Psychic Visions 08-Now You See Her... by Dale Mayer Read Free Book Online Page A

have sat. He stood in the doorway and studied the layout. The bed was empty. There were a few items on the floor. The closet was open. There was a gap in the hangers, with clothes on either side, indicating a large group had been removed. The dresser on the side wall had a drawer open and most of the clothing out. He couldn’t tell if the other drawers were full or not.
    There was a pair of sandals on the floor. And several likely missing from below the hangers as another gap in the long line of shoes said there’d been some there but no longer.
    He didn’t know if she’d run ahead of someone or if she’d just panicked and booked it. If she knew Tia and understood her situation, she had street smarts. Had she the instincts to hide the same way? If so, then they’d be lucky to find her.
    He walked into the bedroom and studied the open drawers. Some clothes remained, tossed into disarray. There was a night table sitting beside the bed. Using a tissue from the box on top, he pulled the drawer open to see a few personal items inside but nothing important. He glanced over the bed and realized there was a second door. He walked around the bed and pushed the door open. A small en suite with a bathtub and shower. He turned on the light. And stared. The toiletries presumably from the counter had been tossed to the floor. A pair of sandals sat on the small mat and…
    A body lay crumpled, fully dressed in the bathtub.
    A man.
    A very dead man.

Chapter 7

    T ia raced through Simone’s house, following on Dean’s heels. This didn’t make any sense. She made it to the bedroom as he stepped into the bathroom. Her heart stuttered to a stop when she heard him say, “Shit.”
    She glanced around the light disarray in the bedroom. Simone was meticulously clean. She’d never have let her bedroom look like this. And…her suitcase was gone.
    She brightened. Good. Simone had managed to clear out.
    Dean came out of the bathroom, his phone against his ear.
    “Stefan. She’s gone. There’s a dead man here.”
    What?
    Tia snuck around him and raced to the bathroom to see the folded body of a man. “Oh God,” she whispered. “It’s Brennan.”
    And heard a sound behind her.
    She spun around.
    Dean glared at her.
    As in he glared at her .
    As in he could see her.
    Shit.
    She caught her breath and waited, her eyes darting to the entrance where he spread his legs in a square stance, effectively filling the doorway. He wasn’t going to let her out. Did he know she was there or was he only guessing? He’d had wonderful hearing in the hospital. And she’d just spoken out loud.
    But he didn’t know for sure.
    She slowed her breathing down.
    “You might as well show yourself. I’m not letting you out of here.”
    The nerve of him. What did he know? This was her friend’s house he was searching. Did he have any answers – no. He couldn’t stay here all day. She’d just wait him out.
    “Stefan, your little tricky friend is here too.” Dean grinned. “At least I think it’s her. I can hear her, not see her. She’s in the bathroom with the dead man.”
    There was silence while she considered her options. She felt like a school kid caught out on a prank.
    “No, I’ve called in the police. The place will need to be gone over. So far I’m not sure where Simone is, but it looks like she left in a hurry. The question now is did she kill this man before leaving?”
    “No, she wouldn’t,” Tia muttered. “They’d been together for years.”
    “Ah, she speaks,” mocked Dean. “Did you hear that Stefan? Tia says the man was Simone’s partner.”
    Dean listened for a few more minutes. “You can make that decision. I’m not. She’s here and she’s your problem. Finding a dead man shoots my chance to get some sleep tonight. I’ll call you tomorrow if we find anything.”
    He closed his phone and tucked it into his pocket. “Why waste energy trying to hide? I know you’re here. You obviously came in my truck so stop being a