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certain if he was patient, Katy would find her way back to him. He finished his coffee and set the cup on the table. “I have to go pick up Ryan. We’ll meet you at the station to discuss the new information about the case.”
Neither woman responded, just stared at one another.
He rubbed his hands roughly over his face. He was going to get to the bottom of their secrets, he promised himself.
He kissed the top of Katy’s head and headed out. He glanced over his shoulder once but the two women still only continued to stare at each other.
Katy didn’t know what to do. Allysa had come close to telling Cameron about her vision. No matter how much Katy argued with her, Allysa felt it was better if he knew.
Katy didn’t agree. They had been able to keep their gifts from almost everyone and now Allysa wanted to start telling strangers. Well, not strangers really. Cameron knew them, sort of. But if Katy were to tell him about her dreams, her sister’s visions, Cameron would laugh it off. Everyone did. She would lose him.
Damn! She had already lost him. But there was no way she could live knowing he thought she was the freak everyone who did know called her.
It was better to just let Cameron believe she didn’t want him than to admit the only thing that scared her. Admitting the truth.
But she hadn’t been doing a very good job of making Cameron think she didn’t want him either.
Everything was so messed up…so confusing. The case, her and Allysa , Cameron. Her life was spiralling out of control.
Her mood didn’t improve when she saw Clint standing outside the station door.
He stepped away from the building and threw his cigarette butt onto the ground.
“That’s littering,” she snapped at him.
He pulled his sunglasses down so she could see his eyes. “Then why don’t you arrest me? Maybe you’ll have to do a strip search.”
She almost smiled. Had to bite her lips to keep it from showing. Out of all her feelings about Clint, she could admit he still charmed her.
She took a closer look. He was still just as good-looking as ever. But even with his looks and cocky attitude, he was a good guy. She should still be in love with him. He knew all about her and her family but still hung around. But she didn’t love him. Or at least not in the way he wanted. She had never loved him the way she had Cameron.
“What’s up, Clint?” she asked with a lighter tone.
“Was in town and wanted to see you,” he told her without his usual arrogance.
“Clint…”
“We’ve been friends a long time. A very long time. I’m only here another week. I want to have dinner with you,” he interrupted.
“I can’t…”
“Just dinner,” he said again. His hand caught her chin, and she looked up. “I know there is something up with the Fed. I won’t screw that up. Dinner.”
She should have said no. She should have told him she wouldn’t see him before he left. But he had been a good friend. Before. Before his father had demanded he never see her again. Before he had taken off to
Colorado
, leaving her alone and hurting. But that was a long time ago. She’d forgiven him—had almost forgotten the things he’d said to drive her away from him. It had been for the best, he’d said. Really, he had been right.
“Dinner,” she conceded.
He smiled just as the sound of two doors slammed behind her.
Katy turned and saw that Cameron and Ryan had arrived. Cameron’s mirrored sunglasses covered his eyes but there was no mistaking the set of his jaw. He started towards them just as Davis came out the door.
“We got a break, Sheriff! I think we found his motel.”
Chapter Eight
The motel was forty-five miles from Greenwood on I-20. It was a rundown, cheap room without much fuss. But it was the killer’s room, Katy was sure of it.
He had left them pictures. Two pictures of Amanda Caldwell. One alive, and one after she was killed. The difference between the two was horrible.
Neither woman responded, just stared at one another.
He rubbed his hands roughly over his face. He was going to get to the bottom of their secrets, he promised himself.
He kissed the top of Katy’s head and headed out. He glanced over his shoulder once but the two women still only continued to stare at each other.
Katy didn’t know what to do. Allysa had come close to telling Cameron about her vision. No matter how much Katy argued with her, Allysa felt it was better if he knew.
Katy didn’t agree. They had been able to keep their gifts from almost everyone and now Allysa wanted to start telling strangers. Well, not strangers really. Cameron knew them, sort of. But if Katy were to tell him about her dreams, her sister’s visions, Cameron would laugh it off. Everyone did. She would lose him.
Damn! She had already lost him. But there was no way she could live knowing he thought she was the freak everyone who did know called her.
It was better to just let Cameron believe she didn’t want him than to admit the only thing that scared her. Admitting the truth.
But she hadn’t been doing a very good job of making Cameron think she didn’t want him either.
Everything was so messed up…so confusing. The case, her and Allysa , Cameron. Her life was spiralling out of control.
Her mood didn’t improve when she saw Clint standing outside the station door.
He stepped away from the building and threw his cigarette butt onto the ground.
“That’s littering,” she snapped at him.
He pulled his sunglasses down so she could see his eyes. “Then why don’t you arrest me? Maybe you’ll have to do a strip search.”
She almost smiled. Had to bite her lips to keep it from showing. Out of all her feelings about Clint, she could admit he still charmed her.
She took a closer look. He was still just as good-looking as ever. But even with his looks and cocky attitude, he was a good guy. She should still be in love with him. He knew all about her and her family but still hung around. But she didn’t love him. Or at least not in the way he wanted. She had never loved him the way she had Cameron.
“What’s up, Clint?” she asked with a lighter tone.
“Was in town and wanted to see you,” he told her without his usual arrogance.
“Clint…”
“We’ve been friends a long time. A very long time. I’m only here another week. I want to have dinner with you,” he interrupted.
“I can’t…”
“Just dinner,” he said again. His hand caught her chin, and she looked up. “I know there is something up with the Fed. I won’t screw that up. Dinner.”
She should have said no. She should have told him she wouldn’t see him before he left. But he had been a good friend. Before. Before his father had demanded he never see her again. Before he had taken off to
Colorado
, leaving her alone and hurting. But that was a long time ago. She’d forgiven him—had almost forgotten the things he’d said to drive her away from him. It had been for the best, he’d said. Really, he had been right.
“Dinner,” she conceded.
He smiled just as the sound of two doors slammed behind her.
Katy turned and saw that Cameron and Ryan had arrived. Cameron’s mirrored sunglasses covered his eyes but there was no mistaking the set of his jaw. He started towards them just as Davis came out the door.
“We got a break, Sheriff! I think we found his motel.”
Chapter Eight
The motel was forty-five miles from Greenwood on I-20. It was a rundown, cheap room without much fuss. But it was the killer’s room, Katy was sure of it.
He had left them pictures. Two pictures of Amanda Caldwell. One alive, and one after she was killed. The difference between the two was horrible.
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