Deadly Forecast A Psychic Eye Mystery by Victoria Laurie

Deadly Forecast A Psychic Eye Mystery by Victoria Laurie

Author:Victoria Laurie
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781101614198
Publisher: An Obsidian Mystery
Published: 2013-07-01T21:00:00+00:00


T-Minus 00:40:32

“M.J.!” Gilley squeaked, tugging on her arm as Dutch’s car sped away from the two handcuffed police officers. “I have a really bad feeling about this!”

“Quiet, Gil,” she replied, trying to hold Brody’s attention, but it was too late. His eyes had just lifted to the rear window and when M.J. looked behind her, she could see the cops were already on their feet and being helped by Brody’s friend. They’d be after them in a minute.

“And I have to pee!” Gilley squeaked as Dutch’s black sedan squealed round the corner.

“Quiet!” Dutch barked. M.J. could see the tension on his face in the rearview mirror. Next to him Brody sat stiffly. The kid was scared. It was wafting off him in waves.

But then he blinked and seemed to focus. “The fight you’re talking about wasn’t between my mom and Margo,” he said to M.J. “It was about some guy who came into the shop right after my mom bought it, and he said she owed him some money, but my mom said that he needed to go see Margo about it. He didn’t believe that she’d just bought the shop, and he scared my mom so bad that she called Margo and told her to watch out for this guy ’cause he was, like, crazy or something.”

“Who was this man?” M.J. asked. Brody’s mom was filling her mind with the sense that this was the man that they needed to find in order to save Abby.

Brody shrugged. “I don’t know. But I do know where Margo’s new shop is, if you want to go ask her. It’s not far from here.”

“It’d be faster if we called,” Candice said.

Brody turned in his seat. “I’m really sorry, but I don’t know the name of it. I just remember Mom taking me there when it opened. It’s not far from here, I swear.”

“Point the way, kid,” Dutch said, punching the accelerator even before Brody could give him the first set of instructions.

M.J. eyed the clock on the dash. Already they’d lost three whole minutes. She had a terrible feeling that they weren’t going to find Abby in time, and, by the same token, she couldn’t imagine what would happen if they did. Could they remove the bomb before it exploded? How the hell were they going to save her with only thirty-some-odd minutes left?

Candice seemed to be thinking the same thing, because when M.J. looked over at her, she could see her lids closed and her lips moving. She was praying. And then her eyes snapped open and she had her phone out again. “Brice?” she said above the squealing of tires as they took another turn too tight. “Listen to me. I don’t have a lot of time to explain. I’m with Dutch. Abby’s only got thirty-seven minutes left. We’re on our way to get a name, and we think it could be the name of the bastard we’ve been hunting for. When I call it in, you’ll need to put every resource you have available to finding this son of a bitch.



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