Free Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4 by Ally Blue Page B

frown in the rearview mirror. “I wrote it down, though. I can look it up later when we’re going through the data from tonight.”
“Same here.” Cecile shifted in her seat, her skirt rustling. “Sam? Did you feel it?”
“No, I didn’t,” he admitted. “Like you said, the energy of this place is kind of hard to read.”
Bo gave him a sharp look, and Sam felt his cheeks flush under that penetrating gaze. Bo knew him well enough to figure out why he’d missed something the other psychics had felt. The hard, tight set to Bo’s features told Sam he’d be hearing exactly what Bo thought of that later.
Sam stifled a groan. He wasn’t in the mood for a lecture from Bo.
The rest of the short ride home passed in silence. Andre pulled into the circular drive of his sister’s beach house and parked right in front of the door. “Okay. Let’s get unloaded as fast as we can. I’m about to fall asleep here.”
“You and everybody else.” Dean opened the passenger side door and stumbled out, yawning. “Damn.”
The group piled out of the SUV and re-converged at the back. David opened the tailgate while Bo dug the house key out of his pocket and went to unlock the front door. Taking two large equipment bags out of the SUV, Sam followed Bo into the house. By the time he set his burden down in the living room, Bo had already gone back outside to help carry things in.
They passed each other on the front porch as Sam was going out and Bo was coming in with a camera case in each hand. Sam caught Bo’s arm. “Bo, we need to talk.”
“You’re damn right, we do.” Bo shook loose of Sam’s grip, dark eyes snapping. “Upstairs, after we unload.”
Swallowing his growing anger, Sam nodded. “Fine. But you’re not the only one with something to say.”
He strode out the door before Bo could retort. Cecile gave him a concerned look as he walked past her toward the SUV. He pretended not to see. Cecile had been a good friend and confidante to him ever since Oleander House, but he didn’t feel like telling her about his latest conflict with Bo. He didn’t even know what to tell himself, never mind anyone else. When he thought about it, he could find no good reason why he and Bo should be so angry with each other, but for his own part he couldn’t seem to help it. Something about Bo destroyed his ability to think logically, reducing him to gut reaction. It was frustrating as hell.
Within ten minutes, all the equipment was unloaded and stashed in the corner of the living room where the group had set up shop. Sam said good night to his friends, then stalked up the stairs with Bo at his heels. He could feel the others watching them, most likely wondering what he and Bo were fighting about this time. He didn’t think he could explain it even if he wanted to.
Inside the bedroom, Bo shut the door and leaned against it, arms crossed. “Explain to me why you felt you had to watch me instead of reading the fort’s psychic energy like you were supposed to be doing.”
“Because you were deliberately ignoring something that might be important.” Sam dropped into the rattan chair next to the sliding glass doors and leveled a pointed stare at Bo. “I kept my senses partially extended. But after that vision you had—”
“Hallucination.”
“Vision. After you brushed it off and pretended it was nothing, even though it was exactly like the dream I had, I wanted to keep an eye on you, and I couldn’t do that if I was in full psychic mode.”
“It was nothing. I was fine then, and I’m fine now.” Bo pointed an accusing finger at Sam. “You had a job to do, Sam, and you didn’t do it. There’s no excuse for that.”
At that, Sam’s control snapped. He jumped to his feet, crossed the room in a few strides and grabbed Bo by the shoulders. “We weren’t even supposed to be there, Bo! You fucking dragged us out there, then you have the fucking nerve to tell me I’m not doing my job?” He shoved Bo hard against the wall, then