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Was she related to him? Was he after both her and Jessie? Were they both the spawn of Satan?
She walked toward the ocean and felt the oozing sensation of déjà vu slither through her mind. Could she really have lived here?
That’s where the answers lay: Siren Song.
That’s where she needed to go for answers.
She felt a sudden breath of icy air upon the back of her neck and turned to look over her shoulder.
He was there.
Dark, hidden in shadows, he stood with feet wide spread and looked into her mind.
“Hey!” a man’s voice yelled and she turned. “Watch out!” A pickup was stopped at an intersection, ready to move forward, except that she was standing in the middle of the street, blocking the road. “Lady, are you okay?”
Her head cleared. “Sorry.”
“Friggin’ locals. All a bunch of whack jobs,” the guy in the pickup said under his breath as he drove past.
If you only knew, Becca thought, still quaking inside as she looked toward the corner and the spruce tree where she’d seen the man she was certain had tried to take her life. “Brother,” she said, and the word tasted foul.
Had she seen him? Had she? She’d certainly sensed his presence, but did that mean he was actually here?
Drawing a long breath, Becca shook it off. There was no time to waste. She needed to get to Siren Song and find the answers. Now.
The doctor wasn’t going to release him, but Hudson couldn’t stay cooped up another minute. He decided that he’d sign whatever releases he needed to, absolve the hospital, doctor, and any damned hospital worker who had stuck his or her head into the room of any liability, and walk out on his own two legs.
He’d already convinced Zeke to loan him his wheels.
Zeke had been reluctant, and though Hudson couldn’t blame him, he was on a mission. And yes, he’d played on Zeke’s guilt, so that his one-time friend had handed over the keys to his vintage Mustang to a man with one arm who was sporting a bad attitude and was loaded up on pain meds. The Third had told Zeke he was crazy, but Zeke had snapped back, “Just gimme a ride back, okay?”
“Vangie waiting for you at home?” Jarrett asked meanly.
“No.”
Hudson hadn’t wanted them to disintegrate into high school one-upmanship, so he’d stated firmly, “Zeke and Vangie are through. Nothing more to say about it.”
And then he’d taken his request one step further, asking for Zeke’s cell phone. “Mine was lost in the accident,” Hudson explained, and Zeke slapped it into his hand, holding his gaze.
“We square, then?” Zeke asked.
There were a lot of things Hudson could have said, a lot more recriminations. But like Zeke and Vangie, it was time to simply move on. “We’re good.”
As soon as they were gone, he climbed from the bed. Pain shot up his arm and his head ached like a hammer was striking an anvil somewhere behind his eyes. Bad idea. And yet, the only idea. He didn’t care how much it cost him, he needed to leave. He needed to find out if Becca was really depending on McNally, or if she’d taken matters into her own hands.
He was betting on the latter.
Filthy bitch!
I see her. Standing in the road. Now she turns away but rage boils my blood!
She must die. Now! I had planned to wait but that stupid old woman sped up the time line.
I cannot wait any longer.
Rebecca…
My head throbs like a heartbeat from the blow you gave me.
