Free Deadly Vision by Kris Norris

She shook her head and stared down at the floor. “He wouldn’t tell me anything else, just rattled off their location.”
    “So why didn’t you call us sooner?” asked Wade, stepping up beside Gil.
    “I tried calling in the first location to the centre, but either he messed up the address or I did. It came back as a beauty salon, so I thought maybe I’d dreamt the whole thing. But after he called again…”
    “But some passer-by called that one in,” interrupted Wade. “Why did you wait so long?”
    Fallon looked up at them and Gil saw the nervousness in her expression. “I wasn’t able to call right away and it was too late when I finally got the chance…but I’m here now and isn’t that what matters?”
    Wade shot him a puzzled look before nodding his head. “I suppose so,” he said.
    “Okay, Fallon,” said Gil. “Let’s sit down. I want you to tell us everything he said, and with as much detail as you can remember. Mention everything, no matter how insignificant you might think it is.”
    Fallon nodded and sat down. She spoke slowly and quietly, as if the sound of her voice might hurt her somehow. Gil watched her closely, noting every shift in her eyes, every twitch of her lips. She kept her hands clasped firmly in her lap, her eyes diverted to the side. She seemed more than frightened, and he couldn’t help but think there was more to her story than what she was telling them.
    “Did he give you any hint as to who might be his next target?” asked Wade, looking up from his notepad.
    “No. Just what I told you.”
    Wade sighed and closed the book. “Well, at least we have a connection. Fallon? Would you mind if I took a look at your cell?”
    Fallon shook her head and dug through her purse, finally handing the small unit over to Wade. “I’ve already checked. His number doesn’t even register on my phone. That’s why I thought maybe I’d imagined it that first time. I don’t understand how he can call without leaving any trace at all.”
    “Maybe he’s got something on his end that blocks it,” suggested Wade. “I’ll check it out.”
    “What if he calls again?” she asked. “He might get upset if I don’t answer.”
    “Do you think he’s targeting you?” asked Trevor. “I can post a unit outside your house if you’re worried.”
    Fallon shook her head. “No, I don’t think it’s like that. He feels comfortable talking to me. I just think I might be able to get more out of him if I get the chance.”
    “I’ll return your phone later today,” said Gil. “He never strikes during the day.”
    He watched Fallon’s face pale. “I’m going riding. I won’t be by the house ‘til later.”
    Gil smiled at her. “I know how to find you. I’ll make sure you have it, one way or another.”
    Fallon sighed and stood up, turning towards Trevor. “Thanks, Trevor.”
    “No problem. I’ll see you out.”
    She nodded and turned back towards Gil. “I suppose I’ll see you later. Nice meeting you, Wade.”
    Wade gave her another charming smile as she brushed past both men. She tensed as her shoulder raked Gil’s chest. He barely contained his groan at the heat that passed between them. Despite everything, they still had a connection neither could deny. He wondered just how far he’d delve into it.
     
    “I’m sorry,” said Trevor. “If I’d known Gil was on the team…”
    “You’d have played it the same way,” she interrupted.
    Trevor sighed and touched her on the shoulder. “Are you going to be okay?”
    “He’s heading the investigation. I don’t see how I can be any other way. Besides, with any luck, the bastard won’t call again, and I can bow out.” She smiled at Trevor’s nervous twitch. “I’m a big girl, Trevor. I’ll be fine.”
    Trevor patted her shoulder as she turned and headed for her Jeep. She walked quickly, hoping her anxiousness was hidden in her stride. It wasn’t until she was seated behind the wheel she released the tight rein she had on