Free The Vision by Heather Graham

could possibly be crazy in any way.
    They’ll be sorry.” She giggled. “I’ll bet you Victor is sorry right now. I mean, you are his diving partner, really. I’ll bet he’s kicking himself right now for what he said.”
    Genevieve’s brush paused halfway through the length of her hair. She turned and studied
    Bethany. “What if I told you I saw her again?”
    Bethany laughed, flinging herself back on the bed. Then she realized Genevieve wasn’t
    laughing and sat up soberly. “You’re kidding. Please tell me you’re kidding.”
    “If you repeat this, I will call you the worst liar in the world,” Genevieve said forcefully, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. Bethany was staring at her with worry in her eyes.
    “Oh, Genevieve…you are teasing me, right?”
    “No.”
    Bethany closed her eyes. “I don’t think I want to hear this.”
    “Then…then I won’t say any more.”
    “No! You have to talk to me…. I just don’t think I want to hear it.” She hesitated.
    “Please, Gen, go ahead.”
    Genevieve sighed. “I was down there with Thor. He was moving a little ahead. I felt as if
    I were being called, so I looked back, and…there she was. Exactly where I saw her
    before.”
    Bethany frowned. “I…wow. I don’t even know what to say.”
    “Here’s the thing. Have you ever seen one of those movies with…astral projection,
    except that it wouldn’t be exactly that…or heard about people who died on the operating
    table and were floating above themselves, looking down at their own bodies?”
    “Now you’re seriously scaring me. What are you talking about?”
    “It seemed as if her…her ghost left her where she was weighted down. And led me—
    pointing exactly to the place where I should look.”
    Bethany just stared at her.
    “Did Thor see her?”
    “No.”
    “Gen…”
    “It’s the honest to God truth.”
    “You saw the woman again? A dead woman. Then her…ghost pointed out the exact spot
    where you found the coin.”
    “Exactly.”
    Bethany just stared at her again.
    “Say something.”
    “Oh, God, what do you want me to say?”
    “That you believe me!”
    “Uh…”
    “Oh, never mind. Just don’t repeat anything I’ve said. He’d have me locked up.”
    “Who?”
    “You know who. Thor Thompson.”
    “Oh, Gen, I don’t think—”
    “He’d manage to get me thrown off the dive, I guarantee you.”
    Bethany walked over to her, setting a hand on her arm. “I think you’re right. I think…I think you’d better not talk about any of this.”
    “I swear to you, everything I’m saying is true.”
    “True in your own mind,” Bethany whispered gently.
    “I saw her. I promise you, what I saw was real.”
    “But Thor…?”
    “No, you’re right. Thor didn’t see her.”
    “And today you weren’t…scared?” Bethany asked.
    “No. Yes. I was terrified at first. And then I had to pretend I wasn’t seeing anything.”
    “I’m confused. The first day you nearly choked and drowned, it shook you up so much.
    And then…today…it’s become your friend?”
    “I don’t exactly know. Maybe today I gave her a chance because I was more afraid of
    Thor than I was of seeing a ghost. Bethany, I know this will sound strange, but I think she
    wants us to find the ship.”
    “Great,” Bethany murmured. “I want us to find the ship, too.” She stared at Genevieve
    anxiously. “So this is…”
    “I guess.”
    Genevieve hesitated. She was still afraid. And not just of what had happened in the water.
    She was afraid of what had happened this morning.
    Waking up soaking wet, wearing seaweed.
    “I’m going to slip out during dinner and see Jay Gonzalez.”
    Bethany sighed. “Oh, good move. Like Jay doesn’t think you’re crazy, too. You talked to
    him, remember? He wanted to help. He couldn’t find anything.”
    “He can try again. Some poor woman is snatched somewhere every week, maybe every
    day. And there are always runaways who end up dead and unidentified,”