Free Kill Her Again (A Thriller) by Robert Gregory Browne

the cruiser, and had called him directly.
    “I’m sure glad we had that medic take a look at him,” Worthington said sourly.
    “It’s not like he was wearing a sign. But Pope told me if he’d known, he never would’ve put him under.”
    “I wouldn’t think so. Is Evan all right?”
    “I’m sure he’s been better. The hotel doctor is checking him over.”
    “Hotel doctor? At the Oasis?”
    “I have a feeling it’s one of Pope’s poker buddies.”
    “Figures,” Worthington said. “What about the session? You have any luck?”
    “Not much, but it may be enough. Turns out the babysitter broke the house rules and took the kids on a surprise field trip. Introduced them to a guy Evan thinks was her boyfriend—only he’s probably twice her age.”
    “That sounds promising. You get a description?”
    “Adult male, first name Rick. Dark hair, eyebrow ring, dragon tattoo on his neck. Drives a black Ford Mustang with a flame on the side.”
    “Should be easy enough to track. I’ll put out an alert and we’ll check with Tammy’s friends, but it doesn’t sound like anyone from around here.”
    Judging by the neighbors who had stood gawking in the street, Anna wasn’t surprised. Ludlow was more Travis Tritt than Tommy Lee.
    Then she remembered the photo on the Fairweathers’ camera and a thought struck her.
    “Didn’t you say the carnival’s still in town?”
    There was a pause on the line, Worthington’s silence filled by an annoying digital static. Then he said, “A carny. I should’ve thought of that. Those lowlifes are always hitting on the high school girls. They’ve got an encampment on a vacant lot next to the campus. If he’s still around, ten to one that’s where we’ll find him.”
    “Whatever you do,” Anna said, “approach with caution. If he’s our guy and he’s got Kimberly with him . . .”
    “Don’t worry, we’ll do a little reconnaissance before we strike. You want to be part of this?”
    Anna felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. “Definitely.”
    “Then you’d better get back here ASAP. We’ll need time to organize, but I don’t want to drag this thing out. Not if there’s a chance the girl’s still alive.”
    “What about Evan?”
    “Sounds like he needs to stay put for a while. Leave him with Danny.”
    Anna looked around the hotel corridor, noting the stained carpet and faded wallpaper. This was no place for a seven-year-old boy.
    “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
    “He’ll be fine,” Worthington said. “I’ll make some calls and get someone from social services out there as soon as possible.”
    “And if Pope objects?”
    “He won’t.”
    “He didn’t seem too thrilled about this whole proposition in the first place. And to be honest, I’m not sure he’s entirely stable.”
    Worthington laughed, but it was a dry one, with little humor attached. “I’ve known Danny Pope for nearly forty years. Considering what he’s been through, he’s about as stable as they come.”
    Anna thought about this and, despite her initial misgivings concerning the entire enterprise, decided Worthington was right. Evan had fallen asleep shortly after his seizure, and social services would probably be out here before he even woke up. It didn’t make much sense to sit around and stare at him.
    There was Kimmie to think about.
    A killer to catch.
    And . . . something more.
    Call it fate, a feeling, just a sliver of intuition, but Anna suddenly felt as if what had happened out here in the desert was somehow related to her visions.
    Was that even possible?
    The onslaught of images that had assaulted her back at the crime scene seemed to have been triggered by the photo of Rita Fairweather and her kids. The Ferris wheel in the background. The house of mirrors. And although she knew, instinctively, that the little girl plaguing that dark corner of her mind was not Kimmie—not even close—there was something synchronistic about those images. About this