Garden of Sorrow (Book 4 of Psychic Visions, a paranormal romantic suspense) by Dale Mayer Read Free Book Online Page A

iced their way down her spine, sending her in search of a heavy sweater. She pulled it tightly around her. A cup of tea would be wonderful right now, but she was too scared to go into the kitchen in case Lissa was there. She didn't think she could stand to see her sister's ghost too. She'd loved her sister dearly, but seeing Lissa in ghostly form hadn't exactly been the warm bonding experience she'd so foolishly dreamed it would be.
    But it could be.
    "Who said that?" Alexis spun around as panic started to course through her. She was alone – wasn't she? "Help. Please someone, help me," Alex called out. Tears coursed down her cheeks. She brushed them away.
    She had to talk to a doctor before she lost it altogether.
    The phone rang, startling her with its piercing demand. Alexis crossed the room to stare down it warily. She picked it up. "Hello?"
    "What's wrong?"
    "Huh?" Heavy traffic noises filled her ear.
    "Damn it, answer me, Alex! What's wrong?"
    "Kevin?" God, she was so rattled she'd actually called him by his first name.
    "Who the hell were you expecting?" He snapped. "You've been calling for help out on the ethers for the last ten minutes."
    She was? On the ethers? Oh God. Alexis closed her eyes in disbelief. What was he talking about?
    "I'm less than two minutes away. Stay calm and I'll be right there."
    The phone went dead.
    How did he know where she lived? Duh. She'd given her statement to the police after the garden incident. Of course they had it on file now.
    Heavy pounding broke through her musings.
    She unlocked the door but never had a chance to open it.
    Kevin barged in. "Why the hell did you unbolt the door when you didn't know who was on the other side?" he roared, storming past her.
    The raging maniac in her living room was a little hard to understand, but his meaning was clear. Her back bristled. "And to think I actually let you in," she snapped at him, only to back up at his hard look.
    "You couldn't have kept me out. Now what the hell is going on?"
    Cold and deadly, this was a new cop persona she had hadn't met. She'd only seen him a few times and each time, he'd seemed different. His changeability had stopped her from finding a level of comfort with him. "What makes you think something is going on?"
    She moved around the living room, straightening up magazines that didn't need it. She wrapped her arms tight about her chest.
    "No more games."
    Startled, she turned to face him. "I'm not playing games."
    "Like hell you're not. I'd almost made it home when you started crying out in my head." He glared at her.
    She blinked. This conversation was beyond bizarre.
    "Let me get this straight, you came here because you thought I might be in trouble," she said slowly, watching him. He straightened as if preparing for something. And it had damn well better be to provide an explanation. She had no clue what was going on. And she needed to understand.
    "Sometimes, I hear things." He shrugged. "I've learned to listen." He studied her carefully. "That means there was something going on." He looked around at the tiny apartment. "Although what, I can't imagine." His gaze swept her from head to toe and back up again.
    "You appear to be fine physically and no one…" He swept his arm around the tiny space. "No one appears to be attacking you, so…" Again, his irritated voice trailed off. He ran his fingers through his hair instead. "I can't explain how I know, but you were afraid. I could feel it."
    That he understood she'd been afraid was comforting in a way. It disturbed her to think that he could pick up her thoughts, and from miles away. The silence stretched between them as she considered his admission.
    "I was upset."
    He sighed in disgust.
    She shrugged. Okay, so he already knew that . She chewed on her bottom lip as she considered what to tell him. Given what he'd just said, maybe he would understand. It was either that or book in with the doctor. And maybe both.
    "I don't know what's happening to me."
    "Explain."