Absolute Fear. Lisa Jackson

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      Yolinda nodded as if they’d come to some kind of agreement. “Even if we can convince the jury that you’re telling the truth about your amnesia, the idea that you slept with two men within twenty-four hours will be planted. Add to that, you’re trying to pin a murder on a jealous boyfriend. That’s how Deeds’ll play it. And he’ll have clean-cut, smart, innocent-looking Cole Dennis at the table, looking for all the world like the wounded party—the choirboy whose girlfriend was two-timing him with another man she can’t, or won’t, name.” Yolinda pushed herself upright and walked to the desk, found a file in her top basket, and slid it over the polished wood so that it landed, open, in front of Eve. “This will be one of Deeds’s exhibits. It’s the DNA report. Two different semen samples taken from you. It won’t help that the sperm wasn’t Kajak’s. If anything, that will only make it worse, because you claim you can’t remember whose it is.”

      “Stop.” Eve knew she was being goaded, but she couldn’t take it a second longer. “I get it. I see your point. But I haven’t slept with anyone but Cole in two years.”

      “Then how?”

      “I don’t know!” Eve shook her head. “It…had to have happened…after…after I got into the cabin.”

      “But you saw Mr. Dennis at the cabin. Was there someone in between the time you left Mr. Dennis at his home and went to meet Mr. Kajak at the cabin? Before Mr. Dennis arrived?”

      “No.”

      “Was there someone else there?”

      “No.”

      “Who was he, Ms. Renner?”

      “No one!”

      “Someone after you claim Mr. Dennis shot at you at the cabin?”

      “No. I didn’t have sex with anyone!”

      “How do you know, Ms. Renner? You don’t remember.”

      “Then it…it was afterwards….”

      “At the crime scene? Or the hospital? When the police were crawling all over the place, or in the ambulance ride when you were still unconscious? Could you pick out the EMT with whom you had sex from a lineup?” Yolinda hammered at her. “You know, those people who saved your life? Which one of them did you have consensual sex with?”

      Eve’s eyes stung. “I’m telling the truth.”

      Yolinda nodded. “We can’t use your testimony, Eve. You see that, don’t you? Not unless I want to completely destroy my case.” With a sigh, she said, “We’re done here,” and that was the end of it.

      And Eve had no more answers now than she had then.

      The old man was drunk.

      So it wouldn’t take long.

      Hidden in the shadows of the aging trellis in the side yard, the Reviver checked his digital watch. Twenty minutes had passed since he’d slipped into the house, taken care of business, and then noiselessly walked outside again. His victim, who had been in the den and listening to some radio program, was none the wiser that he’d ever had a visitor.

      Yet.

      That was soon to change.

      Everything had gone perfectly, just like clockwork. Just as the Voice of God had instructed.

      He watched through the window. The kitchen was now lit, the open bottle of Jack Daniels in the sink, a tray of ice cubes left on the counter, the few remaining in the tray beginning to melt.

      Unlike the good doctor to be so messy.

      Tsk, tsk, he thought as he retrieved the cell phone from his pocket.

      He made the first call. Listened as the man on the other end answered.

      “Hello.”

      The Reviver didn’t respond. Not yet. He had to do just as God had told him last night in his dreams.

      “Hello?” A pause. “Damn it, who is it? Can you hear me? If you can, I can’t hear you.” Another pause. “Terry?” he said, a trace of frustration in his voice.

      “I have evidence,” the Reviver whispered, his voice so low and raspy no one would ever recognize it.

      “What did you say?”

      There was no need to repeat himself. The message had been heard and understood.

      He hung up.

      Glancing up at the house, he then swiftly checked the menu on the phone for a list of contacts, scrolled down, and pressed the dial button again.

      Within seconds, the phone was connected.

      One ring.

      Two.

      Three.

      “Hello?” The old man’s voice was brusque, loud over the background noise of the talk radio show he was tuned to. “Wait a minute. Who is this? How did you get my…shit!” A beat. “You’re calling from my cell number…but…how?”

      The Reviver smiled as the man appeared in the kitchen, walking with an uneven gait.

      “You have my phone!”

      Outrage. And his words were slightly slurred.

      The Reviver didn’t respond.

      “Hello? Are you there? How the hell did you get my damned phone?”

      Again, no response.

      “Did you find it somewhere? Did I leave it in my car…? No, wait. It was here earlier. I remember plugging it into the charger….” His voice trailed off. “You were in my house? You stole it, you punk bastard!”

      “I have information,” he finally said.

      A pause. “Information about what?”

      “Information you’ll want.”

      “Hey…what is this?”

      Another lengthy pause.

      “So, what is the information you have for me?” The man’s voice was calmer now, but the Reviver spied him walking from room to room, peering out the windows. “Why did you take my phone?”

      Checking his watch, the Reviver hung up then flipped the ringer to vibrate and slipped it into his pocket. Within seconds he felt the cell vibrate against his leg, and he smiled inwardly, sensing the man’s panic.

      Just as he expected.

      The vibration stopped as quickly as it had started.

      Quietly he walked to the side of the house, careful to stay in the shadows. The cell vibrated again, and he could СКАЧАТЬ