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“It’s them,” Della said and heard footsteps behind her.
She glanced back at Chase and realized she should have known he would be here. He was working with Burnett now. Chase’s gaze, filled with concern, met hers and she saw the “you okay?” question in his eyes. Seeing it fueled her vulnerable side, and the emotion in her chest doubled. She recalled how good it had felt to lean against him earlier.
Her sinuses stung. Mentally giving herself a big swift kick in the ass, she glanced away and stiffened her shoulders. The last thing she wanted was Chase coddling her in front of a bunch of agents.
On second thought, the last thing she wanted was to need anyone to coddle her. What the hell was happening to her? Realizing she didn’t need to look at the bodies anymore, she walked a few feet away.
Burnett followed, and behind him, Della heard Chase’s steps. “We can’t prove it, but we’re pretty sure this is connected to the Chis’ murders.”
“It is,” Della said, remembering some of the vision. “I’m pretty sure these three walked past the Chis’ shop, probably smelled the blood, and they saw the murder scene.”
Burnett’s eyes widened. “How do you know?”
“A vision,” Della said.
“So you saw the killers?”
“Not their faces.” Bits and pieces of the vision filled her head. “But I heard—”
“I saw one of their faces,” Chase said.
Burnett’s brow creased. “You told me you didn’t see them.”
“Not earlier, but … in her vision.”
Burnett scratched his head. “You were in her vision?”
Chase nodded.
“It’s true,” she affirmed, even knowing it sounded bat-shit crazy.
* * *
It was dark when Della and Burnett got back to Shadow Falls. Burnett had sent Chase to the FRU headquarters to work with their sketch artist.
The camp seemed extra quiet as she walked to her cabin. Della could smell the bonfire, which meant everyone was in the woods cooking hot dogs and marshmallows. She debated going. Having something else on her mind besides her own problems might be nice, but the thought of trying to be friendly to everyone seemed too much.
The quietness of her cabin appealed more. She continued walking.
In the back of her mind, bits and pieces of the vision kept flashing in her head. Some little detail about the visions kept teasing her, as if it were important, but for the life of her she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. She was almost to her cabin when a bird swooped down. It didn’t hit her, but it came close.
Recalling the bird on the office porch earlier, she growled. “Is that you, Perry? This isn’t funny! I’m in no mood for silly jokes!”
She stood in the middle of the darkness and waited for the shape-shifter to answer her. No answer came. Tilting her head to the side, she could still hear the birds, or maybe a bird—she couldn’t tell if it was the same one—rustling in the trees.
She waited, impatiently, for another couple of seconds. Then she started off, swearing to give Perry some lip when she saw him. Her phone dinged with an incoming text.
She pulled it out and read Kylie’s request that she come join them. Trying to think of a good reason not to go without sounding pathetic, she stood in the dark. Finally, just giving up, she tucked it back into her jeans.
She was just in front of the cabin when she spotted a figure on her front porch. She breathed in and immediately frowned. What was he doing here? Then a second scent came to her. What were they doing together?
Chapter Seventeen
He hadn’t seen her. Hadn’t heard her. She could turn around and head to the campfire. Pretend she never knew he’d been here. She remembered his words: We’ll talk later.
She’d agreed. But she still didn’t have a clue what to say. Did he want some kind of an answer? With so much going on, she was answerless.
But then Baxter barked, in her direction, and curiosity struck again. What was Baxter doing with Steve?
