Surrendering:Regent Vampire Lords Novel(8)

By: K.L. Kreig

Down boy, down. She’s a potential witness, for Christ’s sake.

“It’s difficult to explain, Detective. I don’t really…know Sarah Hill, per se.” She quickly glanced down at the table and back up to him. Pausing for a moment, she continued. “I’ve been…well, seeing her…um…in my dreams.”

He just stared at her for long moments, replaying over and over what she just said.

Shit. She was a nut case. And here he thought he might have a solid lead. Or a possible lay. Wrong on both counts.

“In your dreams.” Not a question, a statement. “Exactly what does that mean?”

She fidgeted in her chair but held his gaze. “I know it sounds far-fetched. Crazy even. But please hear me out. I can assure you, Detective, I’m not crazy.”

That was questionable. However, he nodded for her to continue. Again, she quickly flicked her eyes to the table and back up at him before she spoke again.

“This particular set of dreams began about three weeks ago or so. I…I didn’t see Sarah in them until just a little over a week ago. I didn’t even know it was Sarah until just the other night when I saw a missing person’s story on the local evening news. I knew then that I had to come in and talk to the police.”

He didn’t believe a word she said, of course, but he’d pretend to listen to her story and then send her on her way so he could get back to the real job of finding his friend’s missing daughter. That was his only priority. Not any other case and certainly not his dick.

“Go on,” his deep voice encouraged her.

She took a breath and continued. “Well, as I said, it’s difficult to explain, but I see her. I can see that she’s being held in a dark, plain room with a cement floor. Cement walls. There’s a door, but no handle on the inside and a faded blue-and-white striped thin mattress, no sheets. She’s not tied down, but she’s asleep a lot. A couple of times she’s been awake in my dreams and…she calls out like she thinks someone is there. It’s like she senses me, but I don’t know how she possibly can.”

She paused again, biting her full, pink lower lip. Breaking eye contact and looking down at the table, her voice softened and he had to strain to hear her.

“I thought it was just a dream. A horrifying, inconceivable nightmare. Huge men, that I can only describe as predatory, preternatural even, visit her cell. They draw her blood; they give her shots of something. I think they drug her to keep her sleeping most of the time. They’ve performed exams—female exams—on her while she’s unconscious.”

She swallowed, visibly shaken, and her fair skin seemed to pale even more.

Oooookay. Enough of this shit. “Okay. So where exactly is she being held?”

Kate looked into his eyes and shook her head, like she expected this doubt. “It doesn’t work that way, Detective. I only see what the dream lets me see. I’m sorry, but all I can describe to you is the cell where she’s being held. I can try to describe the men that I’ve seen with her as well.”

“Can you describe Sarah? Anything unique about her?” He needed to end this. Right now.

“Well, it’s very dark. And of course I’ve seen her picture on the news as well, but she has reddish blond hair, pulled back in a messy ponytail. She’s only in white panties and a white cami.”

A witness identified her as wearing a turquoise sweater and dark skinny jeans. Shit, she was really whacked. Just his luck. He was just scooting his chair back to escort Ms. Martin out, when the next thing out of her mouth stopped him cold. It felt like ice water was just shot into his veins.

“I can also see she’s wearing a silver horseshoe necklace and she has a cross tattoo on her right shoulder blade.”

Goosebumps broke out all over his body. Sarah had a silver horseshoe necklace. She loved horses. It was a high school graduation gift from her parents and they said she never took off. And she did have a tattoo of a cross, in memory of her younger brother who died of leukemia at the tender age of eight. But none of those details had been released to the public.

As their eyes locked, she whispered, “Sarah’s not the only one missing. I’ve seen others. Held at the same place.”

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