and held it.
“You’ve been through so much
and here I am doing experiments on you. I’m sorry. It’s so new to me. Forgive
me?”
She laughed and pulled away.
“No problem. Did you bring my laptop here?”
“Hollerman brought it. Don’t
you think you should rest more before you go back over it? You were out of it
for a long time. I don’t think my heart’s up to that again.”
“Yeah, I’m a little tired.
Where am I going to sleep tonight?”
Nick showed her to the guest
room and said goodnight. Whitney said she just wanted to read and go to sleep
early.
“That was too easy,” Nick
thought. He had a sick feeling the stubborn psychic would continue to put
herself in danger for the good of the case. He wondered if anyone in her life
valued her life more than her abilities.
Whitney felt bad for lying to
Nick, but she didn’t want him to have to hover over her all night. She could
see the stress draining his energy. He was really sweet to care so much. Not
what she’d imagined from this cop.
She started writing some of the
details she remembered from the crime scene. As the images flooded her mind,
she began to experience it all over again. The boy was quiet, but he still
understood he was in danger. He was probably drugged, because he couldn’t think
very clearly. He was crying and praying. The bad man tricked him. He thought he
was someone else. So confused and so tired.
Whitney drew back from the
memory, and on to the next one. The vibrations of the killer were stronger this
time. He was happy and excited. He was really getting good at this, and it was
going to all work out. He had a plan. Whitney felt his energy reaching a peak
as he jabbed the knife into the boy’s heart. No one could stop him now.
The room felt like it was spinning.
The feeling of being part of that moment was too much. It was like waking from
a dream, but your mind still thought it was real. She couldn’t get the feelings
of the killer to go away. The boy’s cries and the killer’s elation blurred into
an energy surge that seemed to possess its own sound. Whitney grabbed her head
and tried to make the sounds and images stop. Her breathing was labored as she
tried to scream Nick’s name. No sound came out as she fell back to the bed.
* * * *
Nick woke early and peeked in
on Whitney. She seemed to be in a deep sleep. Once he checked for her
breathing, he left her alone. He was busy writing notes and making phone calls
when he thought he heard her calling his name.
He ran into her room not
knowing what to expect. She didn’t seem to be able to sit up and her eyes were
barely open.
“Water please.” Her voice was
low and weak.
“What did you do? I knew it!”
He ran for the water and hurried back.
Berating himself for leaving
her alone, he vowed it wouldn’t happen again. But what could he do? He didn’t
have any authority to tell her how to behave. He didn’t even know what was
safe. He had worried about her all week and she’d been fine. Now she was in bad
shape but at least she was in his house where he could keep an eye on her. He
carried the water back to Whitney. She was sitting up now looking a little
guilty.
“You always get to see me at my
worst Nick. Sorry about that. I’ll take you out to a big breakfast to make it
up to you.”
“You’ve got the wrong person
for that bribe. You should try it on Teddy sometime.”
“Well, what can I do to make it
up to you?”
Nick looked at her and didn’t
like the thoughts that popped into his head. He could easily think of something
better than eating. He mentally slapped himself and glanced around at the
laptop near the bed.
“So it looks like you decided
to work after all. Since finding the killer seems more important than your own
life, did you come up with anything new?”
She looked away from his anger
and grabbed for her notes. “I’m not sure. The voice I hear sometimes sounds
like a little boy, but it’s not the victim. I think the killer
“You’ve been through so much
and here I am doing experiments on you. I’m sorry. It’s so new to me. Forgive
me?”
She laughed and pulled away.
“No problem. Did you bring my laptop here?”
“Hollerman brought it. Don’t
you think you should rest more before you go back over it? You were out of it
for a long time. I don’t think my heart’s up to that again.”
“Yeah, I’m a little tired.
Where am I going to sleep tonight?”
Nick showed her to the guest
room and said goodnight. Whitney said she just wanted to read and go to sleep
early.
“That was too easy,” Nick
thought. He had a sick feeling the stubborn psychic would continue to put
herself in danger for the good of the case. He wondered if anyone in her life
valued her life more than her abilities.
Whitney felt bad for lying to
Nick, but she didn’t want him to have to hover over her all night. She could
see the stress draining his energy. He was really sweet to care so much. Not
what she’d imagined from this cop.
She started writing some of the
details she remembered from the crime scene. As the images flooded her mind,
she began to experience it all over again. The boy was quiet, but he still
understood he was in danger. He was probably drugged, because he couldn’t think
very clearly. He was crying and praying. The bad man tricked him. He thought he
was someone else. So confused and so tired.
Whitney drew back from the
memory, and on to the next one. The vibrations of the killer were stronger this
time. He was happy and excited. He was really getting good at this, and it was
going to all work out. He had a plan. Whitney felt his energy reaching a peak
as he jabbed the knife into the boy’s heart. No one could stop him now.
The room felt like it was spinning.
The feeling of being part of that moment was too much. It was like waking from
a dream, but your mind still thought it was real. She couldn’t get the feelings
of the killer to go away. The boy’s cries and the killer’s elation blurred into
an energy surge that seemed to possess its own sound. Whitney grabbed her head
and tried to make the sounds and images stop. Her breathing was labored as she
tried to scream Nick’s name. No sound came out as she fell back to the bed.
* * * *
Nick woke early and peeked in
on Whitney. She seemed to be in a deep sleep. Once he checked for her
breathing, he left her alone. He was busy writing notes and making phone calls
when he thought he heard her calling his name.
He ran into her room not
knowing what to expect. She didn’t seem to be able to sit up and her eyes were
barely open.
“Water please.” Her voice was
low and weak.
“What did you do? I knew it!”
He ran for the water and hurried back.
Berating himself for leaving
her alone, he vowed it wouldn’t happen again. But what could he do? He didn’t
have any authority to tell her how to behave. He didn’t even know what was
safe. He had worried about her all week and she’d been fine. Now she was in bad
shape but at least she was in his house where he could keep an eye on her. He
carried the water back to Whitney. She was sitting up now looking a little
guilty.
“You always get to see me at my
worst Nick. Sorry about that. I’ll take you out to a big breakfast to make it
up to you.”
“You’ve got the wrong person
for that bribe. You should try it on Teddy sometime.”
“Well, what can I do to make it
up to you?”
Nick looked at her and didn’t
like the thoughts that popped into his head. He could easily think of something
better than eating. He mentally slapped himself and glanced around at the
laptop near the bed.
“So it looks like you decided
to work after all. Since finding the killer seems more important than your own
life, did you come up with anything new?”
She looked away from his anger
and grabbed for her notes. “I’m not sure. The voice I hear sometimes sounds
like a little boy, but it’s not the victim. I think the killer
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