Authors: Lisa Olsen
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Genre Fiction, #Horror, #Ghosts, #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Fantasy, #New Adult & College, #Paranormal & Urban
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Thanks Mum, for all the wonderful support and comments on the first draft, they helped make this book into what it is today. Thanks to my daughter Emily, who proved to be a fantastic proof reader (with very reasonable rates).
I’d especially like to thank my husband James for pushing me to polish this one up before I jumped into the next book, and designing the cover art. Outstanding!
Despite popular belief, Lexi wasn’t a psychic. She couldn’t tell the future or produce the winning lotto numbers (or she wouldn’t
driving a beat up VW bug a year older than
). Nor was she a medium who talked to the dead
or saw ghosts
. Her talents were a
s for most people to understand; w
hat they did
was that Lexi
Morgan was a little
unusual. She preferred quirky to bat-shit crazy, but people weren’t always that kind.
, strange, none of these were new to her ears. Even for such a laid back place like
, Lexi was considered odd in most social circles. Eccentric was her favorite one
it made it seem like it was a deliberate choice to be the way she was instead of being born to a set of circumstances completely out of her control. Distracted, crazy, spooky even; those usually came from spending more than a few minutes in her company
nly after she opened her mo
Even after years of practice
it was hard to keep track of what she
and what people revealed voluntarily. While it sounded easy enough to
a muzzle on her outbursts,
time and again
she had no right to know
just slipped out in normal conversation
That very same quality
kept people calling Lexi when things hit the fan
though. When something went missing
did you call the president of the PTA? Nope, you called the weird girl
a knack for finding things. So when the call came from her sister Allison, it didn’t take much in the way of deductive reasoning to figure out that she wanted something.
The nice thing to do would have been to call her back and find out what she wanted right away. Hell, the nice thing to do would have been to answer the call in the first place, but L
exi had just mixed the perfect shade of blue for a piece she was working on in her home studio (a fancy name for the converted garage, but it suited her purposes nicely) when the call came in and she wasn’t in the mood for whatever gossip Allie wanted to talk about, even on speakerphone.
But at the third
text with “911 need u 2 come ovr fst
sent “b there soon” before setting her brushes to soak, muttering to herself the whole time
People had been begging her to help them find things
ll the way back to elementary school when it
actually considered cool to be special, as her Gran called it. Growing up she’d always been the odd duck, unlike Allison
the very epitome of the perfect older sister. Despite their differences and Lexi’s sometimes embarrassing peculiarities, the sisters
reasonably close growing up; especially after their mother’s sudden departure and the
ir move to Gran’s place
Her relationship with Allie
cooled somewhat since her older sister’s marriage to Neil Travers, even though they still lived
in the same town. Neil, (
, as Lexi called him behind his back)
easy to get along with
to keep her
opinions to herself though
or she’d never
to see her niece Chloe.
It was worry for Chloe that lent a touch of urgency to Lexi’s response,
car though the busy streets until she reached
the traffic thinned out; trees casting the winding road into perpetual shad
ow no matter the time of day.
The sun struggled to filter through the canopy of trees on the property, lending the house a darker
than the faded white paint would normally allow, giving it a slightly foreboding appearance. Or was that just her mood?
lt comfortable in the big house;
attributed that to not getting along with Neil. But now her imagination
an eerie pall to the house, as though the peeling paint was somehow something more sinister than neglect.
in the long circular driveway
, drawing a pucker of worry to her brow as she noticed the government plates. Whoever it belonged to, they were more than likely there in an official capacity since Neil worked for a software company and Allie
hadn’t worked since Chloe was born
A stab of guilt clenched her stomach into a hard little ball as Lexi hopped out of the car, each step that brought her closer to the front door filling her with a sense of dread. Had something happened to Chloe and she’d been too selfish to stop her painting to come when Alli
With a quick knock of warning,
let herself in to the old house, immediately uncomfortable as she stepped across the threshold, as though she was in enemy territory. “Alli
he called out
hoping like hell Neil wasn’t home.
“In here Lexi,” came the response from the front
room where her sister sat with a man who wasn’t her husband at all. The
held a mug of coffee in his hand, his attention focused on Lexi from the moment s
he appeared in the archway,
dark eyes scrutinizing her from head to toe and back again.
