washed the night milky black. Below, Duval Street slept. A lone figure darted across the street.
Liz rested her forehead against the window frame. She had gone over her session with Tara a hundred times. Each time she had come to the same conclusion: the girl was frightened. Because, Liz believed, she knew what had happened to Rachel.
Liz had even wondered if perhaps her sister had been killed because of Tara. And if that was true, then by treating the teenager, she had placed herself in harm’s way.
The tickle of panic returned and again Liz fought it off. She could not succumb to panic at every turn. She would not. She had come to Key West to discover what had happened to her sister and nothing would sway her from that mission.
Not even a threat from some creep too chicken to face her in person.
Liz had reread the note, its eleven typed words, more times than she could count.
They know. You’re in danger here. Go before it’s too late.
Who knew? The people who had killed her sister, obviously. And what did they know? That she was Rachel’s sister and that she had come to Key West to uncover what had happened to her.
So, was the note a warning? Or a threat?
Or simply a sick joke by someone who had figured out who she was?
No, not that. She didn’t think it was a coincidence that it had been left while she had been in session with Tara.
The teenager held the key, to the who and why her sister had been killed. She had no proof to back up her conviction, she just knew it to be true.
She glanced over her shoulder. The note lay on her bedstand, beside her phone. She could take it to the police, lay it all out for them. All what? That she was counseling a troubled teen? One who seemed frightened. A teenager who, Liz believed without proof, knew what had happened to her sister?
Right. Lieutenant Lopez would laugh her out the door. He would trivialize the note and attempt to dissuade her from digging any further into Rachel’s disappearance.
Liz brought her hands to her face. Rachel … Rachel, what happened to you?
Sudden anxiety took her breath. Her heart rate accelerated, her skin went hot, then cold with sweat. Fight or flight, she thought quickly. Not anxiety. Not a panic attack.
Do something. Now. Fast. Before it really was too late.
Liz turned and ran to the closet. She rummaged for her running shoes, grabbed them, then raced to her bureau for a pair of thick socks. She put them on, pulled her hair into a ponytail, thundered down the stairs and out into the blessedly mild night.
She started to run, sucking in one deep breath after another, realizing that she felt great. Free. Unencumbered. It was as if the debilitating anxiety had never existed. Was that all she had needed? she wondered. All this time, had she only needed to take a positive action with that moment? With her life?
Liz laughed out loud, looked to her left, then right. The street was deserted, a rare occurrence for Duval. Apparently, even the most confirmed party animals had gone home to sleep it off.
She passed Rick’s Island Hideaway, then Paradise Christian. She ran on, one block, then two.
She stopped suddenly. Heart in her throat, she turned around slowly. The street behind her was empty. She frowned and took a step backward.
It was as if her sister had called her name.
“Rachel?” she whispered.
Liz shifted her gaze to the church, ghostly white against the night sky. Not Rachel. Her church.
Without pausing to consider how crazy that thought was, Liz started back, her feet moving slowly at first, then quickening until her breath came in ragged gasps and it felt as if her heart was going to burst through the wall of her chest.
She reached the church, shuddered to a halt and stared up at the structure, waiting. The stained-glass windows glowed subtly, as if illuminated from within. She shifted her gaze to the massive wooden doors then up to the towering spire and bell tower.
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