Seeing You – Part Twenty-eight

Moments after Rayne laid out her plan, Charlene arrived at the Rosewood Center. At barely five-feet tall, the twenty-something entered the center in a flurry of panicked apologies for her late arrival. She carried a long hobo bag slung over her shoulder and several paper bags in her arms. She placed all the bags on the long table and smiled at everyone. Tossing her long black hair over her shoulder, the hazel-eyed woman plopped down in one of the chairs and let out a deep sigh.

“Hey, I know I’m late, but why the long faces?” she asked.

Mazi let out a nervous chuckle. “It’s not because you are late. We’ve had some disturbing turnabouts.”

“Oh dear! This is related to Arthur, I presume.”

Mazi nodded. “Let me introduce you to SA Jenna Styles,” she said as she pointed to Jenna. “Rayne Fallon, the one we enchanted the pendant for,” she continued, pointing at Rayne. “And you know my cousin Rick,” she concluded with a smile and nod at Rick.

“Good to see you again, Rick.” Charlene flashed a bright smile at him and then turned her attention to Jenna and Rayne. “Lovely to meet you, ladies. Wish this was under better circumstances.”

Rick stood up and walked over to Charlene. He leaned down and embraced her. “Good to see you too, Charly.” He released his hold on her and kissed her cheek. Charlene had always been one of his favorites of Mazi’s coven sisters and affectionately called her Charly. Rick walked back around the table and picked up the file folder. He removed Leo Decker’s picture and handed it to her.

“Oh yes, I remember this guy. Quiet, timid, always clinging to Arthur at the festivals,” Charlene noted. “He never came to any of the meetings though. Arthur said he didn’t approve of him messing with witches.” She rolled her eyes. “I felt sorry for the kid though. Arthur was such an asshole to him.”

“Mazi said you did a one on one with Arthur once. Can you tell us about it?” Jenna inquired.

“It was a horrible mistake to astral travel with him,” Charlene began, her voice quivering. “When we got to the astral plane, I realized that he wasn’t interested in anything spiritual about the place. He wanted to see if he could inflict pain in real time while in the astral.” She lifted the black sheer blouse she wore and pointed to the scar on the left side of her ribcage. “The bastard stabbed me!” she concluded.

Rick stared at the scar for a long moment and then asked, “Was there anything unusual about him before this incident?”

Charlene shivered. “He was always an odd duck. Obsessed with his dead father. I didn’t think much of it at the time. Just thought he was one of those emo artists.”

“Did you ever see any of his art?” Jenna asked.

“A few times. He invited me to his studio once. He had a series of beautiful watercolors, mostly with angels, little girls and their dogs, stuff like that. Then I went to one of his shows. He’d done a series of brutal sculptures. Twisted, horrid stuff. Scared me shitless. I had to leave. It was all too creepy. A week after that show was when we did the astral projection.”

Rayne furrowed her brow. “We’ve seen his handiwork… sculptures, I mean.”

Rick pulled out the notes on Percy from the folder. “Arthur’s real name is Kent Percy.”

Charlene’s eyes widened. “Oh! He told me he was Arthur Kent. That makes sense now.”

“What does?”

“The first time he came to the center, he signed in as Kent something, but scribbled out the last name and wrote Arthur Kent after it. I thought it was peculiar at the time, but when I heard he was an artist, I figured it was just a pseudonym. They all have them. Artsy types, you know?”

Jenna nodded as she looked up from her iPad. “I just sent a message to Trip to do a search on Arthur Kent. We know he’s used the name Arthur in Fairfax, but if he is using the full name, we may get some financials on him.”

“Or more,” Rick hoped.

Charlene relaxed. It felt good to get all the information she’d known about Arthur and Leo off her chest. Then she realized how solemn everyone looked when she’d arrived. She leaned her elbows on the table and cupped her cheeks with her hands. “Say, why did you all look so down when I came in? I mean, it wasn’t because I was late and none of this stuff about Arthur and Leo is so depressing. What gives?”

“Rayne needs our help,” Moonsong said, having kept quiet until now.

“What kind of help?”

Moonsong looked over at Rayne and nodded her head. “I’ll let Rayne fill you in.”

