Visci (Soul Cavern Series Book 2) by Venessa Giunta

Author:Venessa Giunta [Giunta, Venessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Visci - Soul Cavern Series, Book Two
Publisher: Fictionvale Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-03-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen: Jenny

Jenny parked in the same spot she had when she’d first come to Helen’s place. Jorge’s small pickup truck sat in the driveway, and he was taking the porch steps in one bound.

Jenny got out of her car and hurried over, right as Jorge was unlocking the door. He met her eyes, looking grim.

They tumbled into the house together.

Everything looked perfect, just as it had been the first time she’d been here. The silence deafened her though.

“Helen?” Jorge called, cutting through the quiet.

“If she texts me asking me where the hell I am, I’m gonna feel stupid,” Jenny whispered.

Jorge began moving through the downstairs, occasionally calling Helen’s name. They found nothing.

“I have a terrible feeling,” Jorge said as they mounted the stairs.

“Me too.”

Helen’s bedroom was decorated in pale yellow and dark blue. A high queen-size bed took up one wall, and a natural wood armoire graced another wall. The thick carpet underfoot dampened their steps. The room was immaculate.

To Jenny’s right, the bathroom door sat ajar. Something tiny and square and black lay on the floor just inside.

“Hey.” She still whispered but had no idea why. No one was here. She went to the door as Jorge turned to her.

Jenny picked up a small plastic fob with what looked like a red button. It’d been smashed. She turned it over in her hand.

“Shit.” Jorge came behind her. When she glanced back, she saw him looking into the bathroom over her shoulder. Then she looked up.

The room looked like a tornado had come through. A towel rack hung halfway off the wall, the coral towels in a heap beneath it. The shower curtain had been torn down, exposing a giant jetted tub. On the counter, a stoneware bathroom set lay strewn, the lotion dispenser cracked and oozing pearly white liquid onto the granite countertop.

“Shit,” Jenny echoed quietly, the plastic in her hand forgotten.

Jorge snatched it from her. “Oh no. Where did you get that?”

“It was on the floor. What is it?”

“Shit, shit, shit!” The forlorn look on his face scared her more than the disaster in the bathroom.

“Jorge! What is it?”

He reached into his collar and pulled out a corded necklace. On the end hung a plastic piece just like what she’d found, except his was intact.

“It’s a panic button. Once we realized people were disappearing with regularity, Zoey set each of us up with one. If we hit it, it sends a text out to all our phones with our GPS coordinates.” He looked around the room. “She must have been in the shower when they came. Maybe it was on the counter.”

That would explain how it was shattered on the floor.

“I don’t understand though,” Jenny said. “Is she one of the ones who disappeared? Or was she taken because of what we are doing?” What were they doing?

Jorge shook his head. “She’s a full, so…”

When he didn’t finish, she followed that thought. The fulls who disappeared were never found. Always women.

She looked at him. “What do we do?”

“I don’t know.

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