Blood Dreams

Chapter Fifteen

THE NAME AUDREY on a bracelet seemed to mean little, or at least didn't appear to help them narrow their search in any way. Jordan reported three Audreys on the current tax rolls of Prophet County all of them born in Venture, likely to be buried here, and none having living husbands or living sons.

"Not that I'd expect to find her here anyway," Hollis said. "Unless our killer came home when he came to Venture. And somehow… that doesn't feel likely."

"So why did he come here?" Dani said. She rubbed the back of her neck, tired because it had been a very long day and because she hadn't been all that rested to begin with. "Why choose Venture as his latest hunting ground?"

"The sixty-four-thousand-dollar question," Paris agreed. "There has to be something that brought him here, of all places. Something Venture has that every other small town in the South lacks. And we don't have a clue what that is."

Marc got to his feet, saying, "All I know is that I've spent at least an hour longer than I should have in this room today. I need some air. Come on, Dani, I think you do too."

Hollis looked at Paris with mock sadness. "I feel unloved."

"And unwanted," Paris added.

They stared at each other, this time with real frowns.

"Weird," Hollis said. "Déjà vu."

"Yeah, me too."

Dani had no idea what they were talking about. She was fairly certain she wasn't up to sparring with Marc, but she'd also had more than her fill of this conference room and the brutal exercise of trying to put together the puzzle pieces of a monster's insane mind.

She got up and headed for the door, saying only, "If you guys come up with any bright new ideas, sing out."

Paris waved an absent hand, her attention already fixed once again on the open file on the table in front of her.

"At least she's not thinking about Dan or the divorce," Marc offered quietly as they walked down the hall toward the bullpen and main reception areas of the sheriff's department.

"The silver lining?"

"Why not?"

Dani didn't say anything to that until they were out on the sidewalk, both turning automatically toward the distant center of town because it was a pleasant walk on a pleasant late afternoon.

On most days, at least.

" Paris said-" She stopped herself.

"What did Paris say?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter."

Marc nodded to a passerby who had lifted a hand in greeting, and said, "Dani, I wish you'd stop censoring your instincts and impulses around me."

She blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You did the same thing years ago. Drove me nuts. I couldn't decide if it was me you didn't trust or yourself, and every time I tried to find out, you did your classic avoidance thing and managed to distract me. Somehow."

Dani glanced at him. "Was that what I was doing?"

"Hell, you've known the right buttons to push with me since you were about seventeen."

She cleared her throat. "You probably shouldn't tell me that. I might take advantage."

"Feel free."

It was at least the second time he had said something like that, but more than his matter-of-fact tone made Dani choose not to go down that path with him. Here and now, at least.

She knew damn well she was too tired for that. Plus, her head was still throbbing dimly, at least in part because she was trying to shield her mind and wasn't at all sure she could even manage the unfamiliar bit of psychic protection.

That voice. That damn voice. She never wanted to hear it again. And she was terrified it was somehow connected to some part of her deeper than her thoughts.

As if he hadn't expected her to respond, Marc continued, "I was certain it had to do with trust. Then we had that shared experience in one of your vision dreams, and I thought I knew for certain. Because you were gone within a week."

"It wasn't you. I mean, it wasn't about trust."

"Then what was it about?"

Dani wondered vaguely why this seemed easier to talk about as they walked slowly along, not looking at each other. Was that it? Or had everything up to now just made this possible?

"Some things have to happen just the way they happen, Dani. And when they happen." Miranda shrugged. "No matter what we see or what we dream, the universe has a plan."

"Dani?"

Was it just a matter of timing? She hesitated, then said, "It was about… those monsters I see. Evil people doing terrible things. Horrible events I can't stop. I… didn't want to be that girl, not to you."

"That girl?"

"Cassandra." She heard a shaky laugh escape her. "The voice of doom. I never see good things, remember, Marc? I never see happy things. Happy endings. I just see monsters."

"Dani-"

" Paris said that's why I left Venture. That I thought I could take the monsters away with me. All the monsters. So the people I left behind here would be… safe. But that's not what happened. Your mother still died of the cancer I saw-we saw-take her. And other monsters I saw, like Danny, stayed here. I guess some were always here and always will be. But…"

Marc waited.

"But then I came back. And I'm afraid… I brought this monster here. Somehow. I brought this evil to Venture."

Marc stopped and turned her to face him, his hands on her shoulders. "Bullshit."

She heard another unsteady laugh escape and hoped it didn't sound as out of control as she felt. "Yeah, that's all I needed to hear, one good, resounding bullshit. That'll fix everything."

He was smiling faintly. His hands tightened on her shoulders. "Listen to me. You are not Cassandra. Not the voice of doom. And you did not bring monsters to Venture when you came back here or take them away when you left. The monsters just are, Dani. Part of life. The darkness most of us try to keep at bay. The difference is that sometimes you can see them coming, that's all."

"And what good is that if I can't change what I see?" she asked, even as a part of her wondered if that was, for some reason she had yet to fathom, actually happening this time. If she was changing what she had seen, had maybe already changed it.

If she was even making things worse than she had seen.

"The monsters keep winning, Marc."

"Dani-"

"What if this one wins too?"

Saturday, October 11

Roxanne really did like dogs but knew her brother had been right in advising her not to wake the neighborhood with her postmidnight visit, so she took care to be as quiet as possible as she moved toward the abandoned textile mill.

Defunct. The word is defunct.

"And every time you say it," she whispered, "it sounds weirder. But never mind that. Take a gander at the neighborhood and tell me if you sense anything wrong."

Okay, hang on a minute.

She waited in the shadows of what had once been a small gas station of the cozy type seldom seen these days, wondering again why this seemingly prