Touching the Past by Ilene Kaye

Author:Ilene Kaye [Kaye, Ilene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Suspense
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2014-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Zac looked around the Grande Ballroom of Saginaw’s Four Points Hotel. He hadn’t been sure what to expect of the psychic fair, but it wasn’t this. Tables had been set around the paneled room. Some held books. Others were covered with cards. Crystal rocks and statues filled other velvet-covered tables. Despite the heavy rain and high wind gusts outside, the fair seemed well-attended. There was a waiting line at every table, and more people wandered about the room.

Behind the tables, women in sweater ensembles and jewel-toned blouses and men in suits read tarot cards, charted horoscopes, and worked numerology patterns. Eyeing them, Zac wondered which ones Beth, Daniel, and Kim had visited. A check had confirmed all of the participants at this fair had been present at the earlier Midland one, but which ones his missing persons had visited was anyone’s guess. There was also the possibility that the vendors had nothing to do with the disappearances at all. Someone attending the fair could have taken them.

Zac punched his thigh. If he only knew what the connection between the three was, he might be able to narrow it down.

“Hey.” Mallory brushed his fist, her hand warm. “You okay?”

“Am I okay?” He raised his eyebrows. “You’re the one going into a room full of psychics.” He waved a hand. “And whatever, trying to look into their pasts to see a kidnapper, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” He shook his head. “Are you okay?”

She gave him a half grin. “I’ll admit, I’d rather be doing almost anything else, but I can handle it.” She turned to look at the room, lifting her shoulders. “Really.”

It sounded as if she was trying to reassure herself as much as him, but Zac didn’t press it.

She was an incredible woman. She didn’t have to do this. After listening to her explain how using her ability affected her, he didn’t understand why she even was doing it. She should have thrown him out when he came to her. She should have told him to drop dead. But she hadn’t. Instead she was helping him.

I was waiting.

The memory of her voice when he’d called her that night made his blood run hot. He’d hesitated about doing it, the rational part of him arguing there was no reason to let her know the domestic dispute gone very bad had been resolved successfully. She’d see it on the news. She was probably asleep. He’d be waking her for nothing.

But the part of him that wanted to hear her voice again was speed dialing her number before he’d known he’d made a decision.

I was waiting.

Resolutely he pushed the memory of the words and their effect on him away as he looked at the woman beside him. This wasn’t the time or the place. He had a job to do. Three people to find and reunite with their worried families. But afterwards—

He cleared his throat. “How about you take that side of the room.” He nodded to the right. “I’ll take the other side, and we’ll meet in the middle.

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