Rayne wrung her hands in her lap. It had already unnerved her the first time she spelled out her idea, and it wasn’t going to be any easier this time either. She cleared her throat. “I’ve been able to explore the area where Percy lives a little without his knowledge, but eventually he discovers what I am doing and puts a stop to it. We are nowhere close to stopping this… this lunatic. I need more time to explore, to see something significant – a building out a window, a street sign or his house number. I thought maybe,” she paused, looked up at Moonsong, and then continued, “if I were inside a protective circle, in this place with a protection spell against him already in place, then I could find something to help the FBI nab him.”

Charlene clapped her hands together and her face lit up. “That sounds like a wonderful idea!”

“You can’t be serious,” Mazi stated.

Charlene laughed. “What could go wrong inside a protected circle?”

“Quite a lot,” Moonsong said as she glared at Charlene. “We only have eleven members available right now. I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing this without a full thirteen. And from what Rayne has told us, he has grown stronger. Any number of things could go wrong.”

Charlene lowered her eyes. “Sorry, High Priestess. I didn’t mean to be flippant about this.”

“No matter,” Moonsong said. “We just don’t have the strength to pull something like this off.”

Mazi suddenly became excited. “But we do, Moonsong. Rick has joined some of our gatherings before and Jenna can join in too.”

“Wait! What? I don’t even know if I believe in all of this stuff,” Jenna protested.

Rick turned to his partner. “You don’t have to believe. You just have to join the circle with an opened mind and an intent to help.”

Jenna glanced over at Rayne and saw the pleading in her eyes. How could she not help Rayne now after all she had done for the FBI in this case? She closed her eyes and inhaled. If her Catholic grandmother could see her now, she’d pay a ghostly visit to the Pope and have Jenna excommunicated. She laughed internally. She’d never even prayed or given a confession. Her grandmother was probably already petitioning the Pope. Sighing, she opened her eyes and nodded at Rayne.

“Okay, I’m in.”

Rayne smiled and Moonsong shrugged her shoulders.

“I guess we’ll attempt this after all,” Moonsong resolved. “But… we need to do it on a full moon and that isn’t until tomorrow night. Can you all stay until then?”

“I’ll call Troy and confirm it, but I doubt he’ll have any problems with it,” Rick assured her.

“We’ll have to extend out hotel reservations,” Jenna interjected.

Mazi huffed. “Nonsense, you can stay with me. It’ll give Rick and I a chance to catch up,” she said as she winked at Rick. Rick grinned back at her.

Moonsong stood up. “That’s that then. Charlene, call the other members and remind them to all bring a black candle. Mazi, you and I will prepare the meeting hall tonight. As for you three,” she said, glancing from Rayne to Rick and finally at Jenna, “I suggest you rest up. This is going to be a tiring ordeal.”

Seeing You (a working title) is the story of Rayne Fallon, a witch with the power to see into the past and future, although not always accurately. She gets tangled up with FBI’s SA Rick Harris and SA Jenna Styles as they search for an 8 year old missing girl, thought to have been kidnapped by a Serial Killer.

Seeing You ©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

In case you missed a part, click Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27

or jump ahead to Part 29

Today’s total: 1362 words. Total words so far: 47,882

#BookPromo – Splinterlands by John Feffer


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Julian West, looking backwards from 2050, tries to understand why the world and his family have fallen apart.

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Splinterlands paints a startling portrait of a post-apocalyptic tomorrow that is fast becoming a reality today. Fast-paced, yet strangely haunting, Feffer’s latest novel looks back from 2050 on the disintegration of world order told through the story of one broken family– and offers a disturbing vision of what might await us all if we don’t act quickly.”
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unnamed-2John Feffer is the director of Foreign Policy in Focus at the Institute for Policy Studies. In 2012–2013, he was also an Open Society Fellow looking at the transformations that have taken place in Eastern Europe since 1989. He is the author of several books and numerous articles. He has also produced six plays, including three one-man shows, and published a novel.

