Wild Sky 2 by Suzanne Brockmann, Melanie Brockmann Read Free Book Online

volume down. So I told her basically that she was SOL—”
    “Shit out of luck.” Calvin quietly interpreted the guy-speak for me, as if I didn’t already know.
    “—and to go read her creepy shit somewhere else.” Garrett crossed his arms and sat back in Calvin’s backseat as we pulled into the potholed parking lot of the low-end grocery store. “Anyway, I was only in the bathroom for two seconds. But as I’m walking back into the living room, the TV shuts off.
    “I dunno if Jilly just didn’t hear me coming—she definitely didn’t see me at first, because the couch faces the TV and she had her back to me,” Garrett continued. “But that effing TV goes black, just like that. At first I couldn’t figure out how it happened, because Jilly was still sitting on the couch, and I’d put the remote way up high, on top of the entertainment center where she can’t reach it since she’s really short.”
    As Cal parked in one of the many open spots, he glanced in his rearview, his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to Garrett.
    “But then I see the remote. It’s fricking hovering there, right in front of the TV screen. Like, in mid-freaking-air.”
    I swallowed hard.
    Garrett paused, and for a moment, there was silence in the car.
    “So yeah,” he finally said. “ That happened. And I couldn’t keep quiet. I literally said What the eff . And Jilly heard me and spun around on the couch, looking all terrified and shit. And when she did that, the remote flew from where it was hanging there in the air and went back onto the top of the TV cabinet. It freaking flew . And she did that. She made that happen with her freak-show mind.”
    “You’re certain of that?” Cal asked, because I was too busy trying not to throw up.
    Garrett nodded. “She said it was called telekinesis, and that it was no big deal. But then she kinda proved that it was , because she begged me to not tell Rochelle.”
    “Did you?” I asked, because that would certainly explain Jilly’s sudden disappearance. A mother who was an addict wouldn’t blink before selling her Greater-Than daughter to the nearest Destiny dealer—maybe in exchange for a half-year supply…? Oh Lord, poor Jilly!
    “Hell, no,” Garrett said, and I could smell that he was genuinely offended. “I was already worried that Rochelle was treating Jilly badly. I mean, yeah, she’s a pain in the ass, but she’s small and Ro’s not, and…” He sighed. “I don’t know, Jilly always pretended to be bored or tough or whatever, but I could tell from the start that she was scared of her mother or her aunt or whatever the hell. As for Rochelle, she started out a mega-bitch, and like I said, whatever yoga or Pilates workout she’s doing, it’s not only making her hotter, but it’s making her meaner, too.”
    I glanced at Calvin to find him looking at me. Rochelle was definitely using Destiny. My heart broke for Jilly, who was probably already dead.
    “So will you help me find Jilly?” Garrett asked again. He smirked a little. “Who knows, with a little luck, maybe she’ll call your cell phone and ask to be picked up, too. Like Sasha. Right?”
    I never would’ve thought dumb jock Garrett Hathaway would be the person to cry bullshit on a story that my mother and the police had swallowed whole. I was just about to deny, deny, deny, and then order him out of the car since we’d reached our designated drop-off spot, but before I could open my mouth, bullets started to fly.

Chapter Four
    I wish I could say I’d never witnessed a windshield shatter before, but I’d been in a terrible car accident a few years back, so I knew exactly what it looked and sounded like.
    There’s a weird silence that happens immediately after something like that, in which everything seemed to occur in slo-mo. I forced my mouth to move.
    “Gunshot!” I shouted, because I could see both Cal and Garrett looking wildly around, trying to process exactly what that noise was and what had just