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keeping his hard, dark eyes focused on Sam. “Let me guess: You’re not about to share this hunch.”
Sam paused before a faint boyish grin lit up his striking face. He slowly shook his head.
Jesse threw his hands up in the air. “Let me see what I can do.”
“Last night, I had a hard time sleeping. At one point, I fell into a dream. Except I think it was a memory of something I did or was part of.” Marcie faced Sam.
Jesse wandered out of the kitchen and leaned against Sam’s cluttered desk.
“It was real, Sam. I swear, and this will sound crazy, but it was a cover-up of something. I was staying on this large rural property in a trailer. There were two guys I knew there, Richard and Dan.” Her eyes widened. “I don’t know where that came from. I don’t remember anything about them.”
“But you know their names?”
She shrugged and glanced at Sam and then Jesse with an irritated, helpless look. Sam moved back beside Jesse and leaned against the half wall, struck by Marcie’s natural beauty, which flowed all around her. The soft skin at the bridge of her pert little nose wrinkled while she concentrated. He blinked to get back on track.
“There were other trailers, campers on this vacant land. Dirt piles, cleared lots like a new housing development. The house burning was old and rundown. I don’t know why I know that.” Her eyes widened. “The weird part was this old wood shed behind a fifth wheel trailer. There was something about the padlocked door and closed-up windows. I can’t explain it, but it felt as if we were hiding something. I was afraid of being caught, as if it was my responsibility to keep everyone away. This last part is going to sound weird. A woman appears: blond, gorgeous, and very much dead. She laughed and mocked firing a gun with her hand, like kids do, except I heard the distinct chambering and shots of a real gun. It was pointed right at me. Then she wandered around the RV to the shed, and I panicked. No one was supposed to go back there.”
Marcie moved behind the sofa, dropped her head into her hands. Long strands of gorgeous damp wavy hair fell like a curtain over her face. Sam crossed his arms. His head screamed to distance himself. She was involved in something, all right, if this dream was real—if she was telling the truth. Except, why would she incriminate herself?
“Marcie, let’s back up. What were they trying to cover up?”
Marcie brushed her hair back with her fingers. “I don’t know. First, it was something about the old house. They needed to make sure everything burned. And I knew it, because I screamed at them to hurry. They kept going even when the fire guys tried to shut them down.”
“You’re talking about arson there, girl. Were you involved?”
Tears pooled and glistened in her vivid blue eyes. She pursed her trembling lips as if refusing to allow one tear to fall. “I don’t know. That’s what scares me. What if I did something wrong?” Her thickened voice cracked.
Weird didn’t begin to explain this story. On the surface, Sam realized that now would be the time to walk away. If he was smart, he would. But he wasn’t—smart, that is, with this whole convoluted mess, with Marcie. He was doing his best to bring logic to this tale, except her story reminded him of his strange and mysterious training grounds, Terrebonne Parish, where he had grown up and learned to trust his instincts, stifling his logical mind’s need to explain the unexplainable. So why stop now? Well, for one, her dream wasn’t reality, and reality was where he chose to live.
So why did he feel this need to protect her? Maybe it was her genuine honesty and fear and the fact that she needed him. When was the last time someone had really needed him? If he were candid with himself, he’d admit Elise never did. It had been the other way around.
Sam walked over to her and traced the soft contour of her plump cheek and the outline of her chin, all in a gentle caress
Sam paused before a faint boyish grin lit up his striking face. He slowly shook his head.
Jesse threw his hands up in the air. “Let me see what I can do.”
“Last night, I had a hard time sleeping. At one point, I fell into a dream. Except I think it was a memory of something I did or was part of.” Marcie faced Sam.
Jesse wandered out of the kitchen and leaned against Sam’s cluttered desk.
“It was real, Sam. I swear, and this will sound crazy, but it was a cover-up of something. I was staying on this large rural property in a trailer. There were two guys I knew there, Richard and Dan.” Her eyes widened. “I don’t know where that came from. I don’t remember anything about them.”
“But you know their names?”
She shrugged and glanced at Sam and then Jesse with an irritated, helpless look. Sam moved back beside Jesse and leaned against the half wall, struck by Marcie’s natural beauty, which flowed all around her. The soft skin at the bridge of her pert little nose wrinkled while she concentrated. He blinked to get back on track.
“There were other trailers, campers on this vacant land. Dirt piles, cleared lots like a new housing development. The house burning was old and rundown. I don’t know why I know that.” Her eyes widened. “The weird part was this old wood shed behind a fifth wheel trailer. There was something about the padlocked door and closed-up windows. I can’t explain it, but it felt as if we were hiding something. I was afraid of being caught, as if it was my responsibility to keep everyone away. This last part is going to sound weird. A woman appears: blond, gorgeous, and very much dead. She laughed and mocked firing a gun with her hand, like kids do, except I heard the distinct chambering and shots of a real gun. It was pointed right at me. Then she wandered around the RV to the shed, and I panicked. No one was supposed to go back there.”
Marcie moved behind the sofa, dropped her head into her hands. Long strands of gorgeous damp wavy hair fell like a curtain over her face. Sam crossed his arms. His head screamed to distance himself. She was involved in something, all right, if this dream was real—if she was telling the truth. Except, why would she incriminate herself?
“Marcie, let’s back up. What were they trying to cover up?”
Marcie brushed her hair back with her fingers. “I don’t know. First, it was something about the old house. They needed to make sure everything burned. And I knew it, because I screamed at them to hurry. They kept going even when the fire guys tried to shut them down.”
“You’re talking about arson there, girl. Were you involved?”
Tears pooled and glistened in her vivid blue eyes. She pursed her trembling lips as if refusing to allow one tear to fall. “I don’t know. That’s what scares me. What if I did something wrong?” Her thickened voice cracked.
Weird didn’t begin to explain this story. On the surface, Sam realized that now would be the time to walk away. If he was smart, he would. But he wasn’t—smart, that is, with this whole convoluted mess, with Marcie. He was doing his best to bring logic to this tale, except her story reminded him of his strange and mysterious training grounds, Terrebonne Parish, where he had grown up and learned to trust his instincts, stifling his logical mind’s need to explain the unexplainable. So why stop now? Well, for one, her dream wasn’t reality, and reality was where he chose to live.
So why did he feel this need to protect her? Maybe it was her genuine honesty and fear and the fact that she needed him. When was the last time someone had really needed him? If he were candid with himself, he’d admit Elise never did. It had been the other way around.
Sam walked over to her and traced the soft contour of her plump cheek and the outline of her chin, all in a gentle caress
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