The Prophet. Amanda Stevens

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ “Why?”

       “Because you can go places I can’t enter. Talk to the people who won’t see me.”

       “No, I mean…to what end?”

       “As cliché as it sounds, I need you to help find my killer.”

       I stared at his manifestation in silence. “How is it you can do all these things—converse with me, invade my sanctuary, appear to me as though you’re still alive—and yet, you don’t know who murdered you? Shouldn’t you know? You told me once you had a gift. You said that’s why you were called the Prophet.”

       “I never claimed to be omniscient,” he said, and I thought he sounded annoyed, whether at my questioning of his ability or his current limitations, I had no idea. “I could never control the visions.”

       I could relate. I had no control over my gift, either.

       “Haven’t you read anything about my death?” he asked.

       “Not much.”

       “That’s disappointing. I would have thought after our last meeting you’d want to know more about me. You struck me as the curious sort. Or was I wrong about you?”

       That aroused a spark. “I’ve been a little preoccupied since that night. I was almost murdered myself, remember? And I have a living to make, a business to run. But…” I paused to draw another breath. “I did look you up once. There wasn’t much on the internet about you and I don’t talk to Devlin. How else was I supposed to learn about you?”

       He sighed. “I was hoping you’d be a little more resourceful.”

       I wasn’t exactly thrilled with him, either. I really wanted him to just…vanish. “In that case, maybe you should look to someone else for help.”

       “There is no one else. I searched a long time to find you.”

       That gave me pause. “How did you find me?”

       “That’s not your concern.”

       “Not my concern!” My voice hardened. “Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t look you up because I wanted nothing more to do with you?”

      Careful, a little voice warned. I’d already been the recipient of one ghost’s ire that night. It wasn’t wise to provoke another.

       He took a moment to answer. “You have a backbone, at least. That’ll come in handy.”

       “Thanks. I guess.”

       “Maybe I was a little too quick to judge you. You have to know that I have a lot riding on this relationship.”

       We had a relationship? The notion of that made me shiver.

       A neighbor walked by on the street. She gazed up at the house, then hurried on past. I saw her glance over her shoulder once. She must have thought me crazy, sitting out there in the dusk arguing with myself. I could hardly blame her. If not for Papa’s ability to see ghosts, I might have wondered about my sanity a long time ago.

       “What happened to you?” I asked with grudging curiosity. “I know you were killed in the line of duty—” I broke off. “Is it okay that I speak so bluntly about…?”

       “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

       Good. I didn’t want to have to walk on eggshells around him.

       That drew me up short again. Even my internal dialogue was starting to freak me out. How had Robert Fremont managed to slip into my life so effortlessly? How had I allowed myself to accept him so readily?

      He’s a ghost. He’s a ghost. He’s a ghost.

       I chanted the mantra to myself even as he continued to converse with me.

       “I was shot in the back,” he said. “I never saw my killer. My body was found the next day in Chedathy Cemetery. That’s in Beaufort County.”

       My gaze had still been fixed on the street, but now I jerked around in shock. Mariama and Shani were buried in Chedathy Cemetery.

       “You were a Charleston cop,” I said. “What were you doing all the way down in Beaufort County?”

       “I’m…not sure.”

       “What do you mean you’re not sure?”

       He said nothing.

       I did not like the feeling of foreboding that knotted my stomach. “I’m still not exactly clear on what it is you expect me to do.”

       “I already told you what I need.”

       “I know, but—”

       “Just listen to me. We have to act quickly. Do you understand? It has to be now.”

       His urgency took me aback. “Why now? It’s been over two years since you were shot.”

       He glanced up at the sky. “The stars have finally aligned. The players have all taken their places.”

       Could he have sounded any more cryptic?

       “Does that include me?”

       “Yes.”

       I turned back to the garden, searching the shadows. “And if I refuse to be a part of this?” Whatever this was.

       “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?” he asked.

       Now it was I who fell silent.

       “Have you not noticed the dark circles under your eyes? The sunken cheeks? The weight loss? You’re not eating or sleeping. Your energy is waning even as we speak.”

       I stared at him in horror. “You’re haunting me?”

      Chapter Three

      My heart tripped at the implication of his words. I thought of my stalker, the elusive watcher who had been dogging me for days. Now I understood my lethargy and my insomnia. Fremont’s very presence was draining me of my life force just as Mariama had siphoned my energy earlier. Or had that been Fremont even then?

       “You have to help me,” he said.

       I gazed down at my trembling hands. “I’m beginning to realize that.”

       “As soon as we find him, as soon as justice is served, I’ll leave you in peace.”

       “I have your word?” The word of a ghost. That was a new one.

       “What reason would I have for lingering?” he asked.

       I shuddered to think.

       “You said find him. If you were shot in the back, how can you be so sure the killer was a man?”

       СКАЧАТЬ