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She stared out at the cars on the street, her energy moving fast around her.

“Plus I wanted to talk to you about something.”

It was in the way she said it, those small pauses between the words, the slight breathlessness in her voice. Something was up. I sat back. A Jeep with a ‘Dog is my Co-Pilot’ bumper sticker pulled up.

“So what’s going on?” I said.

She rubbed her hands nervously and leaned close to me.

“It’s good news, Abby,” she said. “Really.”

“Go ahead. I’m ready.”

“It’s about Jack Martin. They found him in Canada under an alias. Apparently, he’s been there the entire time, living in Vancouver. He was arrested last night.”

“What?” I said. “Are you sure? Are they sure it’s him? I thought…”

“It’s him,” she said. “He’s already in jail in Seattle. The FBI says they’ll probably push the trial back now to early next year so they can include him. February, maybe March.”

“I can’t believe it,” I said finally.

It was the news I had been dreaming about for months. Jack being caught and thrown in jail. He hadn’t gotten away with it after all. He escaped off the island, but he hadn’t gotten away.

“It’s hard to believe,” I repeated, still a little stunned.

I just sat there smiling, the breeze blowing back my hair.

Kate reached across the table and grabbed my hand.

“It’s over, Abby,” she said, tears in her eyes. “It’s finally all over.”

CHAPTER 35

The sun was still up when I walked through the door. Kate wasn’t home yet. I got a soda and wandered outside to sit by the pond.

Since she had told me the news of his capture, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jack Martin. And for once it was a good feeling, something else besides fear or anger. I was almost looking forward to the trial now. And I wanted the players on my soccer team to finally know what had really happened.

A strong wind scattered leaves on the grass and tried to knock down more from the trees above me as I called Ty to tell him the news.

“That’s awesome, Abby,” he said.

He was working and couldn’t talk, but said he would call me later. As I said goodbye, a hummingbird floated down and stared at me, its long beak not far from my hand, and then zoomed away to the flowers by the fence.

But as I put the phone down, I remembered Jesse’s warning. If it wasn’t Jack around me, what was it? What had he seen?

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. It felt like I hadn’t gotten any sleep in a long time. It felt like insomnia was creeping back into my life.

But now with Jack in jail, there would be time to catch up. I headed inside for a nap.

***

I woke up in the dark.

Country music in my ears, hot air blowing.

I sat up and looked around. The sound of a car engine rumbled through me, a road up ahead.

I was in a dream.

Riding in the back seat of a car.

All the windows were down, the air like fire on my face. My head throbbed as I stared out into the fierce night that stretched for miles and miles around us.

The motor shifted into another gear, and we picked up speed. Faster and faster down the highway. Too fast. The car then turned off onto a dirt road. It didn’t slow down.

I stared up at the front seat, the driver finally coming into focus.

I could only see her hair, her eyes looking ahead in the mirror.

Short hair.Dark.

“Paloma!” I said. “Paloma, what’s going on?”

But she didn’t hear me. She just kept looking straight ahead as we drove on.

The music louder.

I started shaking.

“Paloma!” I shouted again. But suddenly, there was someone else driving.

I could only see the back of his head. Or what was left of it. Then I saw his reflection in the rearview mirror. His eyes seemed to glow. And something else.

The hot air pouring into the car had pushed back his hair. There was a hole in his forehead. A bullet hole.

He started to laugh. My head ached, pounding to the beat of the music on the radio. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Fear and rage and adrenaline coursed through me as I tried to move. But I couldn’t.

I looked up again at the mirror and caught his eyes staring at me. He saw me.

He saw me.

“You’re next,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

He began laughing again. The car was moving faster, jumping higher and higher in the air with every rise and dip of the rough road. It was losing control.

Then I felt it bounce off the road and fly through the air. I could see a large boulder illuminated in the headlights. We were heading straight for it.

“Paloma!” I shouted. “Paloma!”

My screams were drowned out by the sound of metal hitting rock.

