Be on the Lookout by Tyler Anne Snell

Author:Tyler Anne Snell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

A fist broke through the coffin’s lid just as Kate’s body floated to the bottom. She focused on it, inches from her face, as cracks from the new hole spiderwebbed through the rest of the lid. Slowly, and then with startling speed, the water began to drain upward and out of the coffin.

Kate kept her focus on the fist, still balled, even as she coughed, gasping for air.

“Who are you?” she asked once she could breathe again.

The fist finally opened into a hand that reached out for her, beckoning her to take it. So she did.

It pulled her from the coffin with ease, shattering the lid and leaving the horrors behind. Its warmth guided her through a moment of darkness before she was standing, naked and wet, in a warehouse.

The warehouse.

Kate wanted to turn to see if her savior was behind her but couldn’t move. All of her attention was at the end of a room in the distance. People were standing, backs to her, all looking at the person in the center.

The person hunched over in a chair.

Kate’s feet slapped against the cold concrete, but didn’t make a sound as she walked toward them. That room. That person. She couldn’t remember what they had to do with her. Why she was there.

She needed to finally find out.

She needed to remember.

Kate stopped among the people gathered around the person in the middle. Even though she was so close, she couldn’t make out who it was. However, the faces around her she had little trouble recognizing.

Jake, tall and in his FBI uniform, stood closest to her, eyes never leaving the person in the chair. Next to him was Greg, smiling like he always did, a silver case in his hand. Her father was there farther back. He was young and upset. She couldn’t remember why.

“Kate, we shouldn’t be here.”

Able to finally turn around, she saw a little girl holding a little boy’s hand. The girl didn’t care about his warning. She looked through Kate at the woman in the chair.

The woman.

Terror and anguish collided in her chest as she remembered where she was.

When she was.

And who the woman was.

Kate turned and was suddenly kneeling in front of her.

“Mom?”

The rope around Cassandra was tied so tightly to the chair that at first it appeared as if she was sitting up on her own. Her hair that she’d always worn back in a ponytail for work had fallen out of its holder and covered half of her face. The other half was covered in blood, still dripping. Her eye was swollen shut and there was duct tape across her mouth.

Kate stumbled backward just as the little girl walked forward. Her eyes were wide, glazed over. With shaking little hands, she reached for the tape and took it off.

“Mom?” she whispered.

The little boy started to put his arms around her when his focus caught on something in the corner.

“Dad?” he yelled, dropping her hand and running out of view.

Kate didn’t watch—instead she looked back at the girl.

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