Message of Murder Trilogy Complete Collection by Dawn Merriman

Author:Dawn Merriman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-02T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Gabby

The bath water burns my feet as I step in. I jump back out of the tub, splashing water on the bathroom floor. Chester cocks his head at me from his perch on the back of the toilet.

“Out of practice on this relaxing thing,” I say to the cat and turn cold water on to balance the hot.

I wait naked and shivering for the water to be just right. My nerves jump in my chest. I’d rather go for a run to calm them, but darkness falls early this time of year and it’s blustery outside. Running alone in the dark and cold holds no appeal, so I settle on a hot bath.

With the water just right, I sink in. The heat embraces. I take a deep breath and lean my head against the back of the tub.

Chester jumps from his perch on the toilet back to the wall of the tub. He reaches a curious paw at the water.

“I thought cats didn’t like water.” He reaches again, almost slips, but catches himself.

I laugh at his antics and the stress seeps away. I close my eyes and think about Addlynn. I really want to return to the hospital, sit with her and see more of what happened.

The new guard at the door will no doubt send me away on orders of Lucas and Dustin. But they can’t stop me from thinking.

The muffled ring tone of my cell filters through the closed door. “Crap on a cracker, I left my phone in the other room,” I say out loud. “Chester, will you go get it?”

Chester continues to lick his now wet paw.

I ignore the phone and sink lower into the water, replaying my visions for the millionth time, hoping to see a clue I missed.

The cross tattoo on my forearm tingles.

I rub it hard to make it stop.

It continues to tingle.

“I know I should be there with her, but I’m not allowed,” I yell at the tattoo. “Just leave me alone.”

The tattoo begins to sting. I listen for the silent nudge that normally tells me what I’m supposed to do. No message comes.

My arm tingles painfully and any hope of relaxing disappears. I sit up hard, splashing water at Chester who jumps away in an angry huff. I cup water in my hands and splash my face.

I need to get out.

The still warm water gurgles down the drain as I turn out the light and go to my room to get dressed.

I’m anxious and angry as I slip on soft pants and a hoodie, preparing for a long evening of frustration at not being able to help.

My cell beeps. I have a voice mail waiting. I check the screen, expecting to see Preston or Grandma’s number. The number is unfamiliar. I play back the voicemail and search for fuzzy socks in the pile of clothes tossed on a chair in my room.

“Uh, hi, is this the psychic woman?” a man says on the message. I prepare for something vile, some mention of freak or witch.

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