The Unseen 5 by Graham Heather

Author:Graham, Heather [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Suspense, Fiction
ISBN: 9780778313298
Publisher: Mira
Published: 2012-03-27T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

For the first time, Logan felt the extreme emptiness of his house when he returned to it.

The fire had died down low. Silence surrounded him.

He’d wanted her to stay. He couldn’t remember when he’d wanted to spend the whole night with a woman and wake up beside her.

“I really should get a dog, shouldn’t I?” he said.

Of course, no one answered.

He walked into the kitchen and began picking up the remnants of their dinner. As he rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, he thought of the way Kelsey had looked when she was in his kitchen and the way she’d looked in the shower, and then in his bed.

He groaned as he walked back into his bedroom. The sheets were still damp. The faint, ethereal scent of her cologne or soap or maybe just the woman herself seemed to hover in the air, and it was going to make sleep difficult.

He wanted to feel guilty. He hadn’t merely had sex. He’d had great sex.

More than that—he’d cared.

That was why he should feel guilty.

But he didn’t feel the corrosive pain he usually did. He tried to analyze himself. He knew Alana had loved him. She’d really loved him, the way he’d loved her.

And she would honestly want him to be happy. That was a revelation, although it shouldn’t have been.

Ah, but what was happy?

He told himself that right now, happy would be discovering that he was being effectual in stopping the murders that had occurred beneath his nose.

But as he lay there, he was oddly at peace.

“I will get you, you bastard,” he said aloud.

And he would, or die trying.

But he found that he could close his eyes, and that sleep would come, and that he could allow it. Because he would start again in the morning.

Hours later he woke suddenly, and he did so with extreme dread.

Kelsey.

Her name pounded in his head. He bolted up.

* * *

Kelsey didn’t know what time it was. She didn’t know what she’d heard, but she was wide awake.

There was…something. A sound that had wakened her from a deep sleep.

She opened her eyes in the darkness but made no sudden move. She’d left her Glock on the bedside table where she could grab it in an instant.

When she did make her move, it was swift. She sat up and reached for the gun, staring into the darkness.

“I’m armed, and I’ll shoot,” she said, and she meant it.

But her only answer was the ticking of the old-fashioned alarm clock. She leaned over and switched on her light. Shadows seemed to slide back into the walls.

There was no one there. She rose, always careful about the placement of her back, and walked quietly to the bathroom. The shower curtain was closed; she wrenched it open with her left hand. No one there, either.

Perplexed, she headed back into the room. It wasn’t so large that she couldn’t see every corner of it. Nothing stirred. She listened to the hum of the air conditioner, and wondered if it had kicked on, awakening her.

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