When the Dead Speak

Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Two hours had passed since Jake left. Sam rose slowly from the staircase and walked through the study to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and brushed her teeth.

Her last meal had been eons ago. Lunch maybe? But she wasn't hungry. The pain she felt was new to her. It felt as though a large hand had reached into her chest and pulled her heart out. It was a pain she never wanted to feel again.

She lowered herself onto the couch in the darkened study and pulled her feet up under her. Why wasn't Abby home? She needed a shoulder to cry on. Her emotions betrayed her as the phone rang sending a glimmer of hope through her veins. No matter how much she wanted to, she refused to talk to Jake.

She listened to the voice on the recorder. It was vaguely familiar. When he said his name was Cain, she rushed to the phone.

"Yes, this is Sergeant Casey."

"I have some information I think you might be interested in, Sergeant."

The hair on her arms rose. "About?" She carried the portable phone upstairs to her bedroom where she stripped out of her shorts and top.

"Your father's death. I can't talk now."

"Then when?"

"Meet me at 1600 Cornell at ten o'clock tonight. And come alone, Sergeant."

As she listened to the dial tone, bells and whistles went off in her head. A tingling sensation washed over her body. She had pushed Preston's back to the wall. Maybe Cain was going to turn Preston in. Maybe he had a falling out with his boss. Maybe encompassed a lot of options. But she couldn't back out now.