Free Winters Family Psi Chronicles 1: Transformation by John O'Riley Page B

see his sister again and he wasn’t about to lose her again without a fight. “Let’s go.”
    “Let me get something first.”  Skylar briefly left the room and returned with a revolver tucked in his jeans. “I’m going to shoot the bastard that killed Emily.”
    They strode purposefully outside and Skylar grunted as he lost his footing. He picked himself up off the ground as he clutched his head in both hands as if afraid it would fly away. He quickly sank into the passenger seat of Jeremy’s truck before promptly passing out. Jeremy swallowed nervously before engaging Skylar’s seatbelt, starting the engine and carefully taking his vehicle out onto the road. Hopefully, he could anticipate his own loss of consciousness and pull over if necessary before causing an accident. He decided that it was best to avoid the freeway. He’d only driven for a very short distance when his telepathy kicked in. Jeremy immediately slowed his truck and pulled over at the first opportunity. The car behind him honked hard and long as he or she passed by. Disorientation and dizziness assaulted his mind along with the thoughts of hundreds of people.
    Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut as nausea made his stomach heave. He rolled down the window just in case. Unexpectedly, a vision popped into his mind, obliterating the telepathic assault. The scene showed him Emily pulling up to his driveway in a blue sedan. She jumped out of the vehicle and a joyous smile curved her lips at the sight of Jeremy stepping out from the front door. He rushed over to his sister as Skylar emerged from the house with his revolver clutched in his right hand and pointing at the bushes. Emily’s gaze locked onto the gun with concern and her eyes widened in alarm.  Skylar fired the revolver three times. The mysterious gunman fired back and hit him in the shoulder.  Skylar’s revolver slipped from his grasp and he clutched the bullet wound. The gunman stepped from the bushes. He was a tall, blond man with icy blue eyes dressed in jeans and a loose fitting black shirt. He had a bullet wound in his lower left leg but the injury didn’t hamper his ability to shoot. He limped forward a step and aimed his gun at Emily. Before anyone could react, he fired twice. Jeremy flinched and snapped out of his vision.  Skylar hadn’t stopped the gunman from murdering Emily. Jeremy waited for several moments to see if his telepathy would kick in. When nothing happened, he pulled his vehicle back onto the road and resumed his journey.
    Obviously, they needed to outsmart the gunman. They would need to set up a trap for him. For some reason, the killer was following Emily. Now that Jeremy knew exactly where the man would strike, maybe Skylar could position himself in the neighboring yard so he could shoot the killer from behind. Jeremy’s shoulders sagged with relief when he finally made it to his house.  Skylar was still unconscious beside him and showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. A heavy fatigue still clung to Jeremy and he knew he didn’t have the strength to haul his friend into his home. He waited for quite awhile before Skylar stirred and his eyes opened.
    “It’s about time,” Jeremy grumbled sleepily.
    The two of them dragged themselves into the house and prepared for bed. Jeremy set his alarm for six in the morning so they’d be awake in plenty of time to set up a plan of action to protect Emily from the killer stalking her. Unfortunately, events didn’t go according to plan. When Jeremy blearily opened his eyes in the morning, bright sunlight shone through the window and his alarm was blaring loudly beside him. He reached out to shut it off and his eyes widened with horror as he noted that it was after ten. Adrenaline shot through him as he leapt out of bed and raced out the front door. His truck was the only vehicle parked in the driveway and there was no sign of Emily’s body. He stared at the spot where she’d died in his vision then shifted his gaze