Lexi knew exactly what people thought
on first sight
. Not that her appearance stood out all that much in a city like Santa Cruz, where people came from all over the world to share in its unique atmosphere. A liberal town, it wasn’t unusual to see people running around barefoot, dressed in hippy chic or the latest in clothing made from hemp
he Hare Krishna population could walk the main thoroughfares, tambourines and all, without even
raising a brow
Her personal style was hardly outlandish by these standards; Lexi preferred to dress for comfo
rt in soft
breathable fabrics. S
he didn’t own a pair of skinny jeans or high heels. Her long hair had been through just about every hue imaginable to man over the years. Currently a respectable medium brown (her natural color) save
few blue streaks (not so much on the
side), Lexi preferred to leave it loose to spill over her shoulders, or pulled back into a simple pony tail when she was working
, as it was now
. There were plenty of artist types in town who liked to get creative with their own style. Enough so that her gloved hands often went without comment, even on the hottest summer days
, but the man’s
before returning to her face
and Lexi could practically see the wheels turning in his head
“Lexi, thank G
od you’re here, the police won’t do anything at all,” Allie’s face pinched with
as usual in kha
ki slacks and a pale
as though she’d stepped out of the pages of a Macy’s catalogue, no amount of makeup could hide the dark circles visible under her eyes.
Now that’s not what I said
…” the man set down the mug of coffee, returning his attention to
Surprised by the familiarity between them, Lexi tried to decide what was more
the fact that the
knew her sister well enough to call her Allie or the fact that the police w
there at all. “What’s going on? Did something happen to Chloe?”
“No, she’s at gymnastics.
I thought it would be better to report this when she’s not here. It’s Neil; he never came home last night.”
Lexi barely caught herself in time before she blurted out
is that all
, mashing her lips together
how long has he been gone? When’s the last time you saw him?”
“Do you mind if I finish my questions first?”
interrupted with a p
that made her suppress a smile
“Sorry, go right ahead D
“Ryan. Thank you,” he r
eplied and the name clicked in Lexi’s memory. Gabriel Ryan. Allison dated him back in high school for about a month. What an odd coincidence that he happened to be the one to respond to the call about Neil’s disappearance. If that’s what it was. Frankly, Lexi didn’t think her sister would get off that lucky. The guy was probably just sleeping it off somewhere after a boys night out.
Her interruption seemed to
the detective off of his game and he flipped back through his notebook
with a purse of the lips
before continuing his questions.
“So let’s see, where were we? Oh r
ight, did you notice if any of
his clothes are missing?”
Allison paused to consider the question for a long moment, “I don’t think so, but I should probably check a little closer
he started to rise from the couch.
“Hold on, you can do that in just a little bit, let’s finish with the first round of questions
, shall we?
” Ryan offered her a genial smile. “Do the two of you have
a joint bank account
“Yes, of course,” Allie nodded.
“Have you checked to see if any of the money is missing?”
“No, do you think I should?”
“It’s probably a good indicator a
s to whether he left on his own,
“If he did take their money, is there anything you can do to get it back?” Lexi asked, not putting it past Neil to take off with their savings
if the situation warranted it
“Neil would never do
g like that,” Allison interrupted, her eyes narrowing
of course not,” Lexi muttered, sinking into a chair. This looked like it was going to turn int
o a much longer visit than she first
intended and now she regretted not stopping for a snack before heading over.
Ryan watched the sisters with interest before returning to his line of questioning. “W
hat kind of car does he drive?
A6 that he leases, it’s ah… black and I think it’s just a few months old.”
Do you have the license number?
A pucker appeared on her forehead as Allison thought it over. “I think it starts with 2LAN… but I don’t remember what comes after that to be honest.”
“That’s okay Allie, most people don’t remember their spouse’s lice
nse plate number by heart,” Gabriel
reassured her gently.
“But the car is definitely missing too?”
I talked to his friend Larry at work; he said the lot was empty this morning when he got there.
You don’t think that he
” Allison left off the rest of the sentence
, unable to
bring herself to form the words.