existence is hidden?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you know what this vampire is doing right now?”
“Cleaning up the mess.”
“He’s making sure Kyle didn’t exist. He will wipe the memory of Kyle from anyone who had contact with him.”
“Not many people did. He stayed on the farm, and I ran errands for him when he needed things.”
They’d ventured out together a few times, but ninety-eight percent of those trips were ones out of town. He took her to big cities, museums and historical places. The police station was the one place he’d visited in Mishawaka and that was only to resolve her speeding tickets. She’d received plenty, but to date, she only had a warning on file. Sometimes mind manipulation came in handy.
“You said the police questioned you.”
“There was a headless body burning in the yard.”
He clamped his jaw. “My point is, the police knew about the event. Therefore, the vampire will pay a visit to the station and erase it from their minds. He’ll make sure Kyle never existed. In doing so–”
“Fuck.” A tsunami of gloom lowered her spirit. Riker didn’t need to explain any more. Ben and Charles were one of the few who did know about her relationship with Kyle. All the vamp had to do was slip into their minds to learn Kyle had a girlfriend. Shit!
“What?”
“I went to college with Ben. He knew about Kyle and me.” She reached in her purse and withdrew her phone. Here was the perfect opportunity to see if Riker was right. Was the vampire who destroyed Kyle looking for her? And if he was, would he kill Ben?
“Is this Ben an officer you spoke with?”
“Yes,” she replied while she dialed the number for the police station. Once the call went through, she pressed the phone to her ear and stared at Riker. “I hope you’re wrong.”
“I rarely am.”
“Mishawaka police, how may I help you?” asked a female on the other end of the line.
“I’d like to speak with Officer Ben Hildebrand please.”
“One moment.”
The hum of the engine grew louder. Riker cut off the lights.
“What are you doing?” Katie asked.
“Driving. Don’t worry, I can see just fine.”
Katie considered complaining, but it wouldn’t do any good. He had control of her car. Fortunately, there weren’t many vehicles on the road, which meant less chance of an accident. And if by chance a trooper pulled them over, Riker could easily wipe the memory from the officer’s mind.
“Hello, this is Ben Hildebrand.”
“Ben, it’s Katie.”
“Hi, Katie. How are you?”
He sounded fine. She didn’t detect anything unusual about his tone.
“How’s the investigation going?”
“Which one?”
“The one with Kyle’s death.”
“Who?”
The prickly feeling on the back of her neck spread down the rest of her body. She stared at Riker. Her heart pounded within her chest.
“You know, Kyle Brown. You saw his body burning–”
“Hang up,” Riker snapped.
“A body burning? Katie, are you all right?”
She lowered the phone and ended the call. Dread swept through her and made the dinner in her stomach sour. The vamp had tampered with Ben’s mind.
“So much for keeping your existence hidden.”
“I’ll pay a visit to him during the day and see what’s going on.” She slid the phone back into her purse.
“I recommend you stay away from him.”
She hated to take Riker’s advice, but it seemed appropriate. If the vamp had wiped Ben’s mind of Kyle, then Ben would ask her questions and might think she’d fallen out of a rocker. She didn’t want to cause any trouble, nor put his life at risk.
“I guess this means you were right. The vamp is after me now.”
Katie lifted her head. Maybe having the assassin looking for her was a good thing. Instead of her trying to find him, he could find her. Then, she could torture him and chop off his head. Her mood improved with the pleasant thought of acquiring her revenge. Kyle would be proud.
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