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million years.”
    “But you didn’t tell her about my visions, right?” I said.
    I was sure Kate wouldn’t have done that, but if she got angry enough she might have let it slip out.
    “Of course not,” she said. “Nobody knows. Well, except for Matt.”
    That didn’t bother me. He would be cool about it.
    “Good,” I said.
    Matt walked across the parking lot and was all smiles when he saw us. He climbed in the backseat.
    “Hey, guys,” he said.
    He gave Kate a kiss and patted my back.
    “Hey, Matt,” I said.
    We drove over to Rosa’s for tacos. Matt seemed really interested in the visions and the murders and we talked about them as we ate dinner.
    “Hey, I know some of the homeless who hang out in that area where that first guy bought it,” Matt said, digging into the salsa with a big tortilla chip. “You know, those teenagers who hang around the river near downtown selling drugs and stuff. Anyway, I could ask around, see if they have seen anybody suspicious lately.”
    “Great,” Kate said, taking a bite and not looking over at him.
    She rolled her eyes at me. I knew she was wondering at that exact moment why she was dating someone who had friends who were homeless drug dealers.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER 15
     
    Everything settled down in the weeks before Christmas, letting us slip back into our somewhat regular lives. The investigations were still open, but stagnant. I hadn’t had any more visions and there hadn’t been any more murders in town either.
    Jesse was up at the mountain every weekend and even during the week sometimes. He had landed a part-time job serving burgers and fries, which paid minimum wage plus a free lift ticket for the winter. He invited me along, but I didn’t see the point. I couldn’t board anymore and just sitting around at the lodge would make me think of the things I couldn’t do, the person I used to be.
    I took some jobs that included walking the neighbor’s dog in the afternoons and gift wrapping at Macy’s. I didn’t mind them so much. The dog was friendly and Macy’s gave me good discounts. I worked in the back of the store out of view and although I occasionally saw a familiar mom or a teacher, it wasn’t too often. It was also kind of nice to associate with other people who weren’t part of Bend High, even if the store was filled with grumpy old women employees complaining about their adult children.
    It amounted to just Christmas money, but I was able to buy Jesse some cool snowboarding goggles, a Kate Spade leather wallet for Kate, and an Italian silk tie for Dr. Mortimer.
    I hadn’t seen much of Dr. Mortimer lately, but he still kept in touch through emails and text messages. He always asked about my health and school. He also talked about the insane hours he worked at the hospital, sometimes not even having one day off all week. I figured that would help Kate in that he didn’t seem to have too much time to find a girlfriend.
    The local meteorologist predicted that we were heading for the coldest winter on record. Jesse loved it. Besides snowboarding up at the mountain, he could be found flying down inclines all over town, including the hills at local golf courses.
    Even though we hadn’t talked about my new feelings since that day at the house, I was sure I was still in love with him. And at least he knew it. I had decided to just let it sit for a while. I couldn’t take any more rejection, and at least we were back to being friends. That felt good and for now it was enough. But I was still hoping that he would be able to forgive me someday and that we could be together.
    Matt was still hanging around, especially at the six o’clock hour, but I was getting the feeling that Kate was growing a little tired of him. Most nights she didn’t get home until late and while I assumed she was probably working, I kind of had my own hunch about things. Kate was tight lipped, as always when it came to her personal life, but on Saturday especially I began to wonder

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