The Complete Colony Series. Lisa Jackson

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      “Let’s start over,” Hudson said to Becca. “You saw an image of this note burning and you think it was sent to Glenn.” He was still holding the damning piece of paper in his fist and he was confused as all get-out. So far, it had been one helluva night. First the fire, then Glenn’s death, and now Becca’s visions or whatever you want to call them about a note he’d received just today.

      “No, Hudson,” she said, her voice taking on an edge. “I don’t think it. I know it.”

      “Fine. Then there were two of them.”

      “At least.”

      “Yeah, at least.” He wanted to know what this meant. Needed to know.

      She’d examined the message and then placed it on her coffee table, shrinking away from it as if it were poisonous. He felt a little repelled himself. Who had sent the note? Jessie? He couldn’t believe that. Wouldn’t.

      “Why?” he asked.

      She shook her head and walked into the kitchen.

      He followed her as she heated some water for decaf herbal tea or something equally innocuous in her microwave. Her dog had decided Hudson wasn’t worth the fuss and had settled into a round little bed in the living room. Ringo was now snoring softly.

      “There has to be a reason I got one and…Glenn got one.”

      “Maybe Jessie wants some of us to know she’s alive,” Becca said.

      “You don’t believe that any more than I do.”

      “I know, but—” The microwave dinged and she retrieved her cup, then dunked the bag of aromatic non-tea into it. “There has to be a reason. This isn’t just happening all of a sudden, after twenty years. Everything has to hinge on Jessie and those bones at St. Elizabeth’s.”

      “So, why me? Why Glenn?”

      “Maybe there are more,” she said and stared at him.

      He felt it, too. That they were being manipulated. “Someone’s got a sick sense of humor.”

      She tossed her tea bag into the trash. “Who?”

      He thought of everyone connected even vaguely to Jessie and couldn’t think of a soul. “And why? I’m just not buying that someone’s getting his rocks off by trying to freak us out.”

      “Maybe we should go to the police,” she said, testing the hot brew in her cup.

      “And tell them what? I got a note and you ‘saw’ one that was meant for Glenn? If the police get involved, they’re not going to accept that you just ‘saw it.’”

      “They’ll think I wrote the note,” Becca concluded. She walked back to the couch and sank into the cushions.

      Hudson shook his head. “I don’t know what they’ll conclude, but calling McNally now might create more problems than it’s worth. Becca…” He trailed off, sounding uncomfortable.

      She glanced up at him.

      “Could you have seen that note to Glenn? Somehow. And then just recalled it?”

      There it was. His disbelief. She felt a flicker of anger and frustration even though she knew he would feel this way. What did he know of her really? How could he just go on trust? “No.”

      “Then you need to make up a story before we go to the police, if we decide to go to the police. Say you saw it on his desk or something.”

      “Great. Lie to the police. Like I’ve got something to hide.” Becca clasped her hands together so hard her knuckles hurt. Why had she said anything to Hudson? Trusted him? “Maybe Scott knows about it.”

      “You think Glenn showed it to him? Wait. Maybe Scott got one, too. Why should Glenn and I be the only ones?” Hudson was instantly in motion, yanking his cell phone from his pocket and scrolling through numbers. “What about The Third, or Zeke?”

      “It’s three in the morning, Hudson.”

      He snapped his cell shut, almost in anticipation of her words. “You’re right. I’ll check with them tomorrow.” He gave her a studied look. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

      She nodded her head and couldn’t help but grin. “That’s the first good idea you’ve had all night.”

      “All morning,” he corrected. “Come on.”