Killing Me Slowly (Third Book to the Secrets Will Kill You Series)

To Believe Or Not To Believe Part 1

Dean’s POV

I just walked out of Fat Mack’s Bar BQ Shack to grab some breakfast and I checked my cell. No messages. Not like I was really expecting any…but I guess I was hoping for one, at least from Sam or Brit. I couldn’t even think about talking to Melissa right now, it hurt so much. She was hesitating when she had to choose between me and Sam. And that’s just not good enough. She should’ve known her answer. Her answer should’ve been me.

I walked by a few parked cars…and then stopped when I came to a blue and gray vintage Dodge. It wasn’t my baby but it would have to do. I walked over to it and looked around as I set my bag of food on the hood. Then, I used my hook to pry the lock and I opened it with ease. I got in, sat in the driver’s seat and saw a pile of garbage on the passenger’s seat. “Geez. Have some pride” I said, disgusted, wiping it onto the floor. Then, I hot wired it and it turned on quickly, along with the radio. “Ooh! That make me hungry. You're listening to the morning chaos with me, Bananas Foster" “The hell I am, ass-hat” I grunted as I ripped down the dice that were hanging in the rearview mirror and chucked them to the back. I went to change the station, but stopped. “And now for the news of the weird, two very odd murders, to be exact. Mediums are dying in Lily Dale, the most psychic town in America. So if you want to know your future, stick to that 900 line, 'cause is it me, or should those guys have seen it coming?” I backed out and headed down the street. Guess I knew what I was doing today.

I got to Lily Dale, showing off my badge to get in to the crime scene to look around this psychic’s room. I found all her tricks though….tape recorder under the table, lever on the floor, switch on the chair…I can only imagine how many nut jobs I’ll run into on this case…and I don’t even have Mel to make fun of them with me.

I headed down the street and came across a poster for some psychic festival outside this café. So…I walked in. Bad idea. I looked at the blackboard that said: “Special of the Day: You!” and “Soup of the Day: A State of Bliss” and then a waiter walked over to me.

“Hello! First time at Good Graces?” he asked me, a little too cheery for my liking.

“Uhh yes”

“Well, we're 100% locally sourced, biodynamic, and you get a free affirmation with every order”

I eyed this guy and just tried to wrack my brain for the definition of affirmation. “I think I'll source a taco joint”

“All right…”

I turned to leave…but I heard such a familiar voice that I couldn’t help but smile about. “Just coffee, black, extra shot”

I turned my head to see my giant of a brother sitting at a table with Brit sitting right across from him. They were talking to each other in murmurs…like it was just the two of them in the whole place…and I have to say I was jealous at the moment…and it made me miss Mel…a lot.

I walked over to them. “You always wear a suit to get your palm read?” I asked him.

“Hey, Dean” Brit said, lightly as she stood up and hugged me with one arm, kissing my cheek, like we were old friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time. I hugged her back. “Hey, Brit” I replied.

I looked back at Sam, glanced at Brit and saw her eyeing him, but I just looked back at him as he didn’t reply or even crack a smile back at me. “Yeah. Not surprised you two caught this one. It's on every morning zoo in America. You mind?” I asked, gesturing to the other chair at the table.

Sam didn’t reply. “Yea, uhh please. Sit” Brit said, instead. I saw Sam gave her a look but she just gave her a look back. Brit had really been Switzerland lately. On everyone’s side, always trying to make peace with all of us.