left.”
“Celia, don’t spy on my apartment.”
“I’m not.”
A chill went down his spine. She was right. The number on is caller I.D indicated she was home and he knew that was across town.
“Celia, stay out of this. And stay out of my life.”
He pressed the disconnect button with more fury than he should have felt for her.
***
Grace sat in her car trying to calm her runaway heart. The colors she’d seen when he touched her scared her. And the visions spoke volumes, spoke of a future with Zach. How could this be if she saved Dolores? She’d seen more than any corpse had let her see.
Her ringing phone interrupted her pity party.
Mark’s voice boomed out at her. “Hey, Gracie.”
“Mark. You seemed to know when I need to hear your voice.”
“A guy or a dead body?”
“I have other things in my life.”
He chuckled. “Which is it this time?”
She sighed. “A guy.” Which had only ever been once before this. And that hadn’t worked out either.
“Tell me more.”
“He’s the ex-husband of the corpse, er Dolores. My landlord.”
“The guy’s your landlord?”
She rubbed a hand over her face. “No Dolores is. The murder victim.”
“So, he’s an ex right?”
“It isn’t that simple.” She bit her lip not really wanting to tell Mark that this guy was different. That she felt things she hadn’t felt with any other human being. “He may be the father of Dolores’ baby. This is all wrong Mark.”
“What is?”
“These things that are happening didn’t happen before. Too many of them. I’m getting scared that I can’t prevent this.”
Her fear threatened to choke her. At the very least, her helplessness might immobilize her and then where would Dolores be?
“You’ll be fine, Grace. You always are.”
“What about the last time?”
“A fluke.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Well what else has changed? Nothing, right? You moved your location and that hasn’t affected things in the past. You worry too much.”
“You’d worry, too if you had dead people talking to you.”
“Why all of a sudden are you afraid?”
“Because it’s different this time.”
“What is? Give me specifics or I can’t help.”
Some part of her didn’t want to divulge that she had visions when she touched Zach. If she said it out loud to Mark, it might mean something. She didn’t want her new reaction to mean anything. She wanted to leave Mill Hall, but couldn’t because of Dolores. “I can’t. Never mind. Where are you again?”
“California. I’m doing a traveling play.”
“What play?”
He launched into a colorful description of his new job as Grace’s mind wandered. A rap on her window brought her out of her reverie. Dolores stood there in the light of a streetlamp a casserole in her hand. With her head cocked and face scrunched she had a question on her mind.
Grace begged off Mark’s conversation and then rolled down her window. “Dolores.”
“What are you doing here?”
Should she lie? She gulped. She hadn’t done anything wrong. “I had a question for Zach.”
“You couldn’t call him?”
“I didn’t think he’d answer me honestly.”
“Did he in person?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“What was the question?”
Who fathered your baby? “Nothing important.”
“Must have been for you to drive here.” Dolores said, her eyes narrowing.
“You’re right, but it doesn’t seem important now. I’ve got to go get some sleep.”
She rolled up the window cutting off anything else Dolores had to say.
***
Zach was surfing the net when someone knocked on his door. Maybe Grace had come back to finish what they’d started.
Instead Dolores stood on his doorstep, with food. She smiled the smile of seduction. She’d put on a skirt he was sure to show off her legs. He wouldn’t bite. He couldn’t go down that road again.
“Come in. That for me?”
She nodded and handed him the dish. Knowing a bribe when he saw one he cocked his head at her.
“Celia, don’t spy on my apartment.”
“I’m not.”
A chill went down his spine. She was right. The number on is caller I.D indicated she was home and he knew that was across town.
“Celia, stay out of this. And stay out of my life.”
He pressed the disconnect button with more fury than he should have felt for her.
***
Grace sat in her car trying to calm her runaway heart. The colors she’d seen when he touched her scared her. And the visions spoke volumes, spoke of a future with Zach. How could this be if she saved Dolores? She’d seen more than any corpse had let her see.
Her ringing phone interrupted her pity party.
Mark’s voice boomed out at her. “Hey, Gracie.”
“Mark. You seemed to know when I need to hear your voice.”
“A guy or a dead body?”
“I have other things in my life.”
He chuckled. “Which is it this time?”
She sighed. “A guy.” Which had only ever been once before this. And that hadn’t worked out either.
“Tell me more.”
“He’s the ex-husband of the corpse, er Dolores. My landlord.”
“The guy’s your landlord?”
She rubbed a hand over her face. “No Dolores is. The murder victim.”
“So, he’s an ex right?”
“It isn’t that simple.” She bit her lip not really wanting to tell Mark that this guy was different. That she felt things she hadn’t felt with any other human being. “He may be the father of Dolores’ baby. This is all wrong Mark.”
“What is?”
“These things that are happening didn’t happen before. Too many of them. I’m getting scared that I can’t prevent this.”
Her fear threatened to choke her. At the very least, her helplessness might immobilize her and then where would Dolores be?
“You’ll be fine, Grace. You always are.”
“What about the last time?”
“A fluke.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Well what else has changed? Nothing, right? You moved your location and that hasn’t affected things in the past. You worry too much.”
“You’d worry, too if you had dead people talking to you.”
“Why all of a sudden are you afraid?”
“Because it’s different this time.”
“What is? Give me specifics or I can’t help.”
Some part of her didn’t want to divulge that she had visions when she touched Zach. If she said it out loud to Mark, it might mean something. She didn’t want her new reaction to mean anything. She wanted to leave Mill Hall, but couldn’t because of Dolores. “I can’t. Never mind. Where are you again?”
“California. I’m doing a traveling play.”
“What play?”
He launched into a colorful description of his new job as Grace’s mind wandered. A rap on her window brought her out of her reverie. Dolores stood there in the light of a streetlamp a casserole in her hand. With her head cocked and face scrunched she had a question on her mind.
Grace begged off Mark’s conversation and then rolled down her window. “Dolores.”
“What are you doing here?”
Should she lie? She gulped. She hadn’t done anything wrong. “I had a question for Zach.”
“You couldn’t call him?”
“I didn’t think he’d answer me honestly.”
“Did he in person?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“What was the question?”
Who fathered your baby? “Nothing important.”
“Must have been for you to drive here.” Dolores said, her eyes narrowing.
“You’re right, but it doesn’t seem important now. I’ve got to go get some sleep.”
She rolled up the window cutting off anything else Dolores had to say.
***
Zach was surfing the net when someone knocked on his door. Maybe Grace had come back to finish what they’d started.
Instead Dolores stood on his doorstep, with food. She smiled the smile of seduction. She’d put on a skirt he was sure to show off her legs. He wouldn’t bite. He couldn’t go down that road again.
“Come in. That for me?”
She nodded and handed him the dish. Knowing a bribe when he saw one he cocked his head at her.
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