Sand Witches in the Hamptons (9781101597385) by Jerome Celia

Author:Jerome, Celia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin USA
Published: 2012-09-13T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

I had a mission. Matt had a microscope.

Harris didn’t understand why I wanted to go home to drop the dogs off. “I thought we were going to check other beaches. Maybe go out in a boat to look at the shore from another angle.”

“There’s a chop to the waves.” Maybe a ripple, but my stomach did not do well in rougher water than a Jacuzzi. “The dogs don’t go on boats, if that’s what I decide to do.” I held up the bag of sand. “First I want to look at this stuff up close. I know there’s a microscope at the vet clinic. They check for worms all the time.” Yeck. “I’m sure they keep it sterile.”

Harris glanced at the bag. “You think you can find something the epidemics lady can’t? She’s got labs and scientists and the latest technology for testing something that sure looks like sand to me.”

“Yeah, they’re not talking to me.”

Harris pulled as far away on the passenger seat as he could get from me, in case I sprouted horns and tail. “Please do not tell me you hear voices like Carinne. Lou should have warned me.”

“Not exactly.”

“How not exactly?”

Before I had to answer, we arrived back at the house. We bypassed the alarms, made sure the dogs had water and Susan still slept. Harris checked his monitors for anything suspicious, then we were off again. He wanted to take his car now that we had no dogs, and I let him. I was too nervous to argue, and Susan could sleep all day until time to go back to the restaurant.

I gave directions. And directed my heartbeat to stop fluttering. I needed to use the scope, that’s all.

“Turn here.”

Matt’s SUV sat in the parking lot at the animal hospital, so maybe they hadn’t left yet. “Drive around back to Matt’s house.” A black Lexus gleamed in the carport there.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered. We left the car at the house and walked back to the clinic.

“If you don’t hear voices, how do you communicate with . . . with whatever you befriend? I know you’re a Visualizer, but no one ever says what that means.”

“I draw pictures, like how you’d try to connect to someone who doesn’t speak your language and hand signals won’t work. You draw objects. The rest is hard to explain. Especially since I don’t understand half of what goes on. I think they do all the work, if they choose to. These guys aren’t choosing. But you never told me what you do.”

“Yes, I did. I’m a bodyguard.”

I stopped walking. “There’s nothing unexplained about that. You could be in the Secret Service or some private security thing, not working with Lou and DUE.”

He picked up a small rock from the edge of the driveway. “Here, throw it at me.”

“No, I can’t do that.”

“You have to, so you know how safe you are.”

I lobbed the rock at him, softly so he could catch it without getting hurt.

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