Everything went black.

***

I woke up screaming, drenched in sweat.

I sat up and grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand.

I drank it down, staring at the curtains blowing. It was dark outside. I was hot, so very hot. I went over to the window and felt the cool breeze against my face. It wasn’t a dream. I was sure of it. I could still hear his laughter.

I made it to the bathroom just as the vomit came up.

CHAPTER 36

I was sitting on the sofa, trying to calm down when something exploded up above the house. I jumped.

I walked over to the window and slid open the curtains. It looked like the huge storm that had been threatening most of the summer had finally arrived. Hard, heavy drops spit down from the sky, pounding the pavement out in front of the house. Another quick, sudden flash lit everything up, followed by another loud crash. A moment later thunder shook the house again.

My phone rang.

I looked at it and didn’t recognize the number.

I glanced out at the storm, not remembering if it was dangerous to talk on a cell phone while the skies were still crackling overhead with electricity. But something told me that I needed to answer this call.

“Hello?”

“Uh, is this Abby?” the woman’s voice said. She sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place from where.

“Yeah, this is me.”

“Hi, Abby. It’s Rosie. Rosie Suárez.”

I walked back over to the window as another large crack of thunder shattered overhead.

“Have you heard from Paloma?” she asked. “She’s not there with you, is she?”

“No,” I said, the dread building inside me. “I haven’t heard or seen her since the river. Why?”

Rosie was quiet for a moment. I heard a loud boom on the line.

“She’s gone, Abby,” she said. “When I got home from work, she wasn’t here. I knew something was wrong when I went over to her apartment during my lunch break to pick up some things for her, you know clothes and some of her things. But her car wasn’t there. And then when I came home she was gone, Abby. But her phone was still here. She never goes anywhere without her phone. I’ve been calling her friends and no one’s seen her. I don’t know where she could be. I have a really bad feeling.”

She was rambling and crying now.

I didn’t want to tell her I had the same exact feeling.

I could feel the bile coming up my throat. It sounded like the vision. Paloma was out there somewhere. Driving. Out there with
him
. I fought off the overwhelming sense that we were too late.

“Have you, uh, checked the hospitals?” I said, hating to ask.

“No,” she said. “
Dios mío
. Please, God, no.”

“Rosie, she could be a lot of places. Let’s take it one step at a time. You check the hospitals and I’ll try to find out what I can. We’ll find her, Rosie. We’ll find her.”

Before hanging up we agreed to call each other back with updates.

I knew that if he had the power to kill her, he would. I just prayed he wasn’t strong enough yet.

I went over to the door and opened it, watching the broken flower pots fill up with hail.

Paloma was somewhere out there in the storm.

CHAPTER 37

I knew I had to find Jesse. The evil haunting Paloma must have been the darkness he had sensed around me. I wasn’t sure what he could do, if he could help me find her. But I had to try. I didn’t know where else to turn.

It was just past nine when I got to the park.

The hail had stopped but it was still raining hard. Thunder boomed overhead.

“Jesse,” I whispered as I walked through the deluge.

The park was deserted. I followed the lighted path over to the basketball court.

“Jesse, please, I need to talk to you.”

His words screamed in my head as I circled the park twice in the hard rain. How he had been having trouble finding me and how it might not be up to him when he had to leave. And that maybe he couldn’t get back to me.

I hoped to see a tall figure wearing a baseball cap, standing somewhere, anywhere.

But I didn’t.

“Jesse! Please, Jesse.”

The more I called in vain, the more I was gripped by the almost certain knowledge that he was Paloma’s only chance. 

“I have to talk to you.”

Nothing.

He wasn’t there.

He wasn’t anywhere.

It was hopeless. Completely hopeless.

I turned to head back to the parking lot.

And that’s when I saw him.

He was standing in the shadows, by the river, staring at me.

His eyes were glowing.

I shuddered.

A black, ominous mist floated around him as he started moving toward me.

