I don’t post as nearly as often as I should. I’m so sorry about that! Although, in my defense, summer is harder for me to get things done as my kids aren’t in school. My son takes up most of my time. He loves being outside and playing baseball, which I don’t mind because I LOVE baseball!
So Thirteen Days Gone releases on October 15, and while I know that is still a ways away, I think it’s time we start doing a countdown. Because why not?! I love countdowns. You know I do! We only have 8 weeks until it releases. That seems so far away, but it’ll be here before we know it! Look at how the summer went. Soooooo fast!
8 more weeks until…
“Three days ago I had a vision. A murder.”
Well, shit. Talking about crimes—that was the worst one.
“Okay. When did it happen?”
She frowned. “It hasn’t happened yet.”
Right. A vision. She saw things happen before they happened.
“Well, when does it happen then?”
“In a little over a week. On next Friday.”
Today was Monday. So he had time to stop this from happening. If he chose to believe her. He jotted down the timeframe anyway.
“Do you know who the killer is?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t see his face.”
Moving on from that.
“How about who the victim is?”
“Oh, yes. That one is easy. I am.”
He looked up from his notepad, surprised to see her looking calm and collected than from a few moments ago when she appeared agitated and ready to flee. For someone who envisioned their own murder, she was way too calm.
“You’re going to be the murder victim?”
“Yes.”
He set his notepad and pencil down and leaned forward. Her chair was further away than when she originally walked in but she still leaned away from him.
“You’re joking, right?”
“I don’t joke about my visions.”
“Have you ever seen your death before?”
She shivered, bothered by the question. “This would be the first time.”
“And you didn’t see the killer’s face? How about anything else to help identify this person? Anyone you’re having problems with lately? Boyfriend, perhaps?”
“I did not see the man’s face. I saw his hands though, they were white. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt. I can’t give you a description of him because it’s as if I saw it from his point of view, not mine. I don’t have any problems with anyone. I rarely leave the house. Most things I get delivered to my house and I never have a problem with whoever is delivering. No boyfriend or husband.”
“How do you die?”
Another shiver touched her body as her gaze swept to the floor. “He…he rapes me first then strangles me with a tie. It’s dark in the room as if the power is out, but the tie is black with tiny red hearts on it.”
“Ms. Yarrow—”
Holstrom made the mistake of touching her hand to offer comfort, grazing a small portion of the skin on her wrist. Because the dejected way she sat, as if her fate was already sealed was too much to handle.
She hopped up from her seat, her eyes widening in shock. “I have to go. I don’t have anything else to help you with, but I felt like I should tell someone.”
Then she darted out of the room, gliding between chairs and desks with a skill that said she had perfected how not to touch anything as she moved.
Very odd woman.
Now that she ran away from him, he’d have to pursue.
Because he wasn’t one to let anything slide. Even if he didn’t believe her, he’d do his due diligence.
She wasn’t dying on his watch.
(Copyright © 2024 Amanda Siegrist)
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