Perfect Nightmare by John Saul Read Free Book Online

to take Lindsay out for some air.” She looked at her watch. “Oh, good Lord, she must be starving—look how late it is!”
    “Why don’t we find a little place for some lunch?” the raven clattered. “I can make a few phone calls—maybe find something even better than this—and we can all get a bite.”
    Lindsay tugged at her mother. She didn’t want to have lunch with this woman. All she wanted was the Thai cabbage salad she’d been promised. Then she wanted to go shopping and to forget moving to the city. She struggled against the tears now threatening to overwhelm her. “Mom, please?”
    As if she’d read her daughter’s thoughts, Kara nodded, then glanced at Steve. “We’ll see you downstairs.”
    The elevator was crowded again, and Lindsay’s queasy stomach began to escalate into an anxiety attack. She felt hot and clammy at the same time, and steel bands seemed to be tightening around her chest, making it hard to breathe. As the elevator crept downward, she felt the strange heat rise up through her chest and her neck and into her face, and when the doors finally opened on the ground level, she was unsteady on her feet.
    She dropped onto a bench in the foyer and leaned against her mother, who sat down next to her.
    “What’s the matter, darling?” Kara asked, her brow creased with worry. “Are you sick?”
    “I’m hot,” Lindsay said. She picked up her mother’s hand and pressed it to her face.
    “You’re burning up,” Kara said.
    But already the flush was starting to pass. “No, I’m going to be okay,” Lindsay assured her. “I just needed to get out of there.”
    “Then we’ll just relax here for a few minutes and wait for Dad. Okay?”
    Lindsay nodded, closed her eyes and silently prayed for some kind of miracle that would mean they could just stay in their house and never have to go through this again.
    “Did you like this place?” Kara asked. “It certainly seems to be the best thing we’ve seen—close to the subway, and close to a very good school, and not too far from your father’s office.” She paused, then added, “And we can afford it. Barely, but we can make it.”
    Lindsay hardly heard the words, a single thought filling her mind: “Are people going to be going through our house like this?”
    Her mother looked puzzled. “Well, of course they are. At the open houses next week. Why?”
    Lindsay’s eyes widened and she paled. “I don’t want anybody in my room,” she whispered. “And I don’t want to move. Can’t we just forget about all this and go home?”
    Kara hugged her close. “I wish we could,” she said. “But you know we can’t! Come on, sweetheart.” Turning so she could face Lindsay, she tipped her daughter’s head up and looked into her eyes. “It’s a new chapter, Lindsay. A new adventure. I know it’s scary, but you’ll get through it! We’ve had a wonderful life out on the Island, but we’ll have a wonderful one here, too.”
    “But I hate all these places,” Lindsay whispered, her voice breaking. “I hate the city.”
    “You’ll grow to love it. Trust me.”
    But as the elevator dinged and her father came out with Rita Goldman and a flood of other people, Lindsay knew it wasn’t true. She hated the city now, and she always would. “Someone already made an offer on this place,” she heard her father say, sounding disappointed. “And it’s been accepted.” Lindsay immediately felt better.
    “Timing is everything,” she heard the agent say. “I’ll do a little more research, and now that I’ve got a better idea of what appeals to you, I can zero in. We’ll keep looking until we find the place that’s just right.”
    “Thai salad,” Lindsay whispered to her mother.
    “Thank you so much for your time,” her mother said as her father shook the agent’s hand. Rita Goldman swirled her black coat like a pair of wings, turned and swooped out of the building with a promise to be in touch soon.
    “We’ll find something