scream….
Mary had tried to scream. No sound had come out—maybe because her voice was lost to the horror of her situation. Nikki's stomach churned, and a chill crept down her spine. She didn't want to think about that chill. Didn't want to think about the instinct that suggested there could be other reasons why Mary hadn't screamed.
Jake told the driver to wait then joined her on the sidewalk. 'This the place?'
She rubbed her arms. She didn't want to go inside. Didn't want to find what she suspected she might find. Tears stung her eyes, but she tried to ignore them. 'Yes.'
'Not exactly what I expected.'
'No.'
She looked to her left then right. No one sitting at the nearby cafe tables was paying any particular attention. And they wouldn't, as long as both of them looked as if they had every right to be here.
She strode up to the door and raised her hand, as if inserting a key. Instead, she pushed kinetically at the lock and opened the door.
She stepped through but stopped just inside the doorway, listening to the silence. Searching the darkness with her psychic senses, trying to find the scent of evil. Farmer wasn't here at the moment.
Jake closed the door behind them then flicked on the flashlight. The bright light cut across the shadows, highlighting old bits of furniture and lots of dust. 'Where do we go?'
'Up. She was chained to a bed, and the darkness had an airy feel. It certainly wasn't a basement or anything like that.'
'There's some comfort in that, I guess.'
It was no comfort—not to Mary, not to her and certainly not to him, if the crack in his voice was anything to go by. She walked to the other end of the narrow shop and found a set of stairs behind a half wall. Jake handed her a flashlight, and she shone the light upwards. Nothing but shadows and cobwebs.
If Mary was up there, she was making no sound.
Bile rose in Nikki's throat. She swallowed heavily and edged up the stairs, pausing between each step, listening to the silence and testing the air for the approach of evil.
Three steps from the landing she paused and carefully peered through the railings. The room beyond was dark and quiet. No sound of breathing. No sound of life.
Not that she had truly expected any.
She swallowed a sob. Holding back guilt, holding back pain, she forced her feet up those final three steps. The beam of her flashlight cut across the darkness and centered on the bed.
Mary lay on it. Naked, chained and bloody.
Dead.
Chapter Sixteen
Nikki didn't say anything. Couldn't say anything. For several seconds she just stared, taking in the bloody evidence of horror. Taking in the open, screaming mouth and the stump that had once been a tongue.
A sob escaped. She raised a hand to her mouth and put out her other hand to stop Jake. He pushed past angrily then froze. For several seconds neither of them moved. Then with a sound that was half groan, half anguished denial, he rushed towards his wife. Dropping to his knees, he touched her neck, feeling for the pulse Nikki knew he would never find.
He made another broken sound and gathered Mary's lifeless body in his arms. Nikki bit her lip, battling for control. She couldn't give in to anguish just yet. She had to stay alert in case Farmer returned.
She glanced at her watch and saw they had less than forty minutes to get back to the hotel. Or she did.
She doubted if Jake would leave Mary's body so soon.
Tears trickled down her face. She took a deep, shuddering breath, then dragged her phone out of her pocket and called the ambulance and the cops.
'Jake?'
He didn't answer. Just continued to sob and cradle Mary.
'Jake, I have to go. I can't be here when the cops get here, or I won't get back in time to catch Farmer's message. He can't know…. 'Her voice broke. She swiped at her eyes and continued, 'He can't know we know.'
'I'm going to kill that bastard,' Jake muttered.
'We'll get him, don't worry.'
'Not we. Me.' He looked up. His face was ravaged, eyes bloodshot. 'Promise me you won't go after him without me.'
'Jake—' 'Promise me!' His voice was savage, his eyes intense.
'Jake, I don't want to lose you, too.'
'You won't. I'll kill him for this. And nothing, or nobody, is going to stop me from doing it.'
She hesitated, then said, 'Okay. I promise.'
He nodded and went back to his grieving. From a distance came the sound of sirens. She had to get out while she could. She swiped at her eyes then walked forward. Jake didn't move, just continued to gently rock Mary back and forth. She brushed a kiss across Mary's head and bid her a silent good-bye.
A nebula cloud swirled past Jake, catching her eye. She frowned, wondering how the fog had gotten inside the room when there were no windows open. The mist drifted past again, briefly forming something almost human. Nikki's stomach dropped. It wasn't fog. It was a spirit—a ghost.
Mouth dry, she watched the thing, wondering if it was Mary's spirit or someone else's. She could find out… but was either she or Jake really ready to confront Mary if it was?
'Jake?'
He looked up. 'What?'
'I think Mary's spirit may be in this room.'
He didn't react in any way, simply stared at her. She raised her hands. 'Don't ask me to explain how or why, but it appears I'm developing the talent to see ghosts.'
'Like the movie?'
'Not as graphic or as clear as the movie, but yeah.'
'And she's here?' His voice was an odd mix of hope and apprehension.
'It may be her, or it maybe someone else.' The mist swirled in the one spot, as if listening to what she was saying. 'I can't say for sure until I empower it.'
'Then do it.'
She met his gaze. 'You sure?'
He nodded. 'At the very least, it gives me the chance to apologize. To say good-bye.'
It would give them both the chance to do that. She looked back to the misty form and took a deep breath. Its movements had quickened, as if in excitement. Closing her eyes, Nikki reached out. With her hand and with her psychic gifts.
Fog caressed her fingers, but it was warm rather than cold and damp. Something latched on to her psychic probe—she could feel the drain of energy flowing through her fingertips, though it was more a trickle than the rush that happened whenever she used her kinetic skills.
Jake made an odd, strangled sort of noise in the back of his throat. She opened her eyes. It was Mary who touched her fingers.
'I'm sorry,' Jake whispered brokenly. 'I'm so sorry.'
Mary brushed a hand across his head. His hair stirred, as if touched by electricity rather than flesh. 'You did what you thought was best. It's not your fault this happened.'
'But I could've—' 'No.' Her voice was gentle and somehow ethereal. Though her skin seemed to hold color, there was little substance to her flesh. 'It was my time. Destiny cannot be changed. Only the location.'