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Thursday Photo Prompt – Cracked Ice #writephoto

Calling all writers and poets! Sue offers a writing challenge each Thurs called #writephoto – There’s still time to get in on this week’s challenge! (Not sure why this is so off center, but to read it, best to go straight to Sue’s page.)
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 Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 7th December and link back to this post with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

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New release by Stevie Turner – Waiting in the Wings

A Book Promo – beautiful true story of a care-giver. Book available on Amazon.
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Waiting in the Wings: A new book by Stevie Turner

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At the grand old age of 92, my mother Dot suddenly starts telling me that she loves me. I am quite dumbstruck at these outbursts of emotion, as she has never mentioned the fact before in all of my 58 years. Over the entire course of my lifetime we have often argued bitterly, and have never really seen eye-to-eye over anything. I squirm with the inner knowledge that she wants me to reply in a similar vein, but try as I might, I cannot.

The guilt I feel at being unable to grant Dot her wish is overwhelming. As Dot’s health deteriorates more towards the final chapters of her life, I take on the role of carer. I find the only way to bring her out of her perpetual misery is to reminisce on past…

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Seeing You – Part Twenty-seven

Rick hadn’t spoken to Mazi since they’d discovered who Kent Percy was, but now that the coven was a potential lead, he’d have to involve her. He and Jenna wrapped up the interrogations and joined Jack and Rayne in the conference room. Rick filled Jack in on the Rosewood Coven angle.

“I’d been puzzled for a while now,” Rick began, “trying to figure out how Percy communicated with Rayne the way he has. If he was involved with witches, then he may have picked up some means of telepathy or…”

“It’s a form of astral projection,” Rayne corrected him.

Jack scrunched up his face. “What’s that?” he asked.

“It’s a technique we use to move through time and space on an astral plane, but normally during sleep. Percy isn’t asleep when I see him in my visions. He’s modified it somehow.”

Jenna’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t think he is psychic too, do you?”

Rayne shrugged. “Maybe a little? But I don’t get that sense about him. He can only see me when I see him. If he was truly psychic, he should be able to see and know things without my presence.”

Jack rubbed the back of his neck. “No offense, Rayne, but all of this sounds like hocus-pocus to me.”

Jenna laughed. “I had the same opinion at first, Jack, but Rayne is authentic and she knows what she’s talking about.”

“Oh, I am not doubting you, Rayne. It will just take me a while to process all of this.”

Rayne smiled at Jack. “No offense taken. I am not sure I completely understand it all either.”

Jack returned the smile. “Good, I don’t want to be hexed,” he said with a wink. “So, what’s on your agenda next?” he asked as he turned his head toward Rick.

“We need to talk to Mazi. She’s in Brooklyn, so we should go there next.”

“We also need to talk to Percy’s parents,” Jenna injected.

“Let my team talk to the parents,” Jack suggested. “If they have anything to add, we’ll let you know.”

Rick and Jenna agreed.

Jack nodded at Rick and Jenna. “We’ll get to it then,” he said as he walked off to inform his team.

“I’d better call Mazi. Wouldn’t want to just show up unannounced,” Rick decided as he pulled his cellphone out of his briefcase and dialed her number.

“Mazi Star… how may I chart you?”



“Hello, cousin. Quite a catchy lead-in.”

Mazi laughed. “Thanks, cuz. What’s up?”

“I’m in New York, working this case. I need your help.”

“Is it related to that necklace I sent for Rayne?”

“A bit. We think the guy we are looking for was a member of Rosewood.”

“Gotta name?”

“Kent Percy.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell, but Charlene keeps the coven’s records. Meet me at Meadow Avenue. We just rented a loft space there for Rosewood. It will be so good to see you, Rick.”

“You too, Mazi. We’ll be there in an hour, depending on the traffic.”

“We? Did you bring Jenna with you?”

“I did, but Rayne is with us as well.”

“So, I will finally get to meet your Rayne Fallon. Goody,” Mazi said with a wicked, yet playful tone.

Rick chuckled. “See you in a bit, cuz.”

Rick ended his call with Mazi and walked over to Jenna and Rayne. “It’s all set. Mazi didn’t recognize Kent Percy’s name though.”

Jenna wrinkled up her nose. “Maybe he used an alias like he did down at the church center.”

“Could be. Let’s go find out.”

They gathered their briefcases and, along with Rayne, set off to Brooklyn.

