The Keeper: Alexa LeGardien Read Free Page A

the door of the building in view. The surroundings had this mystifying quality to it that Alexa couldn’t quite understand.
    As if things couldn’t get any weirder, the door knob was the shape of a lion’s head, not a friendly one. She was about to knock on the door when it immediately swung open, almost as if her presence was expected.
    A tall man stood by the entrance. His facial expression was hardened and blank. Alexa was almost too scared to ask him anything.
    “Miss Alexandra LeGardien, we’ve been expecting your arrival. You’re late.” His voice alone was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.
    Alexa and Matt exchanged confused glances as the man shut the door behind them. If they weren’t scared then, they were definitely scared now.
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    “I T’S Alexa or Alex, punk ,” she said to the much taller looking man. He didn’t flinch a muscle, but by the way he looked at them, anyone could tell that he didn’t exactly have a space in his heart for teenagers, much less rowdy ones.
    Alexa continued speaking at a much lower volume. “So, I’ve got this key. Know what it opens?”
    They still received no reply, but the man gestured for them to enter, something that Alexa thought probably wasn’t the best idea but, without another option in sight, she and Matt entered anyway.
    “What is this place?” Alexa asked curiously. From the outside it looked nothing like an insurance bank and from the outside it looked even less like one. She was amazed by its detail to design. It looked more like a building you’d find in France not in the United States. “Because it looks more like a century old gentlemen’s club than a bank to me. No offence.”
    The man by the door still wore his straight face. He hadn’t said anything since his chilling invite. Alexa began to wonder if he was a programmed robot. That would make more sense to her.
    “Okay, then. I can take a hint.” She finally decided silence was probably the best way to go about this. Whatever ‘this’ was.
    “So, where do we go?” Matt asked. “For the safety deposit box.” He added to be more specific.
    The unnamed man turned to Matt and looked like he was irritated by the mere sight of him. He used his fingers to flick away a lint that had made a home on the shoulder of his expensive looking suit.
    “Mr. Henderson will escort you.” Hallelujah , Alexa thought. The doorman had finally spoken once again.
    “Who’s Mr. Henderson?” Alexa turned to him and asked, but quickly looked away. His facial expression was the definition of death. Like if death were a person, it would be him. Really it would.
    She came face to face with another man who seemed to appear out of nowhere. She literally had to put her hands over her mouth to stop herself from shrieking. “Mr. Henderson?” Didn’t anyone here wear a name tag or have a facial expression other than ‘blank’?
    Mr. Henderson looked at both Alexa and Matt. He had a less hardened facial appearance than the door man but nonetheless, dead. His complexion was as pale as fresh snow on the Canadian Rockies in the middle of December. Yup, he was that pale.
    He turned to lead the way without a mere blimp of expression to note their presence. “Follow me,” he commanded in a voice as deep as a lion’s roar.
    “So...” Alexa tried her best not to sound as uncomfortable as she felt. “Nice place you got here. I just want to say, if this is some sort of a kidnapping thing, I know Kung Fu.”
    Mr. Henderson turned to her with a face void of humour.
    “She was kidding,” Matt said immediately Mr. Henderson looked at Alexa.
    Alexa and Matt looked at each other both worriedly and curiously. Their expressions did all the talking. You know Kung Fu ? – No – But it’s in our best interest that they believe that ...whoever they are .
    After walking down a straight corridor for several minutes, Mr. Henderson opened one of five doors within