The Cursed by Heather Graham Page B

Atkinson were in their late twenties, possibly early thirties. Pete was already balding, but he was slim and fit—even if he was looking haggard right now. Judy was tiny, maybe a full five feet in height, and a little round. Her eyes were a red-rimmed bright blue, making Dallas think of the American flag. Yerby Catalano was pretty, about twenty-two, with dark eyes and long dark hair, while Mark Riordan was probably a year or two older, tall and broad and muscled, as if he played sports. All four were more than willing to talk, they just didn’t seem sure what to say.
    They sat huddled over triple lattes, as if that could drive away the memory of the previous night.
    “Shelly and Stuart are already packing up to head home, you know,” Yerby told them. She shook her head. “Shelly was so freaked out.”
    “I wanted to kill her this morning,” Pete said. He winced. “Bad choice of words. But...we thought that she and Stuart were just freaking out over something imaginary.”
    “Yeah, but I’ve never seen her so upset,” Judy offered. “And Stuart was just as freaked out.”
    Yerby laughed. “We were all thrown—you should have seen us stumbling around like idiots.”
    “Maybe you were stumbling,” Mark said.
    “Hey, you were no better,” Yerby said.
    “None of us was any better,” Judy said apologetically. “We were just...well, for Pete and me, this was our big weekend out. My folks have the kids. We have a four-year-old girl and a six-year-old boy, and we’re both teaching and getting our doctorates. We came down to go a little wild.”
    “Hannah was great, though—you know, Miss O’Brien, the owner,” Mark said. “She calmed them down, and who the hell else is going to give you your money back and send you to a nice hotel in the middle of the night just because you got scared?”
    Yerby lifted her sunglasses to stare at him. “Sounds like you’ve got a crush on her.”
    Dallas could understand that. There was something unique about Hannah. She could snap back with precision, but she was also careful and wary—older than her years.
    “Yerby!” Mark protested.
    She smiled. “Just kidding. I almost have a crush on her and I’m straight,” she said with a grin. “She was pretty cool. But we were wrong—all of us except for Stuart and Shelly. They did see something. A dying man.”
    “And I thank God we didn’t,” Judy breathed.
    “Yeah, that’s why I can’t figure out how we can help you,” Pete said.
    “Shelly and Stuart remember a group leaving Duval about when you did. Do you remember anything about them?”
    “I don’t remember anything about anything,” Yerby said.
    “I do!” Judy said, perking up. “Shelly was kind of unnerved all night. She took all those ghost stories to heart. Anyway, Shelly was walking with me, and she grabbed my arm. Said we should slow down and let that group get ahead of us. Just in case. They looked like trouble, you know? They were all wearing hoodies, so we couldn’t see their faces.” She hesitated for a moment. “It was almost like they were trying to look stoned or drunk when they really weren’t.”
    “Did you see them anywhere else earlier in the night?” Dallas asked.
    “We didn’t really go anywhere except for the tour and the Hard Rock,” Pete said.
    “I didn’t notice them until Shelly pointed them out,” Judy said.
    “Do you remember seeing anyone else that night who stood out?” Liam asked.
    They looked at each other, then shook their heads.
    “Okay,” Dallas said. “What do you remember after you were woken up? Did you hear anything from outside?”
    “Except for Shelly screaming? Because I don’t know if we could have heard anything from outside besides that,” Judy said.
    “Shelly screamed really loudly,” Yerby said, nodding.
    “And, by then, even Stuart was pretty hysterical,” Mark added.
    “Wait a minute,” Pete said, frowning. “I do remember hearing some kind of...thrashing. I went to the window in the