Lingering Touch: The Summer Park Psychics, Book 3 Read Online Free Page B

time.”
    “It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before. Sit down.”
    Finn paused, already halfway back out of the room. He looked at their faces again. Very unhappy. Nervous.
    “What is this, an intervention?” Finn laughed.
    Neither of them smiled.
    “Something like that,” Dad said. “Sit down. Please.”
    If he hadn’t added that “please” at the end, Finn might have balked. But the strain on their faces was too much for him to walk away from. He sat across from his dad.
    “What’s going on?”
    “That’s what we’d like to know,” Dad said.
    “What do you mean?”
    Dad tapped his finger on the table. “You aren’t taking cases. You’re not looking after yourself.”
    Finn shook his head and started to rise. He did not have it in him to deal with this right now. Dad reached for his hand, but Finn jerked it away. It was too dangerous for them to touch at the moment. The last thing Dad needed was to see the messed-up thoughts in Finn’s head. Since they shared the same psychic abilities, Dad would be able to read Finn in a heartbeat.
    “Son, I know you’re still having nightmares.”
    “Yeah, so you know it’s not a good idea to touch me right now.”
    “Tommy.” Daphne’s quiet voice cut into the conversation, reminding them that they had an audience and shouldn’t just let each other have it.
    Dad leaned back and took a deep breath. “I’m not trying to read you. Yet. But I’m getting close.”
    He didn’t need to see the nightmares that were plaguing Finn or feel the hopelessness that grew every day. He wasn’t sure his dad’s heart could take it. If they touched, Finn wouldn’t be able to hide the darkness he was struggling with. He wouldn’t burden his dad with that knowledge. Not when they’d almost lost him a few months ago.
    Anyway, whatever this was, it would pass. It had to.
    He thought about the nightmares—of the woman chained to the wall and being tortured. The woman whose awareness Finn shared during his dreams. He felt every shuddering breath, every stab of the needle. He could feel death surrounding him. Every night, he saw her killer’s face.
    It was too late for Finn to go after the guy. The serial killer known as Michael Angelo had not only been caught but killed. That case was solved, but not closed. Not for Finn. He had no idea why this one victim’s memories were so firmly implanted in his mind. He didn’t even know who she was.
    On good days, when he felt like he might be able to accomplish something, he tried to find out more. He was amazed at how little media coverage there had been after Michael’s murders were discovered. Usually, serial killers were all over the papers, reporters swarming the story and splashing it on every TV screen they could reach. Not even the local media had run with the story. It had been buried.
    Finn had learned more from Garrett, who had been at the scene when the cops arrived. Elsa and Rachel, two of Garrett’s other friends, had both been targeted by the killer. Bad move on his part. The pair had teamed up and taken him down—permanently.
    Good for them.
    They both had considerable resources. Elsa could probably buy and sell Dad’s bar a dozen times over. Rachel was both rich and the daughter of a powerful lawyer. The papers weren’t shy about her dad’s upcoming political campaign. In a town as small as Summer Park, the local papers couldn’t afford to piss him off by plastering pictures of his daughter next to a serial killer.
    Garrett was torn up over the whole thing and sketchy on the details. Finn knew that Dante, the guy Garrett had originally thought was a threat to Elsa, had been hurt pretty bad. Finn had cleared Dante as a suspect when Garrett first became aware that someone was after Elsa.
    Finn’s investigation had revealed that he and his dad weren’t the only people in Summer Park with special gifts. Summer Park was a happening place for psychics.
    Garrett was supporting Elsa as best he could, and now that