Cold White Fury by Beth Amos

Author:Beth Amos
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: suspense, ghosts, paranormal, medical thriller, chilling
Publisher: Beth Amos

Chapter 11

When Jennifer woke, she was startled to see that it was dark outside. “Where are we?” she asked, rubbing her eyes and trying to focus on the countryside.

“In Massachusetts. We just passed Boston. Maine is about an hour-and-a-half from here.”

“Lord! I must have been more tired than I realized.”

“You were snoozing pretty good,” Eric admitted.

“You were snoring, Mom.” Tanner said from the back seat, obviously amused.

“No I wasn’t,” Jennifer protested.

“You were. Ask Eric.”

Jennifer looked over at Eric. He smiled wickedly and wiggled his eyebrows. “It was a really cute snore,” he said.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Great,” she muttered.

“Feel up to stopping for something to eat?” Eric asked. “It’s after eight.”

“I am hungry,” Jennifer said, hearing her stomach grumble at the mention of food.

“Well then, that settles it. Although Tanner and I had decided to mutiny if you said no.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

Eric smiled at her and Jennifer was struck by how handsome he looked. She felt a warm rush inside her chest, accompanied by a tiny thrill of hope. Maybe this whole nightmare would go away. If she tried just a little, she could almost imagine this was just a nice vacation away and not a frantic flee for their lives.

She studied Eric’s profile as he drove. She liked his face, liked the way his cheek dimpled when he smiled, liked the way his hair hung down over his forehead, liked the way his eyes sparkled when he teased her. Obviously Tanner liked him, too. She thought of Evan then, and realized that though she liked him well enough, and thought him attractive and strong and independent, there was no real emotion there. The thought of never seeing Evan again didn’t bother her much. The thought of never seeing Eric again made panic rise in her throat like bile. Curious. She sighed heavily. What a lousy time to be falling in love, she thought.

They polished off two pizzas, filled up the gas tank, and were back on the road inside of an hour with Jennifer driving.

“Where in Maine are we headed?” Eric asked, no longer able to contain his curiosity.

“Portland. Actually, we’re going to an island off the coast near Portland.”

“An island? As in taking a ferry and all that?”

Jennifer nodded.

Tanner said, “We’re taking a fairy? You mean like Tinkerbell?”

Eric choked out a laugh. “No,” he said chuckling. “That kind of fairy is f-a-i-r-y. This one is f-e-r-r-y. It’s a big boat that carries cars across the water,” he explained.

“Cool,” Tanner said. Scotch barked, apparently to confirm Tanner’s sentiment.

Eric and Tanner played a game of license plate poker for a while, then Eric went in search of a radio station. He finally settled on an oldies station and they drove into downtown Portland to the sound of old Beatles’ tunes.

Jennifer pulled into the ferry station a few minutes before eleven. A large schedule board above the ticket office told them they had five minutes before the last trip of the evening. Jennifer borrowed a phone book and, after finding her mother’s name listed, bought a ticket for Granite Island.

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