Rick, Jenna, and Rayne traveled to New York in near-silence. Rick had put in a cd of light jazz at the on-start of the trip, something that Jenna ribbed him about for the first few miles. They shared their banter back and forth, while Rayne sat in the back seat listening. She’d come to enjoy that aspect of the two agents. They’d been on the case for just over a month now and Rayne considered the two friends. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to that friendship once the case was over and they parted ways.
An hour into the drive, the music had soothed Rick. He fell silent and kept his eyes on the road. A light snow had fallen, but the roads weren’t hazardous. Jenna kept herself busy with her iPad. She had earbuds in and was watching a documentary of some kind. She’d told Rayne the title, but Rayne hadn’t paid much attention. The missing girls and Kent Percy consumed her. Just the thought of his name sent chills down her spine.
Rayne laid her head on the backseat headrest and stared up at the padded ceiling of the car. Her right hand encircled the moon pendant around her neck. She knew it prevented her from having visions, but fear of Percy had forced her to keep it on for days now. You are of no help this way, her mind whispered. She swallowed the fear and decided to remove the necklace. She would let the visions surface because she needed to know that the girls were okay. Slowly, she reached behind her neck and unclasped it. It fell into her hand and she slid it into the pocket of the skirt she wore. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Sleep overcame her.
He’s going to kill me.
Rayne watched as Leo Decker paced in his cell. She’d seen pictures of him, but when they brought him in for interrogation, she wasn’t given the opportunity to see him up close. Now, as she watched him, she noticed his eyes. Green Alexandrite. So rare, it was only used as a side stone in expensive jewelry settings. That’s what Leo was, a rare side-kick to Percy and Percy knew it. Decker paced, sat down on the bench, fretted, stood up, and paced some more.
I should have stayed in New York. I could have modeled for other artists, or gone back to the clubs. I am doomed. God help me. I am doomed.
Rayne felt his fear as he rubbed the bruises on his arms. She reached into his mind and pulled out one of Decker’s last memories. He was in a room alone with Percy. There was nothing unusual about it – a couch, chair, and a television hanging on the wall. Clothes and beer bottles were strewn about on the floor. Rayne heard a whooshing sound. The metro. This was Percy’s place.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m going back to New York.
You go when I say you can go.
You’ve changed, Kent. All these girls. All this death. I didn’t sign up for any of this.
Percy walked over to Decker and embraced him. He stared into his eyes and kissed his lips, not once blinking. The kiss deepened. Decker’s body softened as he wrapped his hands around Percy’s neck and returned the kiss. Percy backed his lover up against a wall, his hands reaching up under Decker’s tank top. Rayne heard their moans of desire, felt Decker giving in to Percy’s pursuits. And then Percy bit down hard on Decker’s lower lip, grasped his arms and squeezed until Decker screamed out in pain. Percy backed away and laughed.
I took you off the streets, whore. Gave you everything. A beautiful house and a car. Allowed you to model for me and make me millions. Oh, dear Leo, I own you.
Decker wiped the blood from his lip and leered at Percy. And then you took it all away. You don’t own me. Nobody does.
Percy laughed again. Really? Then why do you always do my bidding? You work the streets to pay for all of this. He held his hands out and turned around in a circle. He stopped and faced Decker again. And you satiate my appetites. You don’t even care about those dogs. None of them.
I care about Mia. You said she was too young. Why’d you make me take her?
Because that witch and her FBI friends took my mark! I needed a fresh one. I can’t stand the stench of those other two dogs. They aren’t Bethany.
Bethany died. You know she did. And those aren’t dogs, Kent. They are frightened little girls.
Percy slapped Decker across the jaw. I should kill you. Maybe I will.
Decker cowered and ducked out of the way, fearing another blow or worse.
Percy chuckled. Not today, whore. I still need you. Go clean the cages and feed them dogs. And when you’ve done that, get to the street. We’re running out of food.
