by Kay Hooper
It was Bishop who said, “You don’t know which side they’re in.”
“No. I’m sorry.” She felt as if she’d been apologizing to this man since she’d met him. Hell, she had been.
Hollis was scowling. To Bishop, she said, “Great. That’s just great. You’re psychically blind, the storm has all my senses scrambled, and we’re in a huge burning building without a freakin’ map.”
“Which is why Dani is here.” Those pale sentry eyes were fixed on her face.
Dani felt wholly inadequate. “I—I don’t—All I know is that he’s down there somewhere.”
“And Miranda?”
The name caused her a queer little shock, and for no more than a heartbeat, Dani had the dizzy sense of something out of place, out of sync somehow. But she had an answer for him. Of sorts. “She isn’t—dead. Yet. She’s bait, you know that. She was always bait, to lure you.”
“And you,” Bishop said.
Dani didn’t want to think about that. Couldn’t, for some reason she was unable to explain, think about that. “We have to go, now. He won’t wait, not this time.” And he’s not the only one.
The conversation had taken only brief minutes, but even so the smoke was thicker, the crackling roar of the fire louder, and the heat growing ever more intense.
Bitterly, Hollis said, “We’re on his timetable, just like before, like always, carried along without the chance to stop and think.”
Bishop turned and started toward the rear of the building and the south corner. “I’ll go down on this side. You two head for the east corner.”
Dani wondered if instinct was guiding him as well, but all she said, to Hollis, was, “He wouldn’t take the chance if he had it, would he? To stop and think, I mean.”
“If it meant a minute lost in getting to Miranda? No way in hell. That alone would be enough, but on top of that he blames himself for this mess.”
“He couldn’t have known—”
“Yes. He could have. Maybe he even did. That’s why he believes it’s his fault. Come on, let’s go.”
Dani followed, but had to ask. “Do you believe it’s his fault?”
Hollis paused for only an instant, looking back over her shoulder, and there was something hard and bright in her eyes. “Yes. I do. He played God one time too many. And we’re paying the price for his arrogance.”
Again, Dani followed the other woman, her throat tighter despite the fact that, as they reached the rear half of the building, the smoke wasn’t nearly as thick. They very quickly discovered, in the back of what might once have been a small office, a door that opened smoothly and silently to reveal a stairwell.
The stairwell was already lighted.
“Bingo,” Hollis breathed.
A part of Dani wanted to suggest that they wait, at least long enough for Bishop to check out the other side of the building, but every instinct, as well as the waves of heat at her back, told her there simply wasn’t time to wait.
Hollis shifted her weapon to a steady two-handed grip, and sent Dani a quick look. “Ready?”
Dani didn’t spare the energy to wonder how anyone on earth could ever be ready for this. Instead, she concentrated on the only weapon she had, the one inside her aching head, and nodded.
Hollis had only taken one step when a thunderous crash sounded behind them and a new wave of almost intolerable heat threatened to shove them bodily into the stairwell.
The roof was falling in.
They exchanged glances and then, without emotion, Hollis said, “Close the door behind us.”
Dani gathered all the courage she could find, and if her response wasn’t as emotionless as the other woman’s, at least it was steady.
“Right,” she said, and closed the door behind them as they began their descent into hell.
One
You had that dream again last night, didn’t you?”
Dani kept her gaze fixed on her coffee cup until the silence dragged on a minute longer than it should have, then looked at her sister’s face. “Yeah. I had that dream.”
Paris sat down on the other side of the table, her own cup cradled in both hands. “Same as before?”
“Pretty much.”
“Then not the same as before. What was different?”
It was an answer Dani didn’t want to offer, but she knew her sister too well to fight the inevitable. “It was placed in time. Two-forty-seven in the afternoon, October twenty-eighth.”
Paris turned her head to study the wall calendar stuck with South Park character magnets to her refrigerator. “The twenty-eighth, huh? This year?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s three weeks from today.”
“I noticed that.”
“Same people?”
Dani nodded. “Same people. Same conversations. Same burning warehouse. Same feeling of doom.”
“Except for the time being fixed, it was exactly the same?”
“It’s never exactly the same. A word changed here or there, a gesture different. I think the gun Hollis carried wasn’t the same one as before. And Bishop was wearing a black leather jacket this time.”
“But they’re always the same. Those two people are always a part of the dream.”
“Always.”
“People you don’t know.”
“People I don’t know—yet.” Dani frowned down at her coffee for a moment, then shook her head and met her sister’s steady gaze again. “In the dream, I feel I know them awfully well. I understand them in a way that’s difficult to explain.”
“Maybe because they’re psychic too.”
Dani hunched her shoulders. “Maybe.”
“And it ended—?”
“Just like it always ends. That doesn’t change. I shut the door behind us and we go down the stairs. I know the roof has started collapsing. I know we won’t be able to get out the same way we go in. I know something terrible and evil is waiting for us in that basement.”
“But you go down there anyway.”
