Dangerous Dreams: A Dark Romantic Thriller (Beautiful Nightmare Book 1) by Abbie Roads

Author:Abbie Roads [Roads, Abbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abbie Roads
Published: 2023-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

The truck’s headlights blazed across the road, the parallel yellow lines a hypnotic path leading Xander home. About time. The day had gone in the shitter the moment Kent showed up with Camille way back in the morning. After that, there was the hour to get all the paperwork for his new truck completed, then a three-hour drive across the state to visit the trailer and question Simon Smith, then three hours back to question William Goodspeed.

And the only thing he learned was that Isleen had no connection to Simon Smith or William Goodspeed.

Which meant she was likely dreaming about the crimes. And researching that kind of shit—dream phenomenon—was the reason Gale and Dad had established the Ohio Institute of Oneirology in the first place.

The carved bear totem at the top of the hill came into view. The thing had stood there for centuries and yet always looked good as new, like someone had just applied fresh coat of lacquer. Xander had passed this carving his entire life and yet somehow had never really seen it until a few days ago when he’d been compelled to drive across Ohio to find Isleen. For the majority of his life, he’d consciously ignored the totem because of his father. The thing represented all that was wrong with his dad—that his father believed in some secret legend more than he loved his son.

He saw the bike—flat black paint, skull on the tank—before he saw Lathan. What was the dude’s obsession with the totem?

Xander whipped the truck over to the shoulder to get some answers.

Lathan was a statue in the headlights, unmoving as the truck bore down on him, almost like he dared Xander to plow right through him. It reminded him of what he must’ve looked like standing in front of his truck, holding Isleen’s body—primed and ready to confront death head-on—when the crazy bitch tried to mow them down.

The truck skid in the loose gravel before coming to a halt. Xander leaped out of the vehicle.

Lathan just stood there, looking at Xander with flat, expressionless eyes. Paired with the tattoo on his cheek, they made him look like an escapee from a maximum-security prison. Not someone you’d have a friendly chat with in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere.

“Hey, man.” Xander raised his hand in a half wave. “What’s going on? Why do you keep stopping here?” His voice was loud compared to the murmurings of night sounds.

Lathan’s heart rate tweaked a bit, then settled back to normal. He gave Xander a hard stare. Not an if-looks-could-kill stare, but more of an apologetic look. He didn’t say anything. And the frequency connection didn’t open. Didn’t fucking open.

One of the universal rules of Xander’s ability was that when he asked a question, a person’s brain couldn’t help but answer. He waited. But Lathan gave a big, fat doughnut hole of nothing.

Okay. There was definitely a level of not-normal going on. Not that Xander was the poster boy for normal consultants.

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