Not yet. That was in the next act, the next story.
She closed her eyes and listened. Was that the wind … or something else?
“Kendra.” Lynch’s hand was on her shoulder. “Why are we here? Why were you determined to come to this godforsaken place?”
“Not because I wanted to be here.” Her eyes opened. “But Chatsworth said that Colby was always talking about me … and the gully. Always the gully. And I remembered when I was Skyping with Colby he mentioned the gully and said it was important.”
“And you thought that Colby might be here?”
“I didn’t know. It might have been some kind of twisted message to me. It’s not really reasonable. Colby wouldn’t have had time to be running all over the state. And tetrodotoxin has a lingering effect in most cases. He probably wouldn’t have the strength to even get out of bed for a little while. If I’d reasoned clearly, I wouldn’t have panicked and come here.”
“But you did panic.”
“Because he’s not like anyone else.” She moved still closer to the rim of the gully. “He’s Satan Incarnate. And he might force himself to get out of a sick bed and come down here to torment me.”
That sound …
It was the wind. It had to be the wind.
But that wind breathed of Colby and carried the scent of death and those kills that had been here in this foul gully.
“He’s not here,” Lynch said. “You’ve gone through hell for the last few days, and I don’t want to see you hurting like this. Let’s go home, Kendra.”
She nodded. “In a minute.”
“Now.” His hands fell on her shoulders, and he turned her to face him. “If Colby wanted you to come here, we’re not going to satisfy the bastard by staying and brooding.” He cupped her face in his two hands and looked her in the eyes. “We’re going to ignore him until we’re ready to go after him, then we’re going to skin him alive. Okay?”
“How … violent.” Yet his harshness was sending a surge of warmth and comfort through her. She was not alone. If Colby was out there, she would not have to face him by herself. She dropped the rock on the ground. “But then it’s natural that you would be ready to confront anyone who—”
“Hush.” He kissed her, hard. “No more analyzing my motives or telling me what I want or don’t want. Accept or walk away.” He kissed her again and drew her back from the gully. “But I’d probably follow you. Now can we go home?”
“It’s your home, not mine.”
“Correction. Until Colby is no longer a factor in either of our lives, you don’t get more than a few yards away from me. Look what happens when you do. I told you once that I had your back. I can’t do that long-distance.”
And she didn’t want to leave Lynch. Not yet. She wanted his touch, his humor, his strength. She didn’t know where they were going after tonight, but he was her anchor in this storm. “I … guess I could stay at your place a little longer. After all, it won’t be forever.”
“No?” He smiled faintly. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?” He stepped back and picked up the stone from where she’d dropped it. “You won’t need this.” He reared back and threw the stone as far as he could. She heard the stone hit the canyon wall. “When the time comes, I’ll find you another weapon that will be much more efficient.”
“I’ll find my own weapons.” Once more, she moved away from him to the gully’s edge.
The wind was still moaning.
Death was still here.
Together with memories of horror that would never leave her.
And the fear that the monster was hovering close.
All of those sensations and emotions were still as alive as they had been moments before.
Yet everything was different now. She was different. She had let Colby and the shock intimidate her, and it had taken Lynch to jar her back to sanity.
The memory of the term Colby had carved on his chest returned to her.
Mereor?
Screw you, Colby.
I’m the one who is going to win.
She turned and moved back toward Lynch.
“Finished?”
“No. Not finished.” She impulsively stood up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss. Why not? She wanted to do it, and Lynch had been entirely too much in control of their situation. She might not be sure where their relationship was going, but she had no intention of having a passive role. Then she strode toward his car. “Watch me. I’m just beginning.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
IRIS JOHANSEN is the New York Times bestselling author of Live to See Tomorrow, Silencing Eve, Hunting Eve, Taking Eve, Sleep No More, What Doesn’t Kill You, Bonnie, Quinn, Eve, Chasing the Night, Eight Days to Live, Blood Game, Deadlock, Dark Summer, Pandora’s Daughter, Quicksand, Killer Dreams, On the Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, No One to Trust, and more.
ROY JOHANSEN is an Edgar Award—winning author and the son of Iris Johansen. He has written many well-received mysteries, including Deadly Visions, Beyond Belief, and The Answer Man.
Iris Johansen and Roy Johansen have together written Close Your Eyes, Shadow Zone, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder.
ALSO BY IRIS JOHANSEN AND ROY JOHANSEN
Close Your Eyes
Shadow Zone
Storm Cycle
Silent Thunder
ALSO BY IRIS JOHANSEN
Live to See Tomorrow
Silencing Eve
Hunting Eve
Taking Eve
Sleep No More
What Doesn’t Kill You
Bonnie
Quinn
Eve
Chasing the Night
Eight Days to Live
Blood Game
Deadlock
Dark Summer
Quicksand
Pandora’s Daughter
Stalemate
An Unexpected Song
Killer Dreams
On the Run
Countdown
Blind Alley
ALSO BY ROY JOHANSEN
Deadly Visions
Beyond Belief
The Answer Man
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously.
SIGHT UNSEEN. Copyright © 2014 by Johansen Publishing LLLP. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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First Edition: July 2014