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Chasing Shadows [Book 1]
Psychic: Brita Madison Chief of Police: James Weston Location: Williams, Arizona Welcome to Williams, Arizona, Brita Madison thought as she drove into the outskirts of the small town that had become her home over the last six months. As she neared the main part of town, she slowed down to the posted speed limit signs along this stretch of the historic Route 66. She could almost feel the excitement of those who traveled this road in years past, searching for their dreams, whether they awaited them in the east or in the west. Brita's dream had brought her to this spot along the highway of dreams. She had been looking for a town where she could recapture the peace and quiet of her west Texas home. After her parents died, she had moved to Flagstaff, Arizona, thinking it would be an adventure, a fresh start in a town where people weren't as judgmental. Instead, the voices of the living and the dead haunted her day and night. With so many people coming and going, living and dying, all of which intruded on her psyche, Flagstaff proved to be too much for her. There was no respite. Unwilling to return to Texas, desperation had brought her to the small town of Williams, where the voices had reduced to a low thrumming noise, which she had largely been able to ignore. She had finally found a measure of tranquility, she thought as she turned onto the narrow dirt road leading to her log cabin, her retreat. Tossing her keys on the table after bringing in her packages, Brita headed toward the kitchen, intent on a cup of hot cider. Pulling a cup down from the shelf, her hand began to tremble as a familiar, but dreaded, sensation passed through her, and she heard the muffled noise of the cup crashing against the counter. |
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"No!" she cried out, but it was no use. The shadowy images filled her senses like she was in a tunnel, unable to see anything but obscure images flashing quickly by. There was no context. She could not tie them to anything that made sense to her. She could make out a woman's face, but it was upside down, making it difficult for her to register a clear image.
As quickly as it began, it was over, that is, everything except the powerful emotions that had flowed through her from this woman. Fear, sorrow, hope. She slid down the side of the kitchen cabinet until she reached the floor. She wrapped her arms around herself, frightened by what she knew was coming. It seemed that her reprieve was short-lived.
As quickly as it began, it was over, that is, everything except the powerful emotions that had flowed through her from this woman. Fear, sorrow, hope. She slid down the side of the kitchen cabinet until she reached the floor. She wrapped her arms around herself, frightened by what she knew was coming. It seemed that her reprieve was short-lived.
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Open Missing Persons Cases: 23
Note: Must narrow down to those matching profile of Route 66 Killer. Preliminary Autopsy: Inaugural Case Sharp Force Injuries Neck Stab Wounds Chest/Groin Rape Sexual Mutilation |
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Chief of Police James Weston's Personal Notes:
Lorianne Davies: After discovering Lorianne's body, my forensic technician and I could not find any evidence at the dump site or the abduction site. Lorianne is the same woman about whom Brita Madison had that strange vision, seeing black ooze flowing over her. Is she involved? Is it possible that she is psychic? If I go down that road, I could be laughed out of the department. If I don't, I have no idea how to proceed when I have no evidence. If I don't take advantage of every tool at hand to find her killer, I may as well hand in my shield. This is going to be either a short or a bumpy ride...
Lorianne Davies: After discovering Lorianne's body, my forensic technician and I could not find any evidence at the dump site or the abduction site. Lorianne is the same woman about whom Brita Madison had that strange vision, seeing black ooze flowing over her. Is she involved? Is it possible that she is psychic? If I go down that road, I could be laughed out of the department. If I don't, I have no idea how to proceed when I have no evidence. If I don't take advantage of every tool at hand to find her killer, I may as well hand in my shield. This is going to be either a short or a bumpy ride...