Free Connections of the Mind by Roseanne Dowell Page A

truth.”
    Jeremy walked to the window. “I don’t like the idea of lying to your brother. I don’t like the idea of lying at all. Maybe you should go home. You’re in danger here, and I can’t put an armed guard on you. If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself.”
    Rebecca stared at him. Go home? The thought had never entered her mind. She took a deep breath. “What good would that do? I’d keep seeing these visions, and whoever it is might follow me.”
    “You have a point, but still, why would he follow you?”
    “I don’t know. Why did he come after me now? I mean really. I don’t know who he is. I never did anything to him. And he couldn’t possibly know about my visions. Could he?” Was someone else connected to them? Had he heard her scream to warn Jeremy? Heard her that day at the window? How did he know to leave? Sure he could have heard Jeremy running down the steps. But something told her different.
    “Jeremy.”
    “What?”
    “I think he’s connected to us. Why else would he come after me? He must think I know who he is.”
    “Or maybe he just wants to get you out of the way, so he can come after me without you warning me. None of this makes sense. Hell, I can hardly comprehend the connection between the two of us. Now there might be a third connection. I don’t like this. Don’t like it one little bit.”
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Rebecca woke early Saturday morning. If she knew Lester, he’d be here by noon, the latest. Heck, he’d probably be here by ten o’clock. After Allison called her back, she had reserved two rooms for them. She swung her legs over the bed, put on her boot, and pumped it up. She hated the dumb thing, but at least it wasn’t a cast. She hobbled to the bathroom. Maybe she should look for a pair of shoes the same height as the boot. At least she wouldn’t be limping. She turned on the water, sat down on the edge of the tub and took the boot off again. This was getting to be a royal pain. Oh well, she sighed, still better than a cast. She stepped into the shower, and let the steamy hot water ease her aching muscles. She just stood there, for what seemed like hours, letting the water flow over her and work its magic.
    She finally turned off the water and stepped out. While drying off, she noticed a bruise on her hip. Didn’t really surprise her the way her body hurt. If she hadn’t turned around, she probably would have landed flat on her face. Instead of a black eye, her face probably would have been a mangled mess. Actually now that she thought of it, if she hadn’t turned around, she might be dead. She shivered at the thought. Whatever the reason she and Jeremy were blessed—or cursed—with this gift, it saved her life.
    She had no doubt whoever wanted to kill Jeremy was after her. The only logical reason she could see was another connection. She sat down on the toilet, pulled on her pants, and redid her boot. She’d never felt a connection to anyone besides Jeremy. Suddenly, she shivered. Maybe her real connection was this person who wanted to harm Jeremy. The practical side of her mind helped Jeremy instead of him.
    No, that couldn’t be. She had felt the contentment with Jeremy sitting in front of his fireplace. Felt his pride and accomplishments when he received the award. No, she wasn’t connected to this other person. But then how was he connected to her? To Jeremy?
    Or was he?
    Someone knocked on the door. Crap, she wasn’t even dressed. She hurriedly hooked her bra and slipped on her top. By the time she got to the door, the knocking had increased, become insistent. Only one person she knew knocked like that. She looked through the peephole. Lester.
    She unlocked the double locks and opened the door.
    “Took you long enough.” Lester pushed his way into her room.
    Allison followed behind. “Sorry.”
    Rebecca shrugged. No big deal. She knew her brother. His bark was worse than his bite, and patience wasn’t his main