Deadly Vision by Kris Norris Read Free Book Online Page A

We’ll get him.”
    Gil sighed as he revved the engine and pulled into traffic. “Keep on saying that. Maybe you can make it come true.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “Hi, Fallon. I thought you had another day off?”
    Fallon shrugged her shoulders. She’d intended to take a few days off, but the dream had gotten her so worked up, she’d figured the best way to kill the images was to immerse herself in work. So she’d accepted another overtime shift. “Just doing my part to help out.”
    “Well it’s crazy over in the southwest precinct. Seems they found another body.”
    Fallon stiffened. She’d called back the other day, but her address had turned out to be a beauty salon, minus any dead blondes. “What body?”
    “You know, that serial guy… what’s the press calling him… the minister or something. He’s killed a bunch of women in Olympia and Tacoma. I guess he’s moving north. Seems he killed another girl over on the south side a couple of nights ago. Boys said the scene was pretty gruesome.”
    Fallon felt her stomach heave and the blood drain from her face. “Where? Where did they find her?”
    “On Mortimer Street. 915 I think… an old gospel church. Hey, Fallon, are you okay? You don’t look so good? Maybe you should take the day off after all?”
    Fallon heard the words, but couldn’t seem to speak. 915. She’d mixed up the numbers, or he had. Either way, the image had been real. She backed away from the desk, panic rearing inside her. This couldn’t be happening, not again. The visions…
    “Fallon? Aren’t you going to sign in? Fallon…”
    Fallon muffled a scream as the scene played in her head again. The woman, draped across the altar, her hair matted with blood. Spiral lashes covering her body, dripping blood onto the dark wooden floor. And the cross… it was so intricate. All curves and whirls. It must have taken hours to carve into her skin. Had the girl still been alive?
    She covered her ears, a ragged cry echoing in her head. She didn’t know if it was hers or the woman from the dream, but it was the last thing she heard before she hit the floor.
     
    * * * *
     
    “No. You aren’t coming into work for a week, and that’s final!”
    Jane’s voice was strong and firm, and Fallon knew there’d be no debating it. “I’m fine, Jane, really.”
    “Oh, is that so? First you answer your cell as 9-1-1. Then you start calling in anonymous tips, and now you pass out at the desk. I don’t quite see how that measures up to, ‘fine’.”
    “I had a headache and stood up too fast, that’s all,” insisted Fallon.
    “Nice try, girl, but I know for a fact you never even sat down.”
    “Technicalities.” She paused. “Hey wait. How did you know about the tip?”
    “I have my ways,” said Jane, with a tone so smug Fallon wanted to reach through the phone and wipe the woman’s smile right off her face. “Look, you’re one of our best operators. But if you don’t take some time for yourself, you’re going to burn out, and then where will I be?”
    “Glad to see you’re so worried about my future.”
    “You know what I mean. Take a week. Go out on a date. Get yourself laid…and not necessarily in that order.” She paused, and Fallon wondered what her friend was thinking. “Um, Fallon? That tip you called in. Wasn’t it on Mortimer Street?”
    Fallon tensed. She wasn’t sure how she was going to explain that to anyone without ending up locked up on the psychiatric floor of Harborview. “Yes,” she said, trying not to sound too nervous. “I believe it was.”
    “Wow. That’s the same street they found that girl. Kind of creepy if you ask me.”
    “Look, Jane…”
    “Sorry. My mind is made up. I don’t want you anywhere near the station for at least a week. I’ll check in with you on Wednesday, and see how you’re doing. Oh, and don’t forget the barbeque on Sunday. Brad brought Jackson by last night. The guy’s hot. And he’s into all those extreme things you do, so