Free Unseen by Nancy Bush

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    Gemma gazed wild-eyed around the room. She could almost feel her mind expand and she forcefully shut it down, terrified of what might enter into it. Hurriedly, she raced to the bathroom, found the pills, shook some into her palm and swallowed them dry.

    The rain had ruined his plans.
    His head pounded. Rage beat at his temples. He’d meant to burn the witch at her home but couldn’t and now the other one was gone. Gone from the hospital.
    But he knew where she haunted. He knew he would find her scent again.
    Now he looked over the fields behind his house. Far across, in the dying light, he could see the fir trees sway. He stepped outside and stood in the feel of the wind. There was no moon tonight. It was hidden by the clouds.
    He needed the rain to stop. He needed dry weather to feed the flames.
    Across the field, lights switched on in the main house. Fury licked through him. They were spying on him, feeding information about his family to everyone who would listen.
    Quickly, he stepped around the side of the house to the carport where his brother’s truck stood. The carport roof sagged in the middle, nearly touching the GemTop which sat over the truck’s bed.
    He could smell her.
    Over the evil scent of the witch was the putrid odor of death.
    His hand automatically clapped to his neck and the bandage he’d laid over the vicious wounds she’d inflicted. He’d had hell to pay at work over that one. “Hey, retard, you cut yerself shavin’?” Rich Lachey had said when he’d stopped in at work.
    Wolf had been in a hurry. The body was under his GemTop so he’d parked the truck at the end of the lot. He hadn’t had time to do more than change clothes and slap a bandage over the jagged wounds on his neck before he showed up to tell Seth it was gonna be awhile before he could get to that engine.
    But he’d run into Rich instead. He’d wanted to smack the grin from his face. His hands clenched in preparation. He wasn’t slow, he was careful. But everyone, especially the witch-mother, had underestimated him.
    “The name is Wolf, not retard.”
    Rich threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Okay, Wolf. Where ya been? Seth wants to know.”
    “I’ll be back next week.”
    “Next week? Seth ain’t gonna like that.”
    Seth can suck my dick.
    Wolf knew his value. He didn’t ask for much pay. He didn’t ask for anything except the freedom to choose when he was available. His brother had paved the way for him.
    Now, opening the GemTop, he looked in at the body. A blanket was tossed over her body, one arm hanging out. He could see his own blood on her fingers and rage filled him anew.
    She had to burn.
    He wanted to set up a pyre in his own backyard but he knew better…he knew better…
    But the other witch. The one he’d chased. The one who’d escaped the hospital.
    He knew where she haunted.
    And it was the perfect place to take this one.
    He would burn them both.
    First this one, then the other.
    On her own evil hunting ground, he would find the site for his pyre.
    They all had to burn.
    Every last witch.

Chapter Five
    The Winslow County Sheriff’s Department was a one-level, cinder-block structure that wasn’t going to win any architectural awards but was more than adequate for the twenty or so personnel who worked there. Sheriff Herbert Nunce occupied a corner office that was filled with untidy, stacked files and fishing paraphernalia. Detective Barbara Gillette shared an office with Will, her desk butted up to his. Her side was obsessively neat while Will’s was genially messy. He wasn’t a slob, but he couldn’t bring himself to have a desk whose surface was uncluttered. His “in” pile always held a couple of pages, and envelopes and notes were tucked to one side of a leather desk pad that was occupied by his coffee mug, some pens and pencils, and a framed picture of himself and Dylan