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

His voice was curt, clipped, and all cop.
    Alexis paced the small dingy room. She couldn't bear to see the look of disapproval on his face, nor could she get the words out. Alexis changed direction and marched into the kitchen, not caring if he followed or not. She bustled around, making a pot of coffee. She needed a clear head for what was coming.
    When she surreptitiously checked on him, she found him sitting down at the old kitchen table looking around at his surroundings with interest.
    "Have you lived here long?"
    "Just under a year. Although I've been thinking about moving lately. Why do you ask?" she asked.
    He nodded noncommittally, still looking around. "Where did you live before here?"
    What was he noticing, and what was going on in his mind? She looked at her grimy walls. The walls were bare; she hadn't gotten around to putting up any personal mementos. The same dingy color covered the walls as when she'd moved in, which was probably the same color as the decade of tenants kept it before. Dull, boring, bland…and in truth, it was downright ugly.
    "I lived in a little house with a big heated greenhouse in the backyard." Her face softened.
    "With your sister?" He probed, searching her face and eyes for the truth. At her wide-eyed look, he added, "Scott told me."
    She put two cups on the table and said, her voice now tinged with sadness, "Yes, with Lissa. She was a fighter. Lived much longer than anyone expected her too, but…"
    "I don't mean to intrude…" He paused, a wry look on his face. "And I realize it must seem like I'm doing just that."
    After a moment, he added. "Try understanding my position. You're the strongest transmitter I've ever connected with. If I could understand the source of the pain you feel, then I might be able to differentiate it from a different transmission. It would also help me if you'd apply a level of control."
    Alexis kept her gaze on her cup of coffee, wishing it had something stronger in it. She could use the boost right about now. This whole conversation was too crazy. She studied Kevin over the rim of her mug. He seemed serious.
    Almost too afraid to ask, but needing to know, she asked, "Transmitter?"
    His stunned gaze pinned her in place. Disbelief oozed from his voice as he asked, "You didn't know?"
    Alexis got up and walked over to the sink, where she turned around and leaned against the counter to face him. Putting distance between them didn't help. Confused and a little apprehensive, she had to ask.
    "Didn't know what?"
    Bemused, Kevin could only gape at her. "You're one of the strongest psychics I've ever come across. And the only one, to date, who had no idea they were." At her look of total incomprehension, he added, "Look, I don't know why this is happening, but the what of it I can explain. When you feel strongly negative about something, you're actually sending out a distress signal to any receivers – psychics who can receive your signal – who are in range. That's why I called you a transmitter. You're transmitting or broadcasting emotions."

CHAPTER 5
    T ime stopped.
    A transmitter? Is that what she was?
    She rolled the idea around in her head, trying it on. Did it fit? Maybe…in some ways. But there was so much more to it than just that. Like seeing the vision of the little girl, seeing the hallway shift and even hearing the voices.
    And if she were transmitting like Kevin said, how come no one else was hearing her but him?
    Another thought struck – what about her plants? She'd thought she just talked to them. Was she transmitting when she talked to them? Yes, that made more sense. But what about her understanding of their needs, colors and even their sounds – didn't that make her a receiver, too?
    Was there such a thing?
    "Does everyone have this ability?" she asked cautiously. "Lying latent until something brings it to their awareness?"
    "Researchers say we do, but only a small fraction of the population uses it or even knows those abilities are there to be