Практика Таро-консультирования. С нуля до профи. Анна Новикова

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      What a fool she’d been to trust him.

      Another footfall, too close for comfort. She held her breath. If he tripped over her, she’d have to run, find another place to hide in plain sight. Or at least it would be plain sight if the fog lifted.

      The damp cover made her feel as if they were the only two people in this hazy world where you couldn’t see your hand two inches in front of your face.

      Who would break first? The fog? Her? Or the maniac trying to kill her? Because she knew he wanted to kill her. She could hear the promise in his voice.

      “Elise?”

      She wanted to scream at him to stop using her name in those familiar tones—as if they were old friends. Instead of predator and prey.

      She didn’t scream. She pressed her lips together, and the sand worked its way into her mouth. She ground it between her teeth, anger shoving the fear aside for a moment.

      If this guy thought she’d give up, he’d picked the wrong target. The Durans of Montana were nobody’s victims.

      A breeze skittered across the bay, and debris tickled her face. White strands of fog swirled past her, and for the first time since she’d hurled herself from the trunk of her captor’s car, she could see the shapes of scrubby plants emerge from the mist.

      She swallowed a sob. When she’d least expected or wanted it, the cursed San Francisco fog was rolling out to sea.

      A low chuckle seemed to come at her from all directions. He knew it, too.

      Time to make a move.

      Elise pinned her arms to her sides and propelled herself into a roll. Once she had the momentum, the rest was easy as she hit a slight decline to the water.

      Arm. Back. Arm. Chest. Around and around she rolled. She squeezed her eyes shut and scooped in a breath of air. Her preparations didn’t make the impact any easier.

      When she hit the icy bay, she gasped, pulling in a breath and a mouthful of salty water with it. She choked it out and ducked her head beneath the small waves.

      The bay accepted her in a chilly embrace, and she clawed her way along the rocky floor. Fearing the swift current, she didn’t want to swim away from the shoreline, but the water might just be enough to hide her from the lunatic trying to kill her.

      She popped up her head and dragged in another breath. The wind whipped around her, blowing her wet hair against her cheeks.

      The fog dissipated even more, and she could make out the form of a man loping back and forth, swinging something at the ground.

      She took a deep breath and went under again. The current tugged at her dress, inviting her into the bay. She resisted, scrabbling against the rocks. The current snatched her shoes anyway.

      She scraped her knees on the bay floor and lifted her face to the surface, taking a sip of air. The figure on land seemed farther away. Would he be able to see her head in the water? Would he come after her?

      She submerged her head again and managed a breaststroke and a scissor kick to propel herself farther from the man combing the shore.

      She’d have to get out of the water soon or she’d die from hypothermia. As if to drive this truth home, her teeth began to chatter and she lost the tips of her fingers to numbness.

      Once more she poked her head up from the water. The steel buttress of the bridge was visible in front of her. Maybe she could clamber on top of it to escape the cold fingers of the bay.

      She twisted her head around. The man had disappeared from view. A seagull shrieked above, cutting through the rumbling of a car engine.

      Elise whipped her head around. An orange service truck trundled along the road fronting the shore, its amber light on the roof revolving.

      Elise screamed for the first time since her ordeal began. She clambered from the water, her dress clinging to her legs. She bunched the skirt of the dress around her waist and waded from the bay.

      “Help! Stop!”

      The occupants of the truck couldn’t have heard her, but the truck pulled to the side of the road anyway. A door swung open.

      Her frozen limbs buckled beneath her, but she willed them to support her. She rose to her feet and screamed again, waving her arms above her head. “Help! I’m in the water!”

      The white oval of a face turned toward her.

      Elise pumped her legs, hoping they were obeying her command to run. She tried to scream again, but her jaw locked as a shower of chills cascaded through her body.

      The man in the orange jumpsuit started jogging toward her, and another orange jumpsuit joined him.

      Her bare feet slogged through the sand and she kept tripping over the bushes dotting the shore, but she continued to move forward.

      By the time she and the service workers met, her body was shivering convulsively.

      “Oh, my God, Brock. I think we’ve got a jumper.”

      She shook her head back and forth. Really? Would a jumper be able to swim to shore and run toward help?

      Brock joined his buddy, shrugging out of his orange jacket. “I already called 9-1-1. It’s gonna be okay, lady.”

      He wrapped his jacket around her, and she began to sink to the ground. He caught her under the arms. “Stay with us. The ambulance should be here soon.”

      “How did you do it? How did you survive the jump?”

      She licked the salt from her lips and worked her jaw. “I didn’t jump from the bridge.”

      Brock tugged the coat around her tighter. “Then what the hell were you doing out there?”

      As sirens wailed in the distance, she blew out a breath and closed her eyes. “Escaping a killer.”

      * * *

      HER TOES TINGLED and she took another sip of the hot tea. When the ambulance got her to the emergency room, the nurses had stripped off her soggy dress and wrapped her in warm blankets. They’d tucked her into this bed and piled an electric blanket on top of her as well as wedged some heat packs under her arms and behind her neck.

      When she could sit up, they’d brought her a cup of tea. Now Elise inhaled the lemon-scented steam from the cup and tried to relax her limbs.

      Someone yanked back the curtain that separated her bed from the other beds in the emergency room. A doctor approached her with a small tablet computer clutched under his arm.

      He clicked his tongue. “It’s clear you’re not a jumper since you don’t have any injuries that would indicate you’d just hit the water at seventy-five miles per hour from a height of two hundred and twenty feet.”

      Elise slurped the hot tea and rolled it on her tongue before swallowing. “I told Brock and the other city worker I didn’t jump. Didn’t СКАЧАТЬ