Genny lay on the kitchen floor, the telephone gripped in her hand. It had taken every ounce of her strength, as well as assistance from Drudwyn, to make her way from the backyard and into the house. This latest vision had been more powerful than any she’d ever experienced, and the trauma of recognizing the killer’s third victim had taken a severe toll on her, emotionally and physically.
She had placed a call to Jacob’s apartment first and left a message on his answering machine, then she’d dialed the sheriff’s office and was told by Tewanda that Jacob was out on a call.
“Tell him…tell him Misty is the next victim. I saw her.”
“Lord have mercy,” Tewanda had said. “I knew it. Misty’s car has been found and—I’ll radio Jacob right now and tell him you saw Misty.”
“Tell him to come…” The telephone, too heavy for her to hold another minute, dropped from her grasp.
“Genny…Genny. Genny!”
Slightly addled and weak as a newborn kitten, she regained consciousness several minutes later. She managed to call Jazzy. She needed help. Now. But there was no answer.
Oh, God, what am I going to do?
Having used all her strength to make the phone call, Genny slumped to the floor. Holding on to the telephone, she stared at the touch-tone numbers. She wiggled her fingers, then tried her best to punch just one number. The moment she hit the first digit, she felt the black shadows swirling inside her head.
A robed figure carried Misty into a dark cavernous space and laid her on the ground. Genny felt Misty’s fear. She also sensed the killer’s excitement. A dim light came on, a flashlight to banish the darkness and illuminate the interior of an old barn.
The vision ended as quickly as it had begun, leaving Genny all but paralyzed there on her kitchen floor. She could barely move, so there was no way she could dial the phone again. Not for a while.
She closed her eyes and lay quietly, reserving what little strength she had to send a telepathic message.
Dallas. Dallas, I need you. Please, open up your heart and hear me. Come to me. Come to me now.
Chapter 14
Dallas left his rental car parked on the asphalt strip in front of the cabin, got out and headed for the front door. On the drive from Genny’s house, he had tried to put her out of his mind. He was not going to become involved with a woman who claimed she possessed psychic abilities. During the remainder of his stay here in Cherokee Pointe, he planned to avoid Genny Madoc. That was the only sensible course of action. Being anywhere near her was far too tempting.
He unlocked the car door and just as he started to get out, an odd sensation made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Tensing, he waited a couple of seconds, then glanced in every direction, searching for any sign of another person or an animal that might have set off his inner radar. Nothing. Only a wintry breeze skimming over the treetops.
Once he opened his coat and jacket to make the gun in his hip holster easily accessible, he got out of the car. As he made his way to the front door, he kept a lookout for anything unusual. After unlocking the front door, he walked into the combination living room/kitchen of the one-bedroom, one-bath cabin that was within walking distance of downtown. No sooner had he closed and locked the door when another jolt of uneasiness pounded him.
What the hell is going on?
He always listened to his gut instincts because they seldom steered him wrong. And he often followed hunches that were actually educated guesses born from years of experience. But these vibes had nothing to do with gut instincts or hunches.
All of a sudden Dallas knew something was wrong with Genny. He didn’t know how he knew—he just knew.
Get real, he told himself. How could you possibly know something like that?
A cold chill settled over Dallas when he heard Genny’s voice inside his mind. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the words that kept repeating themselves over and over again. I need you. Come to me.
“You’re losing your freaking mind,” Dallas said aloud.
What he needed was a stiff drink and then a good night’s sleep. He removed his overcoat and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Doing his best to disregard the sound of Genny’s weak, whispered plea, he went into the bathroom, relieved himself, and washed his hands. Inadvertently he caught a glimpse of someone in the mirror over the sink. Snapping around, he looked behind him but saw no one. Then he looked back into the mirror and saw only his own reflection.
His heartbeat rumbled. He was losing his mind. For a split second he’d thought he saw Genny’s face in the mirror.
Dallas went into the bedroom, sat on the side of the bed, and removed his boots. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the notion that something was wrong with Genny. She was in trouble and needed him.