I could see his face now. The hair was back down over his forehead. I couldn’t see the bullet hole. But I knew it was there.

The ghost of Clyde Tidwell kept coming closer and closer, his horrible eyes burning brighter and brighter with an evil I wouldn’t have believed possible.

Staring.

Coming for me.

Closer.

Closer.

I backed away, trying to break free from his spell.

“Run,” I heard someone scream in my head. “Run!”

I found my legs and sprinted as fast as I ever had in my life, hearing the sound of his laughter all the way back to the Jeep.

CHAPTER 38

The meat and potatoes and carrots and onions had come together.

I lifted the lid, the sweet aroma of the stew filling my nostrils. I took a taste.

That’s right.

I gave it another stir and then chopped the fresh parsley I had picked from the garden. It was torture having to wait while everything simmered, the vegetables giving themselves over to the beef.

The heat from the oven made me sweat. I wiped the moisture off my forehead, took the biscuits out, flaky and golden.

That’s right.

Kate walked in.

“Abby,” she said. “What are you doing here? And what’s that?”

I followed her finger to where she was pointing.

“Dutch oven, sis,” I said. “Cooking food how it’s meant to be cooked. I picked it up today while I was out. Hey, dinner in ten minutes. Hope you’re hungry!”

She gave me a strange look and then left. I poured the whiskey. Then I ladled the stew into bowls. I lovingly slid the biscuits onto a plate. It was time to eat.

Kate walked back out and gave me a hug. Boy, did she smell divine. Like flowers in the rain. I handed her a drink and raised my glass.

“Now don’t get roostered,” I said.

“What?” Kate said, smelling the whiskey and then looking at me. “I guess you’ve been hanging around David a little too much.”

I just smiled, laughing a little.

She dug in, just like I was hoping. She needed to put a little flesh on her bones.

We sat there eating, the flavors sharp, so sharp on my tongue.

“This is delicious,” I said with food still in my mouth.

“Is Ty coming over?” she asked.

“Ty?”

“Yeah, is he coming or is he working tonight?”

I paused, trying to think. My mind was sluggish. All day, it had been so sluggish.

“Working,” I said finally, with authority.

I had a headache.

“Well, thanks for making dinner. It’s, ah, good. Have you heard from Paloma yet?”

I shrugged.

“No,” I said. “Well, yes, in a manner of speaking.”

There it was again.

She was giving me another strange look.

I played with the food in front of me. My stomach suddenly didn’t feel right and my head was aching now.

“More?” I asked.

“No, thanks. Abby, are you okay? Did something happen at work?”

She moved closer to me, studying my eyes, the expression on her face growing stranger.

“Work?” I said.

“Yeah.Work. You had an early shift, right?”

“No,” I said, holding my head in my hands. “Day off. It feels like I haven’t slept in a long time. A real long time.”

“Why don’t you go take a nap? You don’t look so good. Go on. I’ll see you for a movie later.”

I went to my bed and fell into a deep, deep sleep.

CHAPTER 39

I didn’t open my eyes until morning, the light dancing with the shadows from the leaves on the floor of my bedroom, the birds chirping.

I sat up. It was just after eight. I had slept through the entire night.

“Here she is,” Kate said, walking in and handing me her phone. “It’s Ty. He said your phone isn’t working.”

“Hey,” I said to both of them at the same time.

“What happened to you yesterday?” he said.

“Sorry. I fell asleep. Did we have plans?”

“Well, not really, but it felt like I haven’t seen you in a long time. So I stopped by after work, but you were lights out. You’re just getting up now? You feeling okay?”

“Yeah. I feel, I don’t know, really rested. I hope you weren’t worried or anything.”

“No,” he said. “I just wanted to see you. Hey, have you heard from Paloma yet?”

I suddenly remembered. The dream. Paloma. The park. I was supposed to check in with Rosie. I wondered if she had learned anything.

“No,” I said. “Listen, can I call you back?”