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“L-love y-you, s-son...” His eyes fell closed. His breath came out in a soft rush.
“Lee? Lee!”
“His heart’s stopped!” Jude’s snarl. He stepped back and yelled, “Get your asses over here, now! He needs help!”
“Lee?” Her whisper.
Then Jude’s arms were around her and he hauled her back. A woman in a blue EMT uniform pushed by her, followed immediately by two men.
But Lee still wasn’t moving.
Wasn’t breathing.
Too late.
Again.
Story of her life.
And Lee’s death.
* * *
Erin watched the swirl of red lights fade away. The EMTs had gotten Lee’s heart started again, but they’d been grim about his chances for survival.
“How the hell did you two even know he was down there?” Antonio’s fierce voice. He’d arrived on the scene less than ten minutes ago.
Erin shook her head. The ambulance had vanished around a curve. “We...saw the car when we were passing through.” She’d called 911 on her cell phone. Antonio wouldn’t be able to prove her story wasn’t legit. Provided, of course, that Jude backed her up.
Antonio grunted. “Uh-huh. What, the two of you decided to go for an early morning drive on this shit-forsaken road?”
“Something like that,” Jude murmured.
Thank you.He wasn’t going to tell Antonio about her dream. Good. The fewer people who knew, the better.
When am I gonna die, Erin? You know, right? You can see everything.
When am I gonna die?She’d been a freak show when she lived with her mother’s people.
The voices from her past needed to learn how to shut the hell up sometimes.
“Um...” Antonio scratched his chin. “These damn winding roads. Recipe for fucking disaster, especially with the rains we had.”
Erin stiffened. No, no, that wasn’t right.
Flawed.
Her father had been able to see all sorts of deaths. Those easy passings that came in sleep. Those tearful last moments surrounded by family and friends.
Not her. Erin only saw the brutal deaths. Those caused by the hand of another. Blood-soaked. Murders.
“I think you better check the scene.”Not an accident.No way. Not if she’d dreamed it.
“Why?” His gaze snapped to her. “What do you know, Jerome?”
She held his stare. “Check the scene.” If she was right, and Erin knew she was, there would be signs. Skid marks on the road. Paint from another vehicle on Lee’s car.Something.
Lee had been forced off the road. Left to die. Not an accident. Not some bad slip of fate. Deliberate. Cold.
