needing to see the man’s face. But as she grabbed the handle, the door fell forward, knocking her to the floor. She hit hard, expecting to bounce on the hard wood, but found herself sinking through the floor instead. She screamed and clawed at the surface, trying to stay in the church, but felt her body falling farther and farther down until the darkness closed in around her, and she lost herself in the abyss.
* * * *
“Oh, God.” Fallon grabbed her head, wondering what the hell she’d done. Light streamed through the window, bathing the room with a cheerful yellow glow. She was lying on the couch, naked, the TV playing quietly in the background. Her phone was tossed on the floor beside the shattered pieces of her favourite mug, and the toys she’d played with last night were still resting on the table, the scent of her sex still lingering in the air. She sighed, feeling the blood pound through her veins. “Maybe Jane’s right. I need a vacation.”
She swung her feet to the floor, ignoring the throbbing that pulsed across her temples, and gathered her things off the table and floor. A flash across the screen caught her attention. She moved to the TV and turned up the volume.
“The young woman’s identity has not yet been released by police officials, but they have confirmed this is another victim in the series of killings which began over two months ago, just south of Olympia. A passer-by saw a suspicious vehicle leaving the area and called police late last night. Nothing has been said about the murder other than it’s under investigation…”
Fallon stared at the TV, her body frozen, as she listened to the reporter repeat the broadcast. It was the church she’d seen in her dream…her dream.
“No.” She backed away from the screen, shaking her head. It couldn’t be happening again. Not now. The visions only came when she was connected to the people involved. Her sister. Gil. But she didn’t know the women the bastard killed. How could she be connected?
Maybe your powers are getting stronger? Evolving?
“I don’t have powers!” she scoffed, heading towards her bedroom. “It’s nothing but a bloody curse. I can’t control them and they sure as hell don’t come soon enough to help, so how is that a power?” She stalked into the room and stared at her reflection. Her eyes were red and she could see the dark rings that rimmed her cheeks. “Damn.” She’d been passed out for hours, and yet it looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
Fallon sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. There was no denying the signs. The visions were back. And she had a bad feeling they wouldn’t stop until the city’s newest serial killer was caught.
Chapter Five
“I’m really sorry, Fallon. I’m sure it won’t be too much longer.”
Fallon looked up at Detective Trevor Watts. He was a large man with dark skin and gentle eyes. She’d known him since she’d first started working at the station, and had been more than relieved to find him still heading the homicide unit. He’d listened patiently as she’d mumbled out the story she’d rehearsed in the car, nodding his head and writing down notes. Then he’d offered her a drink and told her to wait on the small couch while he notified the men in charge of the investigation. Now he stood in the doorway, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he kicked his toe against the floor. She forced a smile, knowing he was more than aware she was anything, but happy. “That’s okay. I’ve only been waiting about four hours. That’s barely enough time for them to finish their coffee and doughnuts.”
Trevor chuckled, but Fallon noticed the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He was anxious. “Why don’t you rest for a while? You look like you could use it. Jane told me how much overtime you’ve been working. You really should try to take more time for yourself.”
Fallon shrugged her shoulders and settled back against the cushions. So he’d
* * * *
“Oh, God.” Fallon grabbed her head, wondering what the hell she’d done. Light streamed through the window, bathing the room with a cheerful yellow glow. She was lying on the couch, naked, the TV playing quietly in the background. Her phone was tossed on the floor beside the shattered pieces of her favourite mug, and the toys she’d played with last night were still resting on the table, the scent of her sex still lingering in the air. She sighed, feeling the blood pound through her veins. “Maybe Jane’s right. I need a vacation.”
She swung her feet to the floor, ignoring the throbbing that pulsed across her temples, and gathered her things off the table and floor. A flash across the screen caught her attention. She moved to the TV and turned up the volume.
“The young woman’s identity has not yet been released by police officials, but they have confirmed this is another victim in the series of killings which began over two months ago, just south of Olympia. A passer-by saw a suspicious vehicle leaving the area and called police late last night. Nothing has been said about the murder other than it’s under investigation…”
Fallon stared at the TV, her body frozen, as she listened to the reporter repeat the broadcast. It was the church she’d seen in her dream…her dream.
“No.” She backed away from the screen, shaking her head. It couldn’t be happening again. Not now. The visions only came when she was connected to the people involved. Her sister. Gil. But she didn’t know the women the bastard killed. How could she be connected?
Maybe your powers are getting stronger? Evolving?
“I don’t have powers!” she scoffed, heading towards her bedroom. “It’s nothing but a bloody curse. I can’t control them and they sure as hell don’t come soon enough to help, so how is that a power?” She stalked into the room and stared at her reflection. Her eyes were red and she could see the dark rings that rimmed her cheeks. “Damn.” She’d been passed out for hours, and yet it looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
Fallon sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. There was no denying the signs. The visions were back. And she had a bad feeling they wouldn’t stop until the city’s newest serial killer was caught.
Chapter Five
“I’m really sorry, Fallon. I’m sure it won’t be too much longer.”
Fallon looked up at Detective Trevor Watts. He was a large man with dark skin and gentle eyes. She’d known him since she’d first started working at the station, and had been more than relieved to find him still heading the homicide unit. He’d listened patiently as she’d mumbled out the story she’d rehearsed in the car, nodding his head and writing down notes. Then he’d offered her a drink and told her to wait on the small couch while he notified the men in charge of the investigation. Now he stood in the doorway, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he kicked his toe against the floor. She forced a smile, knowing he was more than aware she was anything, but happy. “That’s okay. I’ve only been waiting about four hours. That’s barely enough time for them to finish their coffee and doughnuts.”
Trevor chuckled, but Fallon noticed the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He was anxious. “Why don’t you rest for a while? You look like you could use it. Jane told me how much overtime you’ve been working. You really should try to take more time for yourself.”
Fallon shrugged her shoulders and settled back against the cushions. So he’d
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