In Death 31.5 - Possession in Death by J. D. Robb

Author:J. D. Robb
Language: eng
Format: epub

She got lost. She would have deemed it impossible, but she couldn’t find her way. The streets seemed too crowded, too confusing, and the blare of horns when she hesitated at a light had her jumping in her seat. Frustration turned to sweaty fear that ran a snaking line down the center of her back. Battling it back, she ordered the dash navigator to plot her route, then gave in and put her vehicle on auto.

Tired, she assured herself and closed her eyes. Just tired. But there was a lingering unease that she was ill—or worse.

Need a boost, she thought, nearly shuddering with relief as she arrived at the morgue. She’d grab a tube of Pepsi at Vending, down some caffeine. Maybe even choke down a PowerBar because, Jesus, she was starving.

What was wrong with the air in here? she wondered as she started down the white tunnel. The lights glaring off the tiles slapped into her eyes and made them ache. It was frigid, an icy blast after the heat of the summer night. Yet under her chilled skin her blood beat hot, like a fever raging.

She headed for Vending, digging into her pockets, her mind on food and caffeine. A woman sat on the floor beside the machines, her face in her hands, weeping.

“I’m scared. I’m scared,” she repeated. “Nobody sees me now.”

“What’s the problem?” As Eve crouched down, the woman dropped her hands. Her face, livid with bruising, shone with shock and what might have been hope.

“You can see me?”

“Of course I can see you. You need medical attention. Take it easy. I’m going to get someone, then—”

“It’s too late.” Tears ran down the swollen face as the woman dipped her head again. “Look what he did to me.”

Eve froze as she stared at the gaping wound on the back of the woman’s head, at the dried blood matting the hair, soaking the blouse.

“Hold on. Just—” Eve reached out, and her hand passed through the woman’s arm. “Jesus God.”

“It was Rennie.” Sniffling, she pushed the heels of her hands through the tears.

“What are you? What is this?”

“I don’t know, but I have to tell somebody. It was Rennie,” she repeated. “The bastard. He was mad at me ’cause I helped Sara get away from him. He must’ve followed me from work, and when I was in the park, he was just there. And he yelled and he hit me. He kept hitting me, and I couldn’t get away. Nobody came to help. Nobody saw, and he hit me and hit me, and I fell. And he picked up a rock and he killed me. It’s not right. What am I going to do now? I’m scared to be here. I’m scared to be dead.”

Eve couldn’t swallow, could barely breathe. “This has to stop.”

“Rennie killed me.”

The woman—the hallucination—held out her hands. Tore them up, Eve thought in some cold part of her brain. Tore them up when she fell, when she tried to crawl away.

“He killed me, and now I won’t ever get married or eat ice cream or buy new shoes and have drinks with Sara.

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