Hell, just call her and check on her. If you don’t, you won’t get any sleep tonight.
He picked up the extension phone on the night-stand, then realized he didn’t know Genny’s number. Surely there was a phone book around here somewhere. He opened the nightstand drawer and found the only contents were a Bible and a phone book. He flipped through the pages and quickly zeroed in on the name Genevieve Madoc. After memorizing the number, he tossed the phone book aside and punched the correct digits.
For his effort he was rewarded with a singsong busy signal. Damn! Who was she talking to at this time of night?
Maybe she wasn’t talking to anyone. Maybe the phone was off the hook. What if the killer had broken into Genny’s house and when she tried to call for help, he’d knocked the telephone from her hand? Or what if she’d had another one of those nightmares that left her totally drained? If that was the case, then she might have tried to call for help and didn’t have the strength to complete the call.
Dallas stuffed his feet into his boots, tromped into the living room, grabbed his coat, and headed out the door. On his way to his car, he managed to put on his coat and fish his keys out of his pants pocket.
Against his better judgment, against good common sense, he was going to drive back up the mountain tonight to make sure Genny was all right.
He gave her another injection, just a half dose this time, enough to keep her compliant until dawn. Moving her to the location he’d chosen for the sacrifice would be much easier with her unconscious. Besides, he didn’t need her cooperation in order to derive pleasure from using her.
He had already placed the flashlights, his robe, and the sword in the trunk of his car, so all that was left to be done was transport Misty from the basement to the backseat.
When he lifted her and carried her across the room to where the unzipped body bag lay on the floor, he noticed her eyelashes flutter and knew she was semiconscious. Perhaps she was vaguely aware of what he was doing to her; perhaps not. All that mattered was that she be awake and alert at the moment of sacrifice.
He stuffed Misty into the bag and zipped it up, leaving only her face uncovered.
“Soon, my little lamb.”
In only a few hours she would become the third sacrifice, her blood strengthening him and adding to his power. Before the supreme moment of glory arrived, he had to energize himself to his fullest potential. Only by being at his optimum best could he hope to transfer the fifth victim’s power into himself.
The lights were on in Genny’s kitchen. Dallas wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign. After parking the car in the driveway, he bounded out the door and hit the ground running, toward the back of the house. The sight of the animals stopped him cold. Hovering near the back porch were two wolves. They stared at him as if they were deciding whether he was friend or foe. A barn owl flew over his head and perched on the porch roof.
From inside the house, Drudwyn howled. For a split second Dallas’s heartbeat stilled.
Disregarding the wolves, Dallas raced onto the porch and through the partially open kitchen door. All he could think about was getting to Genny. If anything had happened to her…
She lay on the floor, curled in a fetal ball
. Resting only inches from her, the telephone whined an off-the-hook warning. Dallas rushed to her, dropped to his knees, and lifted her in his arms. Drudwyn rose from where he lay beside Genny and moved out of the way. He watched and waited.
Genny opened her eyes and looked up at Dallas. “You heard me. You listened to your heart.”
“Genny, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“Another vision,” she told him. “Must call Jacob. Now.” Her fingers twitched.
“Damn!” Dallas carried her through the house to her bedroom. All the while she kept telling him to call Jacob. Once he settled her on the bed, he sat down beside her, yanked his digital phone from its holder on his belt, and punched in the number for the Sheriff’s Department.
Deputy Hardy answered. Dallas quickly informed her who he was and that there was an emergency with Butler’s cousin Genny.
“He’s already on his way there now,” Tewanda Hardy said. “How’s Genny doing? I know how badly those visions drain her.”
“Genny will be all right.”
“You take good care of her, you hear.”
“I intend to do just that.”
Dallas replaced the receiver, then turned to Genny. He smoothed the flyaway strands of her jet black hair from her face and caressed her cheek.
“Is Jacob coming?” she asked.
“He’s on his way.” Dallas cupped Genny’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “How did Jacob know you needed him?”