# # #

“Mazi, this is Rayne,” Rick said as he introduced the two.

Mazi embraced Rayne. “It is so good to finally meet you.” She loosened her hold and looked at Rayne’s neckline. She lifted the pendant and smiled. “How has this worked for you?”

“I don’t know how you knew what I needed, but I cannot thank you enough. It has saved my life more than once.”

Mazi led Rick, Jenna, and Rayne into the heart of the Rosewood Center. They stopped at a long table, where Mazi directed them all to sit. “When Rick told me what you were going through with your visions, I consulted my coven. Moonsong, our High Priestess, suggested that we enchant a pendant for you. You’ve had no ill-effects from the visions?”

“Very little. A bit of nausea and dizziness, but not like before with the severe stomach pains.”

Mazi clapped her hands together. “Excellent. That was our goal. To stop any illnesses.”

“It did more than that though,” Jenna said.

“Oh? What else?”

“I no longer see through his eyes. I am now independent of his field of vision,” Rayne informed her. “But, that only happened once. Now, if I am wearing the pendant, I don’t have visions.”

“Well, that was unanticipated effect. It was not our intention to stop your visions, only mask the illnesses caused by them.”

Rayne smiled. “I understand how these things work. I’ve never enchanted anything, but I understand cause and effect. If my visions are the cause of my illnesses, then the effect would be no visions.”

Rick shrugged. “Makes perfect sense to me.”

“Yes, but without the visions, I am of no help to the investigation,” Rayne injected.

“Speaking of the investigation,” Rick said as he directed his attention to Mazi, “we want to show you a photograph of Kent Percy.”

Jenna took out a folder from her briefcase and handed it to Mazi. “It’s the one on top. The second one is of Leo Decker. Maybe you will recognize him as well.”

Mazi opened the folder and as soon as she saw Percy’s picture, she dropped it on the table. She raised a hand to her mouth and inhaled. She exhaled and her body quivered. “That’s Arthur.”

Jenna and Rick flashed knowing glances at one another.

“Who is he?” Rick inquired.

“I don’t know him very well. He came to a few festivals and some meetings. We all got weird vibes from him. I recall that Moonsong expelled him from the group.”

“Do you know why?”

“She said that he kept asking her questions about how to transcend the body. We thought he was just interested in Astral Projection, which we were exploring at the time. He wanted to go deeper though. He did a one on one with Charlene and well, let’s just say that the experience wasn’t good. She said he physically attacked her while they were on the astral plane. She has a scar to prove it.”

Jenna furrowed her brow and narrowed her eyes. “What kind of attack?”

“A knife attack, but when she came out of the projection, he was still in and there were no knives around.”

“He did that to Rayne with a cattle prod,” Rick said.

Rayne nodded.

“Were there any other reasons he got expelled?” Jenna inquired.

“Yes, there was,” a female voice said behind them. A tall woman with long blonde hair approached the table. “I am Moonsong,” the woman said.

Rayne stared up at the woman. She wore a long purple velvet gown and her eyes were tanzanite, a purplish blue that glistened in the sunlight streaming in the windows. Tanzanite was rare, only found in Tanzania, East Africa. A stone that radiated compassion and was associated with higher consciousness. Her gaze followed Moonsong as she came around the table and sat down across from Rayne.

“You must be Rayne,” Moonsong said as she reached across the table and clasped one of Rayne’s hands.

“Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Rayne squeezed Moonsong’s hand and smiled at her, her gaze not leaving the woman’s eyes.

“What is it, Rayne?” Rick asked as he noticed Rayne’s continuous stare.

“It’s my eyes,” Moonsong replied.

Rayne nodded. “Tanzanite.”

“She’s very good with stones and crystals,” Moonsong said as she released her hold on Rayne’s hand and turned toward Rick. “To answer your previous question. There was another reason I expelled Arthur from the group. He wanted to learn how to communicate with the dead. I offered to teach him how to use the tarot or a spirit board, but he rejected both. We argued and he threatened me. I saw no other recourse but to expel him.”

“Did he say who he wanted to communicate with?” Rayne asked.

