Extra Sensory Deception by Allison Kingsley

Author:Allison Kingsley [Kingsley, Allison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780425271384
Amazon: 0425271382
Barnesnoble: 0425271382
Goodreads: 20694856
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2013-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

Fighting the panic threatening to overwhelm her, Clara struggled to her feet. She couldn’t leave the beach without knowing what had happened to Tatters. Even if she stayed all night. Maybe he would swim back with the tide. Maybe he was out there, struggling to fight the surge of water taking him out to sea.

She took a step toward the water, then paused as she heard a faint bark. It seemed to have come from somewhere behind the rocks. Could it be?

Hope spurring her on, she tore up the sand toward a crop of craggy rocks. The barking was louder now, and she was almost certain it was Tatters. Her lungs ached and her ragged breathing made her voice hoarse as once more she shouted his name.

This time his bark answered her, and she heard the words in her head. Help! Over here!

She scrambled around the rocks to where a patch of sand lay between the boulders. Tatters stood with his legs spread apart, tufts of hair in a ridge down his back. Lying in front of him was a man. Someone she recognized. “It’s all right, Tats,” she said quietly. “He’s a friend.”

“Thank the good Lord,” Marty Pearce said, sounding a little strained. “I thought your dog was going to attack me.”

Tatters, quiet now, sat down on his haunches. Thanks for nothing.

“What happened?” Clara hurried over to Marty. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I guess. I tripped over a rock. Twisted my bum leg.” He held out his hand. “Give me a hand up?”

Clara grasped the calloused hand and tugged.

Grunting, Marty climbed to his feet. “I was trying to get up when this hound came bounding in here barking his head off. I was afraid to move in case he lunged at me.”

“He would never do that,” Clara assured the clown. “He was trying to attract my attention by barking, that’s all. He was trying to help you.”

“Oh.” Marty sent a wary glance at the dog. “Well, thanks.”

Yeah. Well, okay.

Clara looked down at Marty’s leg. “Does it hurt much? Can you walk?”

“I guess so.” He tested his foot and grimaced. “I might need some help, though.”

“Here.” She offered him her arm. “Where’s your car?”

“Up on the road, just a little ways down. When the show ended, I figured I’d take a stroll on the beach before I settled in for the night. Should have known better than to try it in the dark.” He winced as he hobbled alongside her. “I might as well have gone down to the tavern again.”

Her arm jerked under his. “You were at a tavern last night?”

He paused for just a second or two, as if he were surprised by her question. “Yep. There was no show last night, so a bunch of us went down there.”

She tried to calm her voice. “I bet that was fun. Which one did you go to?”

“Er . . . Wally’s Pub, or Terry’s Pub, something like that.”

“Harry’s Pub? Out on the coast road?”

“That’s the one.” He sounded out of breath as they climbed the steps.

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