“I’d called earlier and he wasn’t there. I told…” Genny took several deep breaths. “I told Tewanda that I knew Misty Harte was the next victim.” She lifted her hand as if it weighed a hundred pounds, then grasped the lapel of Dallas’s overcoat. “If we can find her, we can save her.”
Dallas put his hands on Genny’s shoulders. “You lie here and rest. Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? Coffee? Something to eat.”
A fragile smile formed on her lips. “I don’t need anything…except you.”
Her comment affected him in a way he didn’t like. Hell, his actions tonight were totally out of character for him. Somehow he’d gotten swept up in all this craziness about Genny’s visions. He wanted to help her, but in doing so, he didn’t dare release his hold on reality. He had to continue thinking logically.
But for the time being, he simply sat beside Genny as she closed her eyes and rested. In what seemed like only minutes, he heard the roar of Jacob’s truck. Then two sets of booted feet tapped through the house.
“Genny!” Jacob called. “Sloan, where are y’all?”
“Back here,” Dallas replied. “In Genny’s bedroom.”
With Bobby Joe Harte on his heels, Jacob burst into the room. “Is she all right?”
“I’m fine,” Genny said. “Just weak, as usual. But this time…oh, Jacob, I saw her. It was Misty. He has Misty.”
Bobby Joe gripped the edge of the footboard of Genny’s bed. “You saw Misty in one of your visions? You saw that the killer has her?”
Genny nodded. “If we can find her before dawn, we can save her.”
“But how can we find her if we have no idea where he’s taken her?” Bobby Joe asked.
Sitting on the opposite side of the bed from Dallas, Jacob reached out and took Genny’s hand. “Is there more you can tell us? Anything that might give us a clue as to where she is?”
Dallas listened and watched in amazement. Was it possible that Genny really did possess psychic abilities? It seemed that everyone who knew her believed she did.
Genny clung to Jacob’s hand. “He has taken her from the place he’s been keeping her to an old barn. I couldn’t make out much, except the barn is probably very, very old and terribly dilapidated.”
“And probably abandoned,” Jacob said.
“Do you know how many ramshackle old barns there are still standing in Cherokee County?” Bobby Joe asked. “There’s got to be at least a dozen. Maybe more. And they’re spread out all over the county.”
“You’re right,” Jacob said. “It could take us half a day to make the rounds just to the barns we know about.”
“You need to form a search party,” Dallas suggested.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jacob turned to Bobby Joe. “You think you can handle this, what with Misty being—”
“Just tell me what you want me to do.”
“Have Tewanda call in all the deputies,” Jacob said. “And have her phone Chief Watson and ask him to bring in all his people. Then tell her we need the Highway Patrol involved.”
“I’ll take care of it right now.” Bobby Joe headed out of the bedroom, but halted in the doorway. “What are you fixing to do, Sheriff?”
Jacob squeezed Genny’s hand. “Do you think you’ve got the strength to come with me?”
She nodded. “If you’ll carry me to your truck.”
“What the hell’s going on here?” Dallas asked.
“She shouldn’t be going anywhere. Look at her. Dammit, she needs a doctor.”
“I don’t need a doctor. I’ll be all right in a few hours, but we can’t wait that long before we start looking for Misty,” Genny explained. “If I go with Jacob, I might be able to help him.”
“How can you help him?” Dallas asked, but, God damn it, he knew her answer before she replied.
“With my gift of sight,” she told him quite matter-of-factly.
“You aren’t strong enough to—”
Genny cut Dallas off midsentence. “If you’re concerned about me, then come with us.” She turned her hand palm up and lifted it slowly toward him in a beseeching manner. “I need you. I can draw from your strength.”
Allowing himself a moment of sanity, Dallas inhaled and exhaled deeply. He had to make an immediate decision. Looking at Jacob, he said, “We’ll ride with you.” He reached down and lifted Genny up in his arms.
She laid her head on his chest so trustingly, then whispered, “Thank you.”
