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That’s what happened to Rebecca Brennan. Her dreams and visions link her to another person. At first it was pleasant, feelings of accomplishments, pride, sometimes melancholy and contentment. But when danger began to invade her dreams and she started to feel actual pain, she was bound and determined to find out who shared her mind. Her search takes her to a quaint Victorian town filled with interesting people and puts her life in danger.
She grabbed Jeremy’s arm, pulled back, and knew he sensed it, too.
He nudged her aside, pushed the door open, and waited for a second, though it felt like hours. Crouching low, he looked inside.
She peered into the darkened room, gasped at the disarray. Her clothes strewn everywhere, and her suitcase lay opened on the bed.
Jeremy grabbed her hand and raced to the office. She ran to keep up with his long strides.
Ignoring Ethan, Jeremy punched in a number on his cellphone. “Sally, this is Jeremy. I’m at Ethan’s place. Get the chief out here now, along with the fingerprinting crew and photographer.”
Ethan stared open mouthed.
Jeremy turned to Ethan, flipped the phone closed, and began questioning him. “Who was in Miss Brennan’s room?”
Ethan’s mouth dropped open wider. “What? When?” he barely sputtered.
Jeremy paced the office, walked to the door, and spun around to Ethan. “You didn’t see anyone go into Miss Brennan’s room?”
Ethan shook his head. Poor man, Rebecca thought. His face drained of color. She thought for a minute he was going to pass out the way Jeremy interrogated him.
Within minutes, sirens sounded, and the hotel crawled with police carrying equipment, heading toward her room. Jeremy slammed the door behind him as he ran out to meet the chief.
Rebecca stayed in the office with Ethan while the police went through her room. Not that he said anything. The poor man looked to be in total shock. Although he did mumble to himself while he stared out the window. Rebecca could hardly make out what he said. Something about strangers coming to town and disrupting a peaceful existence.
Jeremy came back an hour later, her suitcase in hand. “You’re coming to my place.” It was a statement, not a question. Rebecca knew arguing wasn’t an option.
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