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The hair on the back of her neck stood up on end. She stopped briefly and turned in a circle. Several beads of perspiration trickled down the back of her neck. What if Michael was going to make good on his… No, he hadn’t made any overt threats, at least not exactly. You’re losing it. Keep moving. She nodded, suppressing a moan, and pulled her briefcase to her chest as she continued her trek.
After a few seconds of hearing nothing else, she slowed her pace.
“Destiny…”
Stopping short, she bit back a scream. The wind had to be playing tricks on her. No one was around, certainly not a soul who knew she was here, unless… Terror raced through her as the breeze whistled through the dense foliage. With less than two blocks to go, she took off running, her high heels hindering her progress.
“Destiny…”
She could swear she heard footsteps behind her, keeping pace if not closing in. Darting a glance over her shoulder, she could see nothing but blackness. She stumbled and lost her footing, almost falling to the ground. Pain shifted into her ankle. Keep going. Don’t stop. Adrenaline kicked in. Sprinting down the last block, she fumbled to find her house key, panting as she bounded up onto her front porch. Please. Please God help me.
One, two, three seconds later she managed to slam the key into the lock, twisting the doorknob just as she heard cackling laughter. Once inside, she slid the bolt into place and backed into the shadows of her hallway, gulping for air. She half expected the glass pane on her front door to shatter, monsters scrambling through to drag her into Hell. When the only noise was that of a passing car, she breathed a sigh of relief as well as chastising herself for blatant stupidity. She’d never been afraid of any of her patients and she refused to start now.
Boom!
As the lightning bolt flashed, illuminating the entire foyer, she jumped then laughed. “Idiot.”
He’s coming for you. He’s…
Goose bumps popped along every inch of naked skin. She bit her lip and counted to five. Easing her briefcase to the floor, she switched on the hallway light, blinking in relief as the warm light washed down over her. She was home and there was no boogeyman chasing her. Laughing, she walked into the kitchen, flipping on the light under her sink. Her half-consumed bottle of wine was exactly where she’d left it, a comforting thought. She grabbed a glass and poured the crystal stem half full, hesitated for a second then filled the thin crystal to the rim. Tonight, she needed to get away from work, if only for a little while.
But they’re dead. Dead!
Trickles of fear remained, and she was determined to figure out if there was any connection in the two victims. She took a gulp of wine. After a few seconds, she was able to calm her nerves. Kicking off her shoes she exhaled, glad to be home.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The knock on the front door startled her.
Boom!
Destiny swung around, glaring down the hall as the crack of lightning shone brightly behind her door. The ominous figure was highlighted just enough to illuminate a hulking presence. She grabbed a knife from the butcher block, half choking as she walked down the hall. As if a cheap, thin blade could keep away a murderer. Then again, as if he or she would be knocking on her door.
“Yes?”
“Dr. Blade? Detective Givens. We spoke on the phone earlier.”
She hesitated and took a step to the side. Go away. Go away!
“I’d like a few minutes of your time.” The tone of his voice was soothing. “Just to talk. Nothing more.”
“I’m…I’m busy.”
“With all due respect. I know you just got home.”
Sighing, she unlocked and opened the door. The man standing in front of her eyed the knife in her hand and held both of his arms into the air.
“Ma ‘am. May I show you my badge?”
Destiny exhaled and shook her head as she scanned the area around him. Nothing seemed amiss. “Yes, and I’m sorry. I thought I was being followed earlier. I just…” I’m just losing my mind. Lowering the knife, she was surprised the sickening feeling remained. I’m being watched.
You’re never far from my heart and soul because you belong to me…
She bit her lower lip. He was here. He was… “What can I do for you, detective?”
As the detective pulled out a wallet, flipping open to show her his badge, he looked over his shoulder. “We need to talk. I think you may be able to help me.” He held out his other hand, an offering of peace.
The moment they touched the visions returned. Only this time, they were intimate.
