1420136658 by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels [Michaels, Fern]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-09-14T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Goebel skidded to a stop in front of the rundown apartment complex. “Man, this doesn’t look like the best area in town,” he remarked, stating the obvious as he climbed out of the SUV.

Sophie, intent on the mission she still hadn’t a clue about, jumped out of the SUV, scanning the numbers on the building. In the dark, she could hardly make out the numbers. “Goebel, shine that cell phone light you have on these buildings,” she instructed as she weaved through the plain block structures.

He removed his iPhone from his pocket and clicked the app with the brightest light ever. Shining it back and forth in search of the correct building number, he followed Sophie as she continued to zigzag through the complex.

“Here,” she shouted when she came to number 6378. “Upstairs.” She hurried up the metal staircase to the third floor, in search of apartment 55-E.

As soon as she’d located the right apartment, Sophie banged on the door so loudly, Goebel’s ears rang. When no one came to the door, she pounded even harder.

“Sophie!” Goebel whispered.

“I don’t care,” she shot back. “I need to make sure they’re all right.” She banged on the door a third time. “If you’re in there, open up! I’m a friend of Abby’s.”

Nothing but silence.

Sophie turned away from the door, unsure what to do next. She’d been led here by her psychic abilities, even though she’d yet to receive a message of any kind telling her just exactly what the problem was. Again, she wished Madam Butterfly, her old friend and a mentor of sorts, were still alive to give her guidance.

“Are you sure this is the right apartment?” Goebel asked.

Sophie took the slip of paper, on which Abby had written the address, from her pocket. “It’s sixty-three seventy-eight, apartment fifty-five-E,” she read aloud. At a loss, Sophie turned to her husband. “What now?”

He wrapped her in his arms. “I’m not sure, Soph. This is your show. Maybe you’re just getting the wrong signal. Maybe it’s another kind of . . .” Goebel searched for the right word for their current dilemma. “Situation.”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “Okay. Then what next? Do I leave here, or do we hang out like some Peeping Toms or lurkers, waiting for her to come home? I can’t figure out why I’m not getting any clear images. If this woman is in the kind of trouble I felt earlier, then she’s toast.” Sophie stepped out of her husband’s embrace. “I don’t like this, not one little bit.”

“We can wait in the car if you want. Hang around, see if she comes home or anything else happens.”

“Toots is going to slice my tits off for not hosting the Christmas house tonight. I did try to call, though.”

Goebel gave a dry laugh. “I don’t think Toots would object, especially if there’s something going on with this woman. She’d be the first one to tell you to get your ass in gear and find out what’s going on. You know better than that.

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