TR Oatman
Always be careful for what you wish. Especially if it is for something once lost. It can be returned in a most unexpected manner. That is the lesson learned by Katrina Ambrose when someone she once loved paid another visit. Although this time, it was for a reason she never suspected. The fact of just another visit poses little in the way of problems, except for the fact that an accident had taken the life of that person two years previously.
After a success with his first book, True Wishes, TR Oatman returns with another thriller to keep you on the edge of your chair.
She approached her castle, that little cabin that was her world,
she felt that warm feeling of home. The thoughts of a warm brandy and a fire in
the fireplace almost took away all the thoughts of recent events. Almost.
It still
bothered her about the jeep. Coincidences. What was the old saying from most
detectives? No such thing as coincidences.
That thought
brought a smile to her face. Detectives. She laughed to herself almost aloud. If
someone had been watching, most would think her mad as the Hatter. She shook
her head, feeling so much better now that she was thinking in her usual ways.
She had such a
good feeling now. A day of hard work behind her, on her way to recovery from
the strange events of the last day. God, it felt good to feel like herself
again.
As she stepped
onto the wooden steps of her little paradise, all her good thoughts, all her
happiness at her recovery disappeared in the blink of an eye.
There on the
pane of the window in the door, as large and noticeable as a neon sign on the Las Vegas strip was a word.
A single word.
Her knees felt like buckling again,
her hands took on the tremble that she thought had vanished from the day before.
Just one word.
It seemed like
everything in the world vanished for one moment, everything but that one word
that had been traced into the frosted on the window.
One word.
Kati.
She looked
around her through the falling snow. Up and down the vacant street. Across the
street. She ran into the street, looking for the one who had written her name.
No one in sight as far as the night would let her see. She felt her breathing
deepen. Anxiety. Don’t let it get you girl.
She looked
again at the door, the windowpane. The word plain to see even from where she
stood in the street.
She knew it was anxiety that made it
look like a large billboard.
She felt her
knees buckle again, that same sick feeling from the previous morning. She tried
to stop it but it was a force with which she was no match. She melted into the
street as easily as wax melts under a flame. That eerie darkness stole into her
again, stealing the faint light of the evening from her. Stealing the good
thoughts she had smiled about on her walk from work to home. A fear invited
itself in, a fear she did not know, nor did she want to know it.
All she felt
was numbness and all she saw and thought was that name on her window.
Kati.
