Find Me If You Dare (The Chronicles of Elizabeth Marshall Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

been her childhood home but was now no more than an empty shell of a murder scene. That was when we found the letter written by Barbara.
    The letter explained that Barbara had killed herself to protect others. She was convinced that her daughter was very dangerous, so she killed herself so her daughter would be found guilty and locked up for the rest of her life. Then there were the newspaper articles. One after another, one murder after another.
    Lisbeth wasn’t just dangerous she was possibly a serial killer.
    Before we could even react, my first instinct was to contact her doctor. I had to convince him of how dangerous she was. But my efforts were useless. She had been on a group outing with other patients at her new facility and had slipped away and disappeared.
    She was free now, loose. And she had left a frightening note on my windshield at the trailer park, letting me know that she was there, letting me know she was disappointed with me, that I had failed her. And I had. I had helped free her in a way.
    If only I’d known what a danger she was. I would have done everything I could to keep her safely locked up, where she couldn’t harm herself or anyone else.
    A beeping from my cell phone brought me back to the present. As Logan continued writing notes on the dry-erase board and making calls, I dug through my purse to find my phone.
    There was a text waiting for me that had just come.
    “Shower planning at Mom’s Sat. 10am.” It was from my sister, reminding me we were getting together this weekend to plan her baby shower. All those normal, happy family events seemed so foreign to me at the moment. It didn’t seem to connect with this bizarre circumstance I found myself in.
    I noticed the symbols on my phone for a missed call and voicemail. That’s right, I thought, my phone had rung while I was being fingerprinted. I looked at the number but didn’t recognize it. It was probably just a phone solicitor, I thought. I went ahead and dialed my voicemail just to be on the safe side.
    The voice on my voicemail was deep and masculine. There was a raw, raspy edge to it. It was sly, sinister.
    “Caitlyn,” just the sound of my name spoken by that voice sent chills down my spine, “come and find me if you dare, people will die, do you care? Park City’s just a taste . Don’t let this chance go to waste.”
    My cell phone hit the floor with a thud. Logan turned just in time to see me double over in pain.

                      Chapter Seven
                                                         
    “What is it?” Logan froze in the middle of writing on the dry-erase board.
    “Voicemail.” It was the only word I could get out. I felt as though I couldn’t move. The only thing I could do was point helplessly at my cell phone lying on the floor with one shaking finger.
    “Caitlyn?” He must have seen the terror on my face. He dropped the marker he was using and came to my side.
    “Voicemail.” I repeated. I gave myself a shake mentally and reached down to pick up the phone. I pushed the button to replay the message and all but shoved it into Logan’s hands. I didn’t want to hear that voice again. Ever. “Listen.”
    He put the small phone to his ear. His eyes widened as he listened to the message. He paused for just a moment then he was in full motion. He ran to the door of the briefing room and called down the hall.
    “Chief!” The police chief’s office wasn’t far down the hall. It took only a moment for him to appear and for Logan to start giving instructions. “Listen to the voicemail.” Logan gave him just a moment to hear the message before he continued. “Let’s see if we can get a trace on it. It was short, but we might be able to get a ping off of a local cell phone tower. See if we can find out who the phone number is registered to. I’m calling Park City.”
    Logan handed the phone off to his boss and was back at the