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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'This is such a bad idea,' Ash whispered.
'Shush. I want to see what she says,' Jess admonished.
They both sat in Ash's borrowed cherry red car, watching the Deputy talking to a pretty brunette in a lab coat.
'We shouldn't be making him do this. He's been wondering whether to accept her offer of dinner for two months.'
'And now he's accepting,' Jess argued.
'Because we need to get into the fucking morgue,' Ash harshly whispered back.
'She'll never find out.'
'You'd better hope not. The Deputy is a good looking man, but I don't think even he'll be able to sweet talk his way out of this one.'
'Shut up, he's going in.'
'Then let's get this over with.'
They both got out of the car and walked around the back of the building where the Deputy was already waiting with the door open.
'Nicely done,' Jess complimented him.
'It hasn't gone totally to plan,' he whispered. 'We're not leaving.'
The two girls skidded to a stop. 'What do you mean, you're not leaving?'
'We're not leaving right away,' he clarified. 'The psychologist is coming. Apparently, he wants to talk about the three bodies.'
'Perfect. So what do we do now?' Ash said.
'Elijah?'
'Quick, get in here.' The Deputy closed the door behind them and pushed them into an office.
The sisters dashed under the desk as a pair of trainers appeared at the door.
'Everything alright?' a female voice asked.
'Just needed a little fresh air.'
'The morgue can have that effect on people,' she admitted.
'So you said you were waiting for Henry?'
The sisters heard the woman sigh. 'He wants to build a profile of the three women. If you ask me, I think he's dying to prove that it's a serial killer. Thinks it'll make his career. If he finds that you're here, he'll definitely never leave.'
'Then he'll be disappointed. I haven't had much to do with the case.'
'I suppose you're still looking for that missing girl?' He nodded, and she grimaced. 'I just hope the poor thing doesn't turn up on one of my tables. How long has she been missing now?'
'About a week.'
There was silence. They both knew the odds. Only the Deputy knew those odds were already over.
