Darque Wants Read Online Free Page B
Author: Diana Steele
again and started to clean up the dishes. “You know we could make this real simple and invite him to stay for dinner.” She beamed at her suggestion. Amber shrugged.
“Sure. Why not?’ She brushed off Bethany’s suggestion and then got up to help Bethany with the dishes. The sun was bright as usual, and she craned her neck to see if Mateo was still in the yard. Then she decided to try and relax. Maybe she should talk to Bethany now about the visions.
“So they still have no leads on the Jeffrey Holiday case. And I heard that Ginger’s mother is coming from Switzerland to help her with the kids. I just feel awful thinking of her alone in that house with three children.” Bethany shook her head. Amber’s expression changed from happy to somber.
“I wanted to talk to you. I had another vision, and I’m feeling really shaken up about it,” Amber said and then sat back down at the kitchen table. “I took a bath last night, and I saw him. But there was another guy with him. And what’s crazy is that I met the guy yesterday up by Bobo’s Guitar. He was kind of weird, but I know his wife, Rita, from dance.” Amber continued to blurt out her story, and Bethany stood back, confused.
“Whoa. Back it up a notch. Are you telling me that you’ve been getting visions about Jeffrey Holiday?” She put down the dish that she was washing and moved close to Amber. “Are you okay?” She knew that Amber could get physically and emotionally drained when she went through a period of visions. She was concerned for her friend.
“Yes. I’ve had a few. But the one I had last night was the most intense. I saw him next to this muddy pond, and he had a brown leather bag in his hand, and he was bleeding. He had been shot. And that man- the one I met outside of Bobo’s, he was the one holding the gun.” Amber felt winded and she put a hand up to her head.
“Here. Sit down.” Bethany poured Amber a glass of water. “Why didn’t you tell me all this as soon as you got here?” Bethany looked solemn.
“Well, I planned on telling you eventually.” Amber glanced over at Brodi who had fallen fast asleep on the linoleum floor.
“Okay. So go on.” Bethany sat across from Amber, her elbows on the table and her hands on her cheekbones.
“Well, that’s really it. I saw both of them in the vision, and Christopher had the gun. I can never tell for sure, just based on the vision, but something in my gut tells me that Christopher Burton is the man who killed Jeffrey Holiday.”
Bethany looked shocked. “Did you say Christopher Burton?” She leaned across the table.
Amber nodded her head and took a sip from her water. “Yes. Why?”
“Because Christopher Burton, if it’s the same guy, lives in Big Sur and owns some big art studio. I know him because we all took a trip there one day with my meditation class. They guy is kind of weird. But he seemed really nice.”
“Look, I’m not trying to accuse this man of Jeffrey Holiday’s death. But I am one hundred percent certain that he was the man in the vision, and he most definitely had a gun, and the scene was kind of grisly. Jeffrey was clearly in pain, and when he moved his hand, I could see blood all over his chest.” Amber covered her face and started to cry. “I didn’t even know him that well, but when I saw him in my mind’s eye, it was as if he were looking right at me.” Amber tried to get herself collected. It always frustrated her when she let her emotions take over, especially when she felt an obligation to help solve a case.
Bethany got out of her seat and came to Amber’s side. “Amber, you need to get some rest. It’s a lot for you to have to handle the visions that you get, so just try and let it go.” She rubbed her hand on Amber’s arm and then got up just as Tommy and Mateo came through the back door. Amber quickly wiped her face off with the cloth napkin that sat on the
“Sure. Why not?’ She brushed off Bethany’s suggestion and then got up to help Bethany with the dishes. The sun was bright as usual, and she craned her neck to see if Mateo was still in the yard. Then she decided to try and relax. Maybe she should talk to Bethany now about the visions.
“So they still have no leads on the Jeffrey Holiday case. And I heard that Ginger’s mother is coming from Switzerland to help her with the kids. I just feel awful thinking of her alone in that house with three children.” Bethany shook her head. Amber’s expression changed from happy to somber.
“I wanted to talk to you. I had another vision, and I’m feeling really shaken up about it,” Amber said and then sat back down at the kitchen table. “I took a bath last night, and I saw him. But there was another guy with him. And what’s crazy is that I met the guy yesterday up by Bobo’s Guitar. He was kind of weird, but I know his wife, Rita, from dance.” Amber continued to blurt out her story, and Bethany stood back, confused.
“Whoa. Back it up a notch. Are you telling me that you’ve been getting visions about Jeffrey Holiday?” She put down the dish that she was washing and moved close to Amber. “Are you okay?” She knew that Amber could get physically and emotionally drained when she went through a period of visions. She was concerned for her friend.
“Yes. I’ve had a few. But the one I had last night was the most intense. I saw him next to this muddy pond, and he had a brown leather bag in his hand, and he was bleeding. He had been shot. And that man- the one I met outside of Bobo’s, he was the one holding the gun.” Amber felt winded and she put a hand up to her head.
“Here. Sit down.” Bethany poured Amber a glass of water. “Why didn’t you tell me all this as soon as you got here?” Bethany looked solemn.
“Well, I planned on telling you eventually.” Amber glanced over at Brodi who had fallen fast asleep on the linoleum floor.
“Okay. So go on.” Bethany sat across from Amber, her elbows on the table and her hands on her cheekbones.
“Well, that’s really it. I saw both of them in the vision, and Christopher had the gun. I can never tell for sure, just based on the vision, but something in my gut tells me that Christopher Burton is the man who killed Jeffrey Holiday.”
Bethany looked shocked. “Did you say Christopher Burton?” She leaned across the table.
Amber nodded her head and took a sip from her water. “Yes. Why?”
“Because Christopher Burton, if it’s the same guy, lives in Big Sur and owns some big art studio. I know him because we all took a trip there one day with my meditation class. They guy is kind of weird. But he seemed really nice.”
“Look, I’m not trying to accuse this man of Jeffrey Holiday’s death. But I am one hundred percent certain that he was the man in the vision, and he most definitely had a gun, and the scene was kind of grisly. Jeffrey was clearly in pain, and when he moved his hand, I could see blood all over his chest.” Amber covered her face and started to cry. “I didn’t even know him that well, but when I saw him in my mind’s eye, it was as if he were looking right at me.” Amber tried to get herself collected. It always frustrated her when she let her emotions take over, especially when she felt an obligation to help solve a case.
Bethany got out of her seat and came to Amber’s side. “Amber, you need to get some rest. It’s a lot for you to have to handle the visions that you get, so just try and let it go.” She rubbed her hand on Amber’s arm and then got up just as Tommy and Mateo came through the back door. Amber quickly wiped her face off with the cloth napkin that sat on the