Two estranged sisters must use their paranormal gifts to prove themselves innocent when a college student goes missing.
Having escaped her dysfunctional past, Jess has been quietly enjoying her normal college experience. But all that changed the ni...
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The dark amber liqueur in Jess' plastic cup sloshed from side to side. Or perhaps it was her that was sloshing side to side.
Sweaty bodies grinded against her. Faces dazed with ecstasy, others dazed by more man made substances, but all moving to the same demanding beat blasting from the speakers. The velcro sound of feet being peeled away from the alcohol sodden floor provided a fitting accompaniment.
The need to take off her shoes and be rid of her tight, constricting clothes intensified. She'd hit that imaginary wall in her mind.
Her night was over. And all she cared for now was her bed.
She squeezed through the crowd towards the kitchen.
'Where's Daryl?' she yelled.
'Outside,' someone answered.
She mumbled her thanks and stumbled onto the veranda, spotting the man in question with a joint pressed between his lips. His usually quick smile was absent as he stared at the embers smouldering on his joint.
'Daryl?'
He blinked at her, his pupils so big they swallowed his iris.
'Did I tell you my dad was on the swim team?' he asked.
She frowned at his line of thought. 'No.'
'He could have made it to the Olympics but there was some political bullshit and he got kicked off the team.'
'Sounds nasty,' she replied hastily.
He took a long drag from his joint and exhaled a puff of smoke that made her eyes water.
'He was a scholarship student, so no swim team, no scholarship. The university dropped him just like that.' Daryl clumsily tried to snap his fingers before giving up. 'My grandparents weren't poor, but they didn't have the clout to do a thing about it. If they'd been rich or well connected, the school board would never have thrown him off the team,' he seethed.
'What happened?' Jess asked.
Daryl paused with the joint halfway to his lips. 'Stupid shit. Doesn't matter.' His head turned in her direction, his smile swiftly regained its usual place as he took another drag.
'Great party, isn't it, Jess?' he slurred.
She stared at him, trying to keep up with the constant change of conversation.
'You should lay off the weed.' She tried to grab the joint, but he held it out of her reach, laughing.
'It's the one drug they don't test the swim team for,' he joked, placing it between his lips. 'Now let's go back in and dance?'
'I'm going home,' she announced.
His smile dimmed, and he bounded to his feet, more steady than she'd expected.