Rayne watched as Decker hugged the wall and slid along it. He reached the doorway and ran to the basement door. As he clambered down the stairs, Rayne could hear the girls’ whimpers. Decker reached up and pulled a cord, lighting up the room. For the first time, Rayne could see clear details. It was a small room with cement walls. The work bench was hand-crafted, and the shelves were definitely from the church center. The lower shelves were rusted, but the upper two shelves were fine. The top shelf held bags of candy and cookies. Two liter sodas and jugs of orange juice filled the second shelf. Rayne could see out of the basement window and across the street on the other side of the metro line since it wasn’t running now. There was a small convenience store, but she couldn’t make out the name of it.
Decker moved over to the cages. Gina’s mouth was duct taped and her brown hair matted. She tried to scream, but only muffled whimpers came out. She kicked the cage with her bound feet to no avail. Sally laid on her side with her face away from front of the cage. Her breathing was shallow and her mouth covered with duct tape as well. In the third cage, Mia sat looking up at Decker with tears in her eyes. She was muzzled and her hands and feet bound. Decker ignored Sally and Gina and went immediately to Mia’s cage. He opened it and removed the muzzle. He reached over to the shelves, removed a jug of orange juice, and poured some in a plastic cup inside the cage.
He lifted the cup to Mia’s lips. Please drink, Mia.
The girl shook her head and the orange juice spilled onto the floor through the holes in the cage. She began to cry for her mommy. Decker couldn’t take the wailing and stuffed her mouth with a cloth and returned the muzzle.
I’m sorry, Mia. So sorry.
Rayne could hear footsteps on the upper stairs. And then a voice shouting.
You don’t really want me to come down there, do you? Stop playing with those damn dogs and feed them!
Decker muttered under his breath as he walked to a corner of the room and removed a mop out of a bucket, squeezing it. He set it up against the table and went back to the cages. Carefully, he lifted each cage onto the table, mopped the floor and then set the cages back down. He unlocked the cages and loosened all three girls’ hands. He put candy bars and cookies into each cage and filled their cups with soda. Finally, he removed the duct tape and muzzle from the girls’ mouths.
Shhh, don’t scream or cry. Just eat your food or he will come down here.
Sally is too sick. She needs a doctor.
Decker ignored Gina, but shook Sally’s shoulder. She moaned lightly, but didn’t move.
She’s alive. There’s nothing else I can do for her.
You could get her a doctor.
I can’t. He’ll kill me too.
Decker backed away from the cages and ran his hands through his hair. He turned around in a circle, waving his hands wildly in the air. I didn’t want any of this. I’ll leave. Just get in the car and go. He won’t come looking for me.
Decker turned to leave, but went back to the third cage instead. He bent down, and stared at Mia. Tears streamed down his face. After a few moments, he stood upright and bolted back up the stairs. Without saying anything to Percy, Decker stormed out the front door, went to the garage and got into his car. He clicked the garage door opener and the door lifted. As he pulled out of the garage, Rayne tried to see a house number, but Decker didn’t look back at the house. She could see the street though and the metro zooming by. Decker sat there, staring at it. Whoosh, whoosh.
Rayne woke up with a start and knocked her knee against Rick’s seat.
Rick looked at her through the rearview. “Are you okay?”
Rayne nodded. “The girls are still alive. Well, at least they were before Decker was arrested.”
Jenna pulled the earbuds out of her ears. “What’s going on?
“Rayne had a vision.”
“What did you see?”
“Decker and Percy argued. Decker wanted to go back to New York, but Percy refused to let him. They’re lovers, of sorts and Percy is definitely being abusive.”
Jenna raised a brow. “Really? That’s an interesting detail. Probably why Decker was too scared to talk.”
“How’s Sally?” Rick asked.
“Not well. She didn’t move the entire time I saw her in the vision. I don’t think Sally and Gina have long though. He has grown tired of them and with Sally being sick…”
“Don’t think about it, Rayne. We are going to catch this sick bastard,” Jenna assured her.
Rayne slowly nodded her head. If she could see through Percy’s eyes or tap into his head like she had Decker’s, then maybe she could figure out his plans.
There you are witch. Been hiding behind that pendant, huh? And now here you are.
Rayne heard Percy’s voice, but couldn’t see anything. Then suddenly, Percy’s face was in her face and he shouted at her.
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.
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