lot,” a tear welled up in her eye.

“So, let’s get some lunch. You can tell us all about that tornado dance of yours and I will introduce you to Patrice, my soul mate, as you psychic types like to say.”

“Really?” she said as she stood up and headed for the door.

As she closed her office door and they started down the hall Mac continued, “Yes. I intend to marry her before the year is up.”

“Really?” she said surprised.

“There you go again with the ‘reallys’. One would think that after thirty-two years and two P.H.D.’s, a woman of your intelligence could come up with a better interrogative than that.”

“Really?” she said teasingly.

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