A Vision of Murder by Victoria Laurie

Author:Victoria Laurie
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror & Ghost Stories
ISBN: 9781101088128
Publisher: PENGUIN group
Published: 2010-05-29T21:00:00+00:00

On the drive home Dutch said, “Nice job.”

“She needed to hear it.”

“I know, that’s why I’m tellin’ you, nice job.”

I gave him the full grill and kept driving.

“That, however, does not mean I’m going to let you out of my sight now that I know Jean-Luke’s got you as his next target.”

My left side felt heavy as he said that and I turned again to look at him. “Whaddya mean?”

“It’s obvious after you’ve been attacked twice that Jean-Luke’s got you in his sights.”

Again my left side felt thick and heavy. I shook my head from side to side and replied, “No . . . it’s not me he’s after.”

Dutch looked askance at me and said, “You could have fooled me.”

“I know what it looks like, but that’s not syncing up with my radar. Jean-Luke’s got someone in mind, but it’s not me. And there’s a connection to the box that we found, but for the life of me I can’t figure out what he’d want with it.”

“He must have been after the notebook inside.”

Again my left side felt thick and heavy. Again I shook my head and said, “Nope—wrong again.”

Dutch sighed, exasperated, and asked, “Well, then what’s your spidey-sense telling you he’s after?”

“Not sure . . .” I said as a picture began to form in my mind. I followed the image and watched as a familiar swallow circled the puzzle box and landed on top. The swallow then began to tap on the crest etched into the wood. I blinked as I focused on the road for a minute, finding it hard to concentrate on my driving because of the intensity of the image swirling in my mind. “Hold on,” I said and pulled into a fast-food restaurant.

“Awesome,” Dutch said as we rounded into Burger King. “I’m starved.”

I smiled as I pulled forward into a space. He didn’t know about the image in my head. “Why don’t you go in and get us something to eat,” I said. “I need to make a few notes about something.”

“Radar buzzin’?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“Here,” he said, handing me his notebook and pen, “use this if you want. I’ll be back in a few,” and with that he got gingerly out of the car.

“Don’t eat the fries before you get back!” I called as he shut the door. My boyfriend’s idea of “sharing” a meal involved wolfing down his own french fries before making it back home, then resorting to pinching half of mine.

Dutch smiled and saluted, then limped into Burger King. After he walked away I closed my eyes and focused again on the image playing inside my head. Again I saw the swallow flying in a circle above the puzzle box, and coming to a rest on the lid. The bird tapped three times on the crest, stopped, then tapped three more times.

Weird . . . I thought and jotted down the image. I vaguely remembered the crest on the top of the box. It had something to do with an eagle holding a rose with a shield in the background.

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