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He’s a lucky man. Cassie then tossed her phone back on the bed.
For the fifth time that night, she walked over to her closet and touched every piece of clothing she had. She didn’t want to wear anything too out of the ordinary because she didn’t want to make a big deal. But she also didn’t want to wear an outfit she’d worn to work a hundred times.
She groaned and turned back to her bed where she had already laid out three different contenders for the evening. She was ready to close her eyes and pick one, but she found herself stifling a startled scream instead.
The ghost of the little boy was standing at his post in the corner of the room like he had done for months. Cassie hadn’t seen him since she’d spotted him outside Langford’s house, after which she half-wondered if he’d show again.
And now here he was, like he had not left in the first place.
Cassie threw a t-shirt over her head and approached the spirit. He kept his eyes on her the entire time, unblinking like always. She inspected him, like she had so many times in the past, but she couldn’t see any injuries or marks on his pale, translucent skin.
When she knelt in front of him, it was with a much more open heart than she’d ever had in the past.
“Hey.” Her voice was quiet. Gentle. “I’m sorry about ignoring you for so long. For being angry. But I’m here. I’m ready to listen. Take your time. I’m not going anymore.”
The boy blinked twice, slowly, like he was contemplating her every word. He opened his mouth and, for the first time since Cassie had seen him, spoke. His voice was quiet but clear.
“Sarah Lennox.”
Cassie stumbled backwards. She couldn’t tell what surprised her more.
That he had spoken to her.
Or that she had recognized the name.
THE END
Cassie Quinn will return in February, 2021! Pre-order your copy now, or read on for a sneak peek.
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UNTITLED
Cassie Quinn Book Two
by L.T. Ryan & K.M. Rought
Copyright © 2020 by L.T. Ryan, Liquid Mind Media, LLC, & K.M. Rought. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the copyright owner and publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.
Book 2: Chapter 1
Detective David Klein took a moment before exiting his sedan and walking to the crime scene. He wanted a few more minutes to enjoy the AC before he stepped in the warm Savannah sun. It was early November, but temperatures were still in the 70s and 80s, and he wasn’t looking forward to spending more time in the heat than necessary.
Not for the first time, David wondered what it would be like to move somewhere cooler, somewhere quieter. He could hear his wife, Lisa, laughing him off. “You love this city too much,” she’d say. “You’ll be here until the day you die.”
She was right. Lisa knew him better than anyone on this planet, even better than himself. If she said he’d never leave, then he had no choice but to believe her.
But damn if he didn’t want to get away once in a while.
The last few months had been rough. Savannah had just gotten over a brutal serial killer, one that had killed by ripping the hearts out of young women and draining them of their blood. Of course, the killer hadn’t been working alone. William Baker had been the true mastermind of that operation, and now he was six feet under.
Good riddance.
As usual, life slowed down after that. Savannah had gotten a little quieter. Decades on the force taught the detective that crimes like these came in waves. It’d get bad, then good, then bad again. There was no telling what was normal anymore. Was life normal when it was calm and peaceful? Or when it was insane?
David didn’t care to think about those questions anymore. For the past few years, he’d focused on getting from one case to the next. One day to the next. It was easier if he didn’t think too far in the future. He could handle today. Tomorrow might be another story.
David switched off the vehicle and stepped outside. The air felt heavy with heat and moisture in contrast to the air conditioning he’d left behind. The heat of his coffee burned at the inside of his hand, but when he took a long sip, that same heat refreshed him as it glided down his throat. It was worth the discomfort to have another few drops of energy in his bank.