“I don’t seem to have a choice.”
“Or maybe it’s a choice you made before you ever set foot in that building,” Paris said. “Maybe it’s a choice you’re making now. The date. How did you see it?”
“Watch.”
“On you? You don’t wear a watch. You can’t.”
Still reluctant, Dani said, “And it wasn’t the sort of watch I’d wear even if I could wear one.”
“What sort of watch was it?”
“It was…military-looking. Big, black, digital. Lots of buttons, more than one display. Looked like it could give me the time in Beijing and the latitude and longitude as well. Hell, maybe it could translate Sanskrit into English, for all I know.”
“What do you think that means?”
Dani sighed. “One year of psychology under your belt, so naturally everything has to mean something, I guess.”
“When it comes to your dreams, yes, everything means something. We both know that. Come on, Dani. How many times now have you dreamed this same dream?”
“A few.”
“A half-dozen times that I know of—and I’m betting you didn’t tell me about it right away.”
“So?”
“Dani.”
“Look, it doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had the dream. It doesn’t matter because it isn’t a premonition.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Dani got up and carried her coffee cup to the sink. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t your dream.”
Paris turned in her chair but remained where she was. “Dani, is that why you came down here, to Venture? Not to keep me company while I go through a messy divorce, but because of that dream?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The hell you don’t.”
“Paris—”
“I want the truth. Don’t make me get it for myself.”
Dani turned around, leaning back against the counter as she once again faced the rueful knowledge
that she would never be able to keep the truth from her sister, not for long.
Paris wore her burnished copper hair in a shorter style these days—she called it her divorce rebirth—and she was a bit too thin, but otherwise looking at her was like looking into a mirror. Dani had long since grown accustomed to that, and in fact viewed it as an advantage; watching the play of emotions across Paris’s expressive face had taught her to hide her own.
At least from everyone except Paris.
“We promised,” her sister reminded her. “To leave each other our personal lives, our own thoughts and feelings. And we’ve gotten very good at keeping that door closed. But I remember how to open it, Dani. We both do.”
Dani nodded slowly. “Okay. The dream started a few months ago, back in the summer. When the senator’s daughter was murdered by that serial killer in Boston.”
“The one they haven’t caught yet?”
“Yeah.”
Paris was frowning. “I’m missing the connection.”
“I didn’t think there was one. Which is why I didn’t think it was a premonition.”
Without pouncing on that admission, her sister said, “Until something changed. What?”
“I saw a news report. The federal agent in charge of the investigation in Boston is the man in my dream. Bishop.”
“I still don’t see—”
“His wife is Miranda Bishop. Remember her?”
Paris sat up straighter. “It was—What? Nearly a year and a half ago? She’s the one who told us about Haven.”
“Yeah. She met with us in Atlanta. You and Danny were one argument away from splitting up, and I was between jobs and at loose ends. Neither one of us was interested in becoming a fed, even with the Special Crimes Unit. But working for Haven…that sounded interesting.”
Absently, Paris said, “That was the last straw for Danny, you know. When I wanted to use my abilities, when I got a job that actually required them. I saw how creeped-out he was. How could I stay with someone who felt that way about any part of me?”
“Yeah, I know. Been there. Most of the guys I’ve met couldn’t get past the fact that I was an identical twin; having dreams that literally came true hasn’t exactly been seen as a fun bonus.”
“We are unique.”
“Well, sometimes I think being ordinary might have been easier.”
“Maybe. Less fun, though.” Paris shook her head. “Getting back to your dream—are you saying it has something to do with that serial killer?”
“I think so.”
“Why?”
“A feeling.”
Paris watched her steadily. “What else?”
Dani didn’t want to answer, but finally did. “Whatever was down in that basement was—is—evil. A kind of evil I’ve never felt before. And one thing that has been the same in every single version of my dream is the fact that it has Miranda.”
“She’s a hostage?”
“She’s bait.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
KAY HOOPER is the award-winning author of Hunting Fear, Chill of Fear, Touching Evil, Whisper of Evil, Sense of Evil, Once a Thief, Always a Thief, the Shadows trilogy, and other novels. She lives in North Carolina, where she is at work on her next book.
BANTAM BOOKS BY KAY HOOPER
The Bishop Trilogies
Stealing Shadows
Hiding in the Shadows
Out of the Shadows
Touching Evil
Whisper of Evil
Sense of Evil
Hunting Fear
Chill of Fear
Sleeping with Fear
The Quinn Novels
Once a Thief
Always a Thief
Romantic Suspense
Amanda
After Caroline
Finding Laura
Hunting Rachel
Classic Fantasy and Romance
On Wings of Magic
The Wizard of Seattle
My Guardian Angel (anthology)
Yours to Keep (anthology)
C. J.’s FATE
A Bantam Book
PUBLISHING HISTORY
Bantam Loveswept mass market edition published February 1984
Bantam mass market reissue / September 2007
Published by Bantam Dell
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New York, New York
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 1984 by Kay Hooper
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