No Humans Involved
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"So they probably drugged her or knocked her out," Jeremy said. "They kept her unconscious until they killed her. They're uncomfortable with what they're doing. They feel guilty."
"Cowards." Eve's face darkened, but she shook it off. "Hold on. I want to get this done so we can let her go."
She started again. Like Hope, she seemed to be experiencing a vision, getting her information that way rather than through questioning. Unlike Hope, though, this wasn't random flashes. She controlled the vision, as if guiding her way through the girl's memory.
The second foray added little to the first. Rachel had never regained consciousness after her attack. As she'd been losing consciousness, though, she'd heard a voice. A British-accented woman's voice telling someone else to make sure he grabbed Rachel's knapsack. In that command, she'd heard a name. Don. And that was all we had.
BLUFF AND BLUSTER
I RELEASE RACHEL'S SOUL. Then Jeremy covered our tracks as I hurried back to clean up my equipment. Eve didn't stay. She mumbled something about continuing to work on getting access to Botnick, but even if she did, I had a feeling he'd say the same thing Rachel did-that he'd been attacked from behind and immediately hooded, seeing nothing.
I was erasing the rune as Jeremy walked over.
"This," I said, pointing down at the rune. "It's not for calming, is it?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Because, if it was, I'd see it all over Kate's bedroom."
He let out a laugh, but only shook his head and picked up my kit.
"You said earlier that you don't know what they're for," I said as I finished erasing it. "That goes for this one too."
"It could be for calming."
"But all that mattered was that I believed it was." I straightened, stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips across his cheek. "Thank you."
I examined the area, making sure we'd left nothing behind.
"All set then," I said finally. "If you can run the kit out to your car, I'll-" I took a deep breath. "I'll go find Grady."
MY PLAN was to let Grady discover the body. That would divert most of the media attention away from me and give it to someone who'd love the spotlight, leaving me to step back and concentrate on luring in the group. I'd use my influence with Grady to ensure that all reports said I'd instigated the search and pinpointed the burial site. That would tell the group that I was the threat, not Grady.
I found Grady and Claudia in the living room. While Grady thumbed through the daily paper, Claudia was arguing with the caterer, insisting on getting dinner before we had to leave.
Nearly dancing with impatience, I waited until Claudia dismissed the poor woman, who took one look at me and fled before I could add any culinary demands.
I knew the camera wasthere, probably still on. In fact, I hoped it was. This was one private performance I didn't mind making public.
"Bradford? Can I talk to you?" I glanced at Claudia. "Both of you."
"Certainly. Where's Jeremy?"
"Outside still. Something happ-" I swallowed and sat beside him on the sofa. "I know you have a strong sixth sense for these sorts of things. Have you sensed anything in this house? Or in the garden?"
He aimed a hard look at Claudia, and I knew she'd been holding him back from discussing this with me, not wanting him to make a fool of himself.
"I have," he said. "I picked it up as soon as I arrived and it's become steadily stronger. You remember that seance I did, don't you? That poor young woman, killed in this very yard, brutally slaughtered in the prime of her life? Cut down by nefarious forces. Demonic forces."
Claudia motioned for him to tone it down, but he kept going.
"I believe, Jaime, that in contacting her, I caught the attention of those forces. The other day something possessed me. Something demonic. It was trying to communicate with me. To show me something."
"Yes, that's exactly-"
"Then, the next night, there was a dog. A hound of hell, I'm certain. I saw it prowling the gardens, its red eyes glowing. It was trying to draw me outside, to lead me to whatever that demon had failed to show me."
I nodded vigorously. "I'm sure you're right. I've been feeling the pull too. There's something in that garden."
"I fear so. You know what we must do, then, don't you?"
"Yes. We have to-"
"-avoid that garden at all costs. I wanted to warn you earlier, when I realized you were spending so much time out there."
"But-"
"Claudia, however, felt I was overreacting." Another pointed glare her way, then he reached for my hand. "Fight the urge, Jaime. For the sake of your soul, don't let evil win. We'll be gone from this place soon, but until then, we must all avoid that garden."
"But-"
He stood. "Now, Claudia and I are going into town for tea. Would you and Jeremy care to join us?"
DAMN, DAMN, damn!
I'd been so sure Grady would take the bait. The more I thought of it, though, the more I saw that my plan had one very big hole-it presumed that Grady's "hunt for evil" was pure showmanship. Yet when I'd heard him talking about the possession and seeing the wolf out back, I should have realized that his fervor was fueled by the passion of a true believer. Not unlike May Donovan and the group, he'd searched for some sign of the paranormal, but had always been disappointed. When the real supernatural world reared up in his face, he'd looked it in the eye and realized he wanted nothing to do with it.