Moonsong glanced back over at Rayne. “His father. He said he had some unfinished business with him. When I inquired about the nature of that business, he said he wanted his father to suffer for what he did to him and his sister. I explained that we don’t do that kind of spirit work here.” She lowered her eyes. “What he was seeking was black magic.”

Jenna coughed. “I know I am new to all of this, so please excuse my ignorance. What could he have possibly done to his father who’s already dead?”

Moonsong looked up. “He wanted to trap his father’s spirit. At least, that’s what he claimed.”

“Trap it how?” Rick asked.

“I don’t know. He acted strange and had a dark look in his eyes. When I refused to help him, that’s when he grew angry and threatened me. I ordered him to leave and immediately put a protection spell around the house we were using at that time for our coven meetings.”

Jenna took notes on her iPad. “Did you ever hear from him again?”

“Not directly. Charlene spotted him once at an herb shop where we frequented. We changed our shopping location after that.”

Turning the folder around, Rick pulled out the picture of Leo and showed it to Moonsong. “Did you ever see this guy with him?”

“He looks familiar. Maybe he came to one of the festivals we held, but I cannot be sure. Mazi?”

Mazi looked at the picture and nodded her head. “He does look familiar. You said this is Leo Decker, correct?”

Rick nodded.

“Let me call Charlene. She organized most of the festivals and kept names of attendants.”

Mazi stood up and walked over to a desk. She picked up her cellphone and called Charlene. Meanwhile, Rick probed Moonsong for more details and Jenna took notes. Rayne sat there listening to their conversation, but only half-paying attention. She was worried for those three girls. Now that Decker was out of the picture, who would feed and tend to them? Percy certainly wouldn’t. He was too cold and cruel.

“She’s on her way,” Mazi said as she wandered back over and sat down.

For a moment, the five fell silent. Suddenly, Rayne had an idea, but she wasn’t sure Moonsong would go along with it. She looked over at the High Priestess.

“What is it, child?” Moonsong asked.

“Did you place the same protection spell around this place when you moved Rosewood here?”

“Of course.”

“Then I think I have a way to see where Percy is and save those girls, but I would need your help,” Rayne said as her eyes widened with excitement.

Rick scratched his head. “Sounds dangerous.”

Moonsong nodded. “If she is about to suggest what I think she is, it will be.”

Seeing You (a working title) is the story of Rayne Fallon, a witch with the power to see into the past and future, although not always accurately. She gets tangled up with FBI’s SA Rick Harris and SA Jenna Styles as they search for an 8 year old missing girl, thought to have been kidnapped by a Serial Killer.

Seeing You ©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

In case you missed a part, click Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26

or jump ahead to Part 28

Today’s total: 1862 words. Total words so far: 46,520

#Audiobook of Kill Someone by @LukeSmitherd Available For Pre-Order! #BookPromo

If you saw my Book Promo for Kill Someone, then you will recall that I said the audiobook would be coming soon. Well, it has arrived! The narrator is Matt Addis, the same narrator for The Stone Man. Here is the cover for the Audible edition:


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More Bad Health News

Hello readers and friends.

Just an update on my health. I now have pneumonia or as the doc called it, walking pneumonia (if it is pneumonia, can’t they just call it that? Ok, I know it is a severity thing, but still… anyway). I spent most of yesterday evening (Monday) and into the early morning this morning (Tuesday) in the ER. It didn’t seem like the antibiotics was helping the bronchitis much, my chest was feeling heavy and the coughing… god the coughing.. I think I’ve pulled a muscle in my back from it. Anyway, x-rays confirm that yes, I do have pneumonia. I am mostly on bed rest, more antibiotics, fluids.. yadda yadda. I am very tired and weak. I’ve slept 90% of today and will likely be back in bed soon. I have to go to my PCP on Friday for a check-up to see if the status of the pneumonia is getting better or worse.

What does this mean for my story Seeing You? It will still continue, just as soon as I am well enough. I was going to try to work on through and complete the last 4 parts, but I’ve decided to just get better first. The ending IS coming though. Give me a few days of constant rest and I will get the ending written. For those who haven’t read the story yet, this would be a good time to catch up, perhaps? *smiles*

Thank you all for your constant appreciation of my work and for being such loyal readers and friends. Much love ~Lori~