The Removed [Book #2]

It's been a month since the three hunters and Terry's death. Vivian, Graham, and Julia, along with Lewis, have been staying at the Miller house. There has been little news on the missing girls, leaving Vivian to wonder if she should find them.

Then something happened that changed everything.


#1 - BOUND


6. Remy

I hadn't been gone an hour and I had more papers piled on my desk when I opened the door to my office. I shut it behind me and sighed. This whole missing girls case and gone from bad, to worse, to disastrous in a very short time.

Before I even sat down, there was a knock on my door. It opened and a woman with long brown hair entered. She sat down across from me and I got a good look at her face: she was young, maybe a teenager, and she looked anxious. But that wasn't the first thing I noticed.

She blinked her multicolored eyes at me and exhaled. Then she said, “My name is Vivian Ashmore, and I can help you find those girls.”

I stared at her, grabbed a pad and a pen, and leaned forward. “Slow down, miss. How can you help an investigation as big as this?”

She glanced at the name plate at the front of my desk.

“Detective Boyd,” she said softly, “I can help because I know where the girls are. I mean, I know how to find them.”

I shook my head. “That's not possible. None of us having any leads. We don't know where the two bodies came from. So how could you?”

She smiled slightly and tugged at the sleeve of her sweatshirt ― it seemed like a nervous gesture, something I was familiar with.

“I have premonitions.”

Okay, I wasn't expecting that at all. I think I hurt her feelings, because I started laughing. She frowned at me, her eyes narrowing.

“I'm not lying,” she muttered.

I sobered quickly and said, “I'm sorry but I don't believe in things like that. I think you just want to make yourself useful, why ever that is.”

If she had been my daughter, she would have thrown something at me for saying that. She looked positively furious that I had not only laughed at her, but not believed her as well. Slowly, she reached across my desk and snatched the pen from my hand.

She twirled the pen between her fingers. “If I prove it, will you let me help?”

Jesus, she was persistent. But I nodded anyway.

She smirked and closed her eyes, concentrating. Then she said, “You got this pen from a woman. An old girlfriend.” She opened her eyes and frowned. “She died a few months ago.” She set the pen down and it rolled away from her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

I wanted to tell her it was okay. She wasn't the only one who didn't know. I had a lot of demons that I didn't want surfacing.

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