"Cowards." Eve's face darkened, but she shook it off. "Hold on. I want to get this done so we can let her go."
She started again. Like Hope, she seemed to be experiencing a vision, getting her information that way rather than through questioning. Unlike Hope, though, this wasn't random flashes. She controlled the vision, as if guiding her way through the girl's memory.
The second foray added little to the first. Rachel had never regained consciousness after her attack. As she'd been losing consciousness, though, she'd heard a voice. A British-accented woman's voice telling someone else to make sure he grabbed Rachel's knapsack. In that command, she'd heard a name. Don. And that was all we had.
BLUFF AND BLUSTER
I RELEASE RACHEL'S SOUL. Then Jeremy covered our tracks as I hurried back to clean up my equipment. Eve didn't stay. She mumbled something about continuing to work on getting access to Botnick, but even if she did, I had a feeling he'd say the same thing Rachel did-that he'd been attacked from behind and immediately hooded, seeing nothing.
I was erasing the rune as Jeremy walked over.
"This," I said, pointing down at the rune. "It's not for calming, is it?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Because, if it was, I'd see it all over Kate's bedroom."
He let out a laugh, but only shook his head and picked up my kit.
"You said earlier that you don't know what they're for," I said as I finished erasing it. "That goes for this one too."
"It could be for calming."
"But all that mattered was that I believed it was." I straightened, stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips across his cheek. "Thank you."
I examined the area, making sure we'd left nothing behind.
"All set then," I said finally. "If you can run the kit out to your car, I'll-" I took a deep breath. "I'll go find Grady."
MY PLAN was to let Grady discover the body. That would divert most of the media attention away from me and give it to someone who'd love the spotlight, leaving me to step back and concentrate on luring in the group. I'd use my influence with Grady to ensure that all reports said I'd instigated the search and pinpointed the burial site. That would tell the group that I was the threat, not Grady.
I found Grady and Claudia in the living room. While Grady thumbed through the daily paper, Claudia was arguing with the caterer, insisting on getting dinner before we had to leave.
Nearly dancing with impatience, I waited until Claudia dismissed the poor woman, who took one look at me and fled before I could add any culinary demands.
I knew the camera wasthere, probably still on. In fact, I hoped it was. This was one private performance I didn't mind making public.
"Bradford? Can I talk to you?" I glanced at Claudia. "Both of you."
"Certainly. Where's Jeremy?"
"Outside still. Something happ-" I swallowed and sat beside him on the sofa. "I know you have a strong sixth sense for these sorts of things. Have you sensed anything in this house? Or in the garden?"
He aimed a hard look at Claudia, and I knew she'd been holding him back from discussing this with me, not wanting him to make a fool of himself.
"I have," he said. "I picked it up as soon as I arrived and it's become steadily stronger. You remember that seance I did, don't you? That poor young woman, killed in this very yard, brutally slaughtered in the prime of her life? Cut down by nefarious forces. Demonic forces."
Claudia motioned for him to tone it down, but he kept going.
"I believe, Jaime, that in contacting her, I caught the attention of those forces. The other day something possessed me. Something demonic. It was trying to communicate with me. To show me something."
"Yes, that's exactly-"
"Then, the next night, there was a dog. A hound of hell, I'm certain. I saw it prowling the gardens, its red eyes glowing. It was trying to draw me outside, to lead me to whatever that demon had failed to show me."
I nodded vigorously. "I'm sure you're right. I've been feeling the pull too. There's something in that garden."
"I fear so. You know what we must do, then, don't you?"
"Yes. We have to-"
"-avoid that garden at all costs. I wanted to warn you earlier, when I realized you were spending so much time out there."
"But-"
"Claudia, however, felt I was overreacting." Another pointed glare her way, then he reached for my hand. "Fight the urge, Jaime. For the sake of your soul, don't let evil win. We'll be gone from this place soon, but until then, we must all avoid that garden."
"But-"
He stood. "Now, Claudia and I are going into town for tea. Would you and Jeremy care to join us?"
DAMN, DAMN, damn!
I'd been so sure Grady would take the bait. The more I thought of it, though, the more I saw that my plan had one very big hole-it presumed that Grady's "hunt for evil" was pure showmanship. Yet when I'd heard him talking about the possession and seeing the wolf out back, I should have realized that his fervor was fueled by the passion of a true believer. Not unlike May Donovan and the group, he'd searched for some sign of the paranormal, but had always been disappointed. When the real supernatural world reared up in his face, he'd looked it in the eye and realized he wanted nothing to do with it.