As they made their way through the house, Jacob gave Bobby Joe last-minute instructions. “Contact Tewanda on your way back into town; she can get the ball rolling. Once she’s gotten in touch with everyone, I want you to help her coordinate the search party. I’ll let you know where we are and where the searchers should start.”
“Want me to pick up Sally, or will you do that?” Bobby Joe asked.
“I’ll stop by her place and get her and her hounds,” Jacob replied.
Bobby Joe hurried outside, just ahead of the others, then jumped into the patrol car and immediately made radio contact with Tewanda.
On the way out the back door, Dallas snatched Genny’s black coat off the rack and tossed it over her. Within a couple of minutes, Jacob was behind the wheel of the big, brawny Dodge Ram, and Dallas held Genny in his arms on the passenger side.
Jacob leaned over, placed his hand on Genny’s shoulder, and said, “Okay, i gi do, where do we begin?”
Genny closed her eyes. No one spoke. No one moved. The only sounds were three people breathing. And then somewhere off in the distance a wolf howled. Genny’s eyelids flew open.
“He’s moving her right now,” Genny said as she lifted her head from Dallas’s chest. “I see a long stretch of winding road. He’s bringing her up the mountain.” Genny sighed softly, then wilted against Dallas, seemingly exhausted.
Jacob rolled down his window and called out to Bobby Joe, “We need some roadblocks set up immediately. All the roads leading up the mountain.” He rolled up the window and turned to Genny. “Anything else?”
“Dammit, can’t you see she’s totally worn out.” Dallas glared at Jacob. “She can’t take any more of this. Whatever goes on with her when she’s doing whatever it is she does, it’s sapping every ounce of her energy.”
“East,” Genny whispered. “Go east.” Ignoring Dallas’s protective outburst, Jacob backed up, turned the truck around, and headed down the driveway directly behind Bobby Joe. The deputy went southwest, toward town. Jacob went in the opposite direction.
After a few min
utes, Jacob cleared his throat. “We’ll stop by Sally’s. If we get anywhere close to Misty, those hounds of Sally’s will pick up her scent.”
“You’ll need something that—” Dallas said.
“Got one of her blouses in a sack back there.” Jacob nodded toward the backseat. “Bobby Joe picked it up at her house while he was there this evening. That boy’s always thinking ahead.”
Genny’s small, delicate body lay cocooned in Dallas’s arms. She was a delicious weight against him. Her heat seeped through their clothing to warm him. Hadn’t it been less than an hour ago that he had promised himself he’d steer clear of this woman?
But he could no more stay away from her than he could stop breathing. And for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why she had such a hold over him. Maybe it was because he was beginning to buy into her psychic hoodoo. If Genny was right, if her predictions were accurate, they might catch a killer tonight. Possibly Brooke’s killer.
But for the first time in eight months—since Brooke’s death—something else had suddenly become as important to him as finding the man who had killed his niece. Protecting Genny. If he had to choose between Genny’s safety and apprehending Brooke’s murderer, what would he do? A few days ago there would have been no choice to make. But that was before Genevieve Madoc cast her spell on him.
Chapter 15
He parked on the dirt road and turned off his headlights. There was little chance that anyone would come along this time of the morning and spot his vehicle, but it paid not to take chances. The barn was a good fifty feet from the overgrown lane. One day while driving around the area last autumn, he’d found this place and mentally marked it down for future reference. An abandoned building out in the middle of nowhere. A perfect place for the ceremony.
It would help if there was more moonlight, but he would make do with the flashlights. At dawn he would open the barn doors to let in the morning sunshine. Anticipation zinged through his veins, giving him an adrenaline rush. Victim three. He was getting closer and closer. The very thought of what was to come exhilarated him. He popped the trunk, checked on Misty to make sure she was still unconscious, then lifted his black hooded robe and slipped it on. He took out the wooden box containing the sword, stuck it under his arm, and picked up the large flashlight he’d need to make his way to the barn.
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