Chapter 106. The Siren’s Call

Inside Beck’s office, the air was thick with the scent of the lemon air freshener Myla loved and the relentless, looping sound of a dead woman’s laughter. The walls were covered in projections of Rosie Kowalsky: at a picnic, blowing out birthday candles, looking into a lens with bright and hopeful eyes that knew that she was going to be erased in such a horrible manner.

“Again,” Beck said with a soft voice. He was perched at the console, his glasses reflecting the blue light of the voice-modulation wave forms. “But use Eddie this time around. That’s what she called him the last time she posted about him.”

Myla sat beside him in a wrinkled cream colored wrap dress, her hair pulled back into a messy knot. She looked exhausted, her eyes rimmed with red.

They had been practicing and practicing for days now. Trying to perfect her pitch, tone, and auditory vibrations to match the late Annabel Rosalie Kowalsky.

“Eddie… It’s me,” she whispered into the micro