Authors: Chris Redding
She slipped into a closet she knew sat by the front door while Zach asked to see Dolores.
“You’ll have to go yourself, I need to make copies of this paperwork and ours is jammed. Just stay until I get back so I can log in your visit,” the attendant said before pushing out into the hallway.
Grace came out of her hiding place. Zach’s gaze studied her. “Last chance to change your mind.”
“I won’t Zach.”
He kissed her as if he wouldn’t see her again, then she walked into the cold storage room.
Pausing before Dolores’ door, Grace drew in a deep, steadying breath. “Here goes,” she said to no one.
She rolled open the drawer and uncovered Dolores who must have been expecting her. Without hesitation, the dead woman grabbed Grace’s hand and spoke.
The colors swirled and Grace held onto her sanity with a nail. Where would she end up this time?
Chapter Thirty
Zach pulled up in front of Dolores’ house as she stood talking to a stranger. Something about the petite woman seemed familiar, but he didn’t think he’d ever arrested her at all. But when he was a cop he came in contact with all sorts of people.
The blond woman smiled at him as if they’d met, but he still couldn’t place her.
“I’ve already rented the place,” Dolores said as Zach walked towards them.
“If I may be nosy, is the man’s name Mark?”
Dolores’ jaw dropped open for a moment, but then she shook off her surprise. “I’m not sure that’s your business.”
“Do you know this Mark person?” Zach asked.
“Yes, I do and I think he’s trouble,” the woman said with such conviction Zach had to enquire.
“How do you know him?”
“We’ve been friends for years.”
Zach frowned and ran a hand through his hair. “Lovers’ spat?”
“No, we’ve never been that way.”
“Then why do you think he’s trouble?”
“This is Grace, by the way, Zach.” The phone inside Dolores’ house rang. “I’ll get that.”
Zach turned his attention to the beautiful woman in front of him. Her concerned look had his protective instincts surfacing.
Her eyes were a magnificent green, her hair a striking white blonde.
“I think he’s going to kill Dolores.”
He took a step back. “Kill? Did he tell you that?”
“No, and I can’t explain how I know.”
“You have to tell me how you know. You can’t go around accusing people of murder especially when there hasn’t been one.”
She frowned, brushing a hair out of her face. “I know things before hand.”
He stopped his eyes from rolling. “A psychic? I don’t believe.”
“Then you’ll just have to trust me.”
“So when is this murder going to take place?”
She shifted on her feet. “In the next two days.”
“Your sources can’t give you an exact date?”
“No, it’s changed.”
She stopped talking as if she’d said more than she wanted. Her hand covered her mouth.
“What’s changed?”
“Never mind.” She reached into her purse and produced a card. “Dolores is about to tell you she’s pregnant. If I’m right or wrong, call me.”
She bounced off down the street to an older sports car. He fingered the card as she drove away from him.
***
Grace knew who the caller would be when her phone rang.
“So she’s pregnant?” she said even though she knew the answer.
She walked back and forth from her dresser to a suitcase with the phone tucked under her chin. If the place was going to burn she might as well be ready.
“There are a dozen ways you could know that.”
“Name three.”
“You could work for her ob/gyn.”
“Not with HIPAA regs these days.”
“You could just know. Some women do.”
“I’m not an empath.”
“I’m out of ideas, but I’m sure there is a logical explanation. Just because I can’t think of it now does not mean it doesn’t exist,” said Zach.
“We could go around like this for days. Why don’t we prevent a murder? You need to find out who Dolores’ tenant is. I’ll bet his name is Mark Handon.”
“Whoa, I need more details before I go off half-cocked. How do you know this guy?”
“He’s a friend.”
“Then why don’t you know for sure he’s there?”
She hated to admit this. She didn’t want to think Mark had anything to do with her troubles. They’d been friends for such a long time. “He didn’t tell me, but I don’t know why.”
“Why would he kill Dolores?”
She frowned at her folded clothes, then settled on the bed. “I haven’t figured that out yet.”
She could hear his breathing and maybe even the wheels in his head, too. His hand was probably going through his hair.
“Are you free tonight?”
“I work.”
“A dinner break?”
“Not always possible,” she said.
“Where do you work?”
“I’m a medic for the hospital.”
“I’ll pay you a visit.”
“Our office is in the back, by the morgue.”
“I’ll be there.”
***
Not a date, but Zach would take it.
Something about Grace intrigued him. Maybe what attracted him was her combination of strength and fragility. Dolores was fragile, but only when she chose to be.
And lately Zach had been going for independent, strong women. Ones who didn’t really need him and his penchant for being a knight. Would Grace even let him save her? And from what did she need to be saved?
He never answered the question as he pulled into a parking lot beside the hospital.
A squat man with a day’s growth of beard lurked at the entrance Zach needed to use. He jumped when the detective walked up behind him.
“Looking for someone?”
“Uh, no.” The suspicious man walked away without making eye contact.
Zach found Grace in a bay stocking a plastic container that closed. Her hair fell out of her bun and her eyes had a tired tinge to them.
“Grace?”
She smiled when she made eye contact. The gesture lit up her whole face even while lines etched around her mouth. He probably would not have noticed her in a crowd, but she was pretty nonetheless.
“Hey.”
“There was a strange man hanging around outside. You guys might want to be careful when you go home tonight.”
“Oh, thanks. I’m almost finished here, we can go outside and talk at the picnic table across the street.”
“Sure, I’ll wait for you there.”
“Coffee?”
“No thanks.”
Minutes later, Grace shuffled over to him a Styrofoam cup in her hand.
“Rough call?”
She nodded then took a sip. “I’m losing my touch.”
“How long have you been a medic?”
“A decade.”
“Burnout?”
She looked past him as if the answer to his question lay there. “Not exactly. Maybe I just need a vacation.”
“Tell me about what you think is going to happen to Dolores.”
She took in a breath, then blew it out. “She’s going to be killed and I think Mark will do it.”
“Her tenant. Your friend.”
He wasn’t sure if her story could get crazier, but she believed what she was saying. “Look, Grace if this is revenge for some break up, I don’t want to be part of it.”
“We were never lovers.”
“Did you want to be?”
“No, but he does.”
“Does he know about your gift?”
“You don’t believe me do you?”
He reached a hand across to touch her. “I’d like to. Explain it to me.”
With half-closed eyes, she told him about how dead people talk to her. Murder victims and she has to save them. He’d never heard anything stranger. “And you’ve lived this before?”
“Yes, I’ve rewound here a number of times.”
“And have I been involved each time?”
“You believed me last time.”
He shook his head. How could he come to believe her? “What did you say or do to get me to accept this as true?”
“I predicted a storm and a baseball team winning.”
He chuckled. “I guess that would do it.”
Cars passed on the road in front of the hospital, but Zach couldn’t hear them on this side. The picnic table sat at one end of an empty parking lot used by the day workers.
He rubbed a hand through his hair, not knowing what to say. “Are you his accomplice?”
She flinched as if he’d reached out and smacked her. She stood, her coffee sloshing out of the small opening in the lid. “I think we’re done here.”
“Grace.”
He went after her, something compelling him to reach her to make her believe that he trusted her. “Stop.”
His strong command had her pausing on the curb. “What?”
“Look this is tough for me to wrap my brain around, but something tells me to trust you. Can you trust me?”
Her shoulders slumped, he rubbed her arms and was thankful she didn’t resist. When he touched her he could see his future, crazy stories and all.
She turned as if the effort took all of her energy. Her eyes traveled up to his face. “I don’t know if I can trust you, but I guess I have to if I’m to save Dolores and not rewind again.”
“So tell me about Mark.”
***
Zach trusted and believed Grace. She couldn’t be completely sure, but she wanted to be.
Right now Zach was on his way to see Mark.
Except that Mark was now standing outside the Emergency Medical Services office, his face a grin.
Grace’s heart leapt. She scribbled a number on a sheet, while whispering to her co-worker. “Call this number. Tell who answers that Mark is here.”
She opened the door, but didn’t let Mark inside the office. Instead she slipped out into the cool, Spring night. “What a surprise, Mark.”
She couldn’t remember if she normally hugged him, but right now touching him was last on her list of things to do.
“You aren’t surprised, Grace.”
“I didn’t expect you here.”
“Yes, you did.” He took a hold of her arm.
“Let go of me Mark.”
His expression in the outside light had her heart skipping a beat. This wasn’t Mark her best friend. This man with beady eyes and sweaty palms was a stranger to her.
“No, you can’t save her. Don’t save the baby.”
“Mark, you know she’s lost it every time.”
He became still and she tugged her arm out of his grip.
“You do know that I’ve rewound with you.”
“I figured it out last time. And you do something different every time.”
He chuckled. “That’s right, Gracie. And do you know why?”
The pager on her belt rattled and made noise. Dolores’ address came over the speaker.
“This is too soon. How could you have changed this?” Grace said moving towards the bay as the garage door slid open for her.
“You won’t know,” he said before an evil laugh.
“I’m not going to save the baby.” Could he hear the regret in her voice?
“But you will and Zach will get back with Dolores.”
“So.”
“You’re in love with him. You can’t deny that. But now you’ll only have me.”
Grace jumped in the truck thoughts racing around her. She couldn’t grasp any of them.
Chapter Thirty One
Zach had never been so eager to see an ambulance than when Grace and her partner pulled onto the scene.
Dolores had lost consciousness five minutes before their arrival. Without looking at him, Grace and her partner went to work.
They had her stabilized and in the ambulance so fast his head spun.
“You can’t follow us through the lights,” Grace said.
“I know. I wouldn’t.”
“Yes, you would. You care about her.”
Her words were not an accusation, but he took them that way. “Grace. She and I were over a long time ago.”
“The baby isn’t yours,” she said then covered her mouth as if she wished the words hadn’t come out of there.
“Save her, Grace.”
She nodded and closed the door to the ambulance. “I’ll do my best.”
The drive took no time even without going through lights and Zach paced in the waiting room before Grace emerged from the hallway.
Her grim face, said a lot. “She’s going to be fine.”
“She lost the baby.”
“The fetus was twelve weeks of gestation.”
He blinked. She might have hit him with a sledgehammer. “Then the baby couldn’t have been mine.”
“I’m sorry, Zach.”
She turned to leave, but he took two steps and put a hand on her arm. “You were right, again.”
“Yes, but I find no joy in it.” She sighed, her shoulders raising for a moment. “Look, I don’t know what to do with my feelings for you, but I’ll back off as soon as we get Mark.”
“Mark?”
“Yeah, I think he’s the killer.”
“Why?”
A sardonic laugh burst from her. “More hocus pocus. He can rewind on command. He’s been doing this, all of this. And he’s going to kill Dolores.”
“But why?”
“I don’t know, but I think they were lovers.”
“Then I need to confront Dolores with this. Find out the truth.”
“Not now,” she said.
“Tomorrow. She’s safe in here tonight.”
Grace shook her head. “Do you know how easy it is to get into a hospital if you know what you’re doing? Or at least act like you do?”
“They check identification here.”
“Not through the Emergency Department. Did anyone stop you?”
“No, but I asked about a specific patient.”
“Still, they don’t know you.”
“Look, I can call in some favors, get someone to stay with Lors tonight. I’ll take a shift, myself.”
“I’m off in two hours. I’ll find Mark.”