The Séance. Heather Graham

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      But when she turned as Jed approached, he saw that though she was attractive, her features were quite different from Christina’s. For one thing, her eyes were a pale yellow-green color, not a brilliant blue.

      He didn’t recognize her, but she obviously recognized him.

      “What are you doing here?” she snapped.

      “Do I know you?” he asked bluntly.

      “Katherine Kidd, Beau’s sister,” she said.

      “We’ve never met.”

      “No? Sorry, but I know who you are. You’re an opportunist. You wrote a book about my brother. As if the events weren’t painful enough.”

      “I wrote a work of fiction,” he said. Why defend himself? He should just let her lambaste him. That might work out better for both of them.

      “Why are you here? Do you want to hammer a stake into my brother’s heart? Do you think he’s alive and killing again?”

      “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”

      He turned to go.

      “If you’re lost, your wife’s grave is nowhere near here,” she called after him.

      He squared his shoulders and kept walking.

      “Wait!”

      He was startled when she ran after him. Her eyes were troubled when she awkwardly touched his arm to get him to turn around. “Why are you here?” she demanded.

      He hesitated. “I don’t know, exactly. I guess…I wanted to think. Honestly, I don’t know.”

      “Beau was never the killer,” she said.

      “How can you be so certain?” he asked.

      “He was my brother.”

      He let out a soft sigh. “You do know that every homicidal maniac is some mother’s son?”

      “I know you investigated when you wrote your book. I know you were a cop. And I know you have a license now as a private investigator. You came here because you’re feeling guilty for what you did to my brother’s reputation. You want absolution? Fine. Prove that’s not just a copycat out there. Prove Beau was innocent.”

      He stared at her, unable to think of anything to say.

      “I’ll pay you,” she offered suddenly.

      He shook his head. “No. No, you won’t pay me.”

      “You don’t really believe in Beau’s innocence, do you? Not even now, with the evidence lying in the morgue,” she said.

      “I don’t know what I believe right now,” he told her honestly.

      She shook her head. “I’ve read every word let out by the police, the newspapers, every single source. No copycat could be so exact.”

      “I don’t know yet just how exact he was,” he said.

      “I do. And I know that Beau wasn’t a killer, no matter how guilty he looked. And you…you used him.”

      “I used a story, a real-life story,” he said quietly. “And I’m going to investigate, but no one owes me anything. I guess that’s why I was here tonight. This one is between the two of us, Beau and me,” he told her.

      He nodded and walked away again. When he looked back, she was standing where he had left her, looking bereft and alone.

      “I’ll keep you informed—when I can prove something,” he told her.

      He thought that she smiled as she lifted a hand to wave goodbye.

      There was a low ground fog beginning to rise. Looking up, he saw that the moon was full. Odd night. Most of the time around here, the fog came in the early morning. Between the moon and the fog, the cemetery seemed to be bathed in some kind of eerie glow.

      As he headed to his car, he thought about Sherri Mason, lying on the autopsy table. Sherri…tall, slim, with long red hair.

      Before he knew it, he was heading back into the cemetery. “Katherine!” he shouted, running.

      She was standing by her brother’s monument again. She looked up, startled.

      “You need to get out of here,” he told her. She stared at him blankly. “It’s dark, and there’s a killer loose. Where’s your car?”

      “Along the street, just past the gate.”

      “I’ll see you to it.”

      “All right.” She sounded unconvinced, but she didn’t argue.

      He walked her to the Honda parked by the curb. She must have arrived after the cemetery had officially closed, as well. She slid behind the driver’s seat and lowered the window. He ducked down to talk to her, but before he could speak, she said, “I know, long red hair. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

      “Thanks.”

      “I’m twenty-four, but I still live with my folks. I’ll be okay.”

      He nodded as she turned her key in the ignition, and he watched the Honda’s lights disappear into the fog.

      He stood there for a long moment, feeling a strange sensation of dread grip his spine like an iron claw. Beautiful women with long red hair.

      Christina Hardy fell into that category, as well.

      

      He had lost her tonight, thanks to the cop-turned-writer.

      But he would prevail. He would behave normally. He was a special person, unique; amazing things went on in his mind. He could walk, talk, smile and act completely normal, and all the while he would be planning his next kill.

      But there had been an almost frightening moment when he had felt as if he might combust, the opportunity had been so good.

      She had been there, so appetizing.

      He made himself breathe, told himself to function. There was his world, his inner world, and then there was the world beyond. Sometimes he could combine them, but it was over now.

      Still, there had been those moments when he had almost been able to taste and feel the results of his brilliance. He had come here tonight by happenstance, unable to resist a visit to the grave of the man who had taken the blame for everything he himself had done all those years ago. And then…to see Kidd’s sister…

      It was too good.

      She was such a pretty thing. All that lovely hair…

      Then he’d shown up.

      Jed Braden was big and broad-shouldered, clearly capable of СКАЧАТЬ