Sarah was crouched down, inspecting the bushes Mike had fallen into yesterday, gloved hands gently touching their branches. Surprised that Mike was watching her, she stood up suddenly.
"She's been fascinated by this place since she was a little girl," Elizabeth informed him. "I would like for you to actually look at our offer this time, Mr. Radley. Strongly consider it. I promise you that this home will only become a burden, one that the women of the Society will be more than happy to take on." She held the folder out.
"I'll look, but no promises." Mike took the folder, and Elizabeth's finger briefly touched his. He felt a tiny spark, and suddenly Elizabeth's smile finally reached her eyes.
"We'll be in touch," she told him, moving off the steps and down the walkway to the street. Sarah smirked, following her mother out to a sports car parked partially on his driveway. He didn't bother waving as they roared back out of his driveway. The cold feeling in his stomach faded, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
"What a couple of fucking weirdos," he muttered, staring at the paper in his hands. He opened the file, revealing a set of legal documents and a monetary offer that was entirely too large. Mike couldn't help but notice that the offer they had supplied him pertained to the contents of the house as well.
"Okay, gotcha." Mike closed the folder and walked inside the house. Naia had made it very clear that there were people who wanted the home for its inhabitants (however many of them there were), and the odd behavior of Elizabeth and Sarah now made perfect sense.
Well, almost. Obviously, Sarah was hoping to get a peek at one of the inhabitants, and her behavior had been anything but normal. Elizabeth acted pleasant enough, but he had recognized the mask she wore all too well. His own mother had donned it every time they needed a new place to sleep for the night, every time she needed to bargain just another week on the couch. This was a woman who was used to getting her way, and Mike wasn't playing along.
He sat at his computer, pulling up the website for the Historical Preservation Society. There were several members, and a little digging revealed that Elizabeth and Sarah were indeed high ranking members. He frowned, staring at their smiling faces. Looking again at the folder, he tossed it in the trash. If those two knew there was more to the house than he was letting on, he needed to figure out how to divert their attention elsewhere.
That could wait, however. He walked back out front, hoping to strike up another conversation with Cecilia, but the banshee didn't appear. Grabbing his toolbox, he wandered back through the house and out into the garden. The fountain was flowing freely now, and several small birds were bathing in the upper basin. Naia, floating in the water, had one hand in the air with two small finches chirping happily to her on her fingertips.
"What are they saying?" Mike asked, setting down the toolbox. He couldn't help but notice that Naia's fountain was clean, but the surrounding area had been covered in dirt and muck from her blowing out the lines and overflowing the fountain yesterday.
"They're telling me about the visitors you had," Naia said, giving her hand a flick. The birds took flight, landing in the basin to join their brethren. "You felt sick around them, yes?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"