Free 314 Book 3 (Widowsfield Trilogy) by A.R. Wise

else. Discovering that your memories don’t belong to you is something that the human brain doesn’t handle very well.
    She took her hand away, and then nodded over to Alma. “He had the nurses help him load Ben in, and then took off.”
    “Do you know where to?” asked Alma.
    Rosemary shook her head, and then looked out toward the gate. “We can go up there and see if we can find another track.”
    “What about the gurney?” asked Jacker. “Maybe you could use that to…”
    “No,” said Rosemary as she regarded the empty bed on wheels that sat beside her. “Not if that’s the bed that Ben’s been laying on for years. No way in hell.”
    “What are you planning on doing then?” asked Jacker. “Walking the whole way and touching the ground?”
    Rosemary pointed to a security van that was parked near the entrance. “I’ve got the keys to that van. We can take that and drive out to each intersection. I can get out and try to touch the road to track them down. Not too many vehicles drive around this area, so it won’t be hard to follow him – at least until we get out of town.”
    Paul grimaced and shook his head. “That trick of yours is going to be pretty hard to do if he gets on the highway.”
    “Hopefully your friend in there can find him before that happens,” said Rosemary in reference to Rachel’s attempt to use Helen’s license plate number to track Michael down.
    “All right then,” said Paul as if he was giving in to something he didn’t want to do. “Let’s get moving.” They were all tired, but Paul seemed wearier than the others. Rosemary realized that he’d woken up earlier from the forced sleep the group had fallen into, and hadn’t rested the way the others had. Paul met The Skeleton Man, and had learned about what happened at Terry’s cabin, but Rosemary also understood that the creature had either lied to Paul about some of the details – either that, or The Skeleton Man had lost some of the facts to The Watcher’s lies as well.
    As they headed for the van, Rosemary couldn’t decipher which parts of her recollection about Paul’s time with The Skeleton Man he’d told her, and which she’d gleaned from the key he’d given her. Trying to pick apart the difference caused a headache to begin to torture her, and she decided not to worry about it. Before long, the lives of these strangers would be laid bare to her as their personal belongings poisoned her mind with their memories.  She would be quickly overwhelmed if she tried too hard to organize them.
    Rosemary lived her life teetering on the edge of insanity, or so she hoped. It was entirely possible that she’d fallen off that ledge long ago. Sometimes the secrets she kept felt like they belonged to someone else, as if all the bad things she knew she’d done might not have been her own sins.
    “You drive,” she said to Jacker as she handed him the keys she’d stolen from the security guard named Alex that had confronted her by the reservoir.
    Paul and Alma happily sat in the back as Rosemary walked to the passenger seat and started to adjust her plan on how to put an end to the Widowsfield nightmare .

CHAPTER 5 – Fewer Players
     
    Widowsfield
    Free of The Watcher’s Lies
     
    Grace Love heard the boy call out for his father. She was getting her order pad from under the counter, although she knew she wouldn’t need it. Desmond and his son, Raymond, always ordered the same thing: A Salisbury steak for Desmond and a BLT for Raymond. It was an endearing trait of the pair, and their consistent habits had become a comforting part of her job.
    Grace knelt down, and her knee pushed up on the underside of her apron, causing her red, polka-dotted sunglasses to fall out of the pocket. She picked them up and put them in her bouffant as she stood back up.
    She turned to walk toward the only populated table in the restaurant, but saw that it was empty. Her patrons had vanished, leaving no trace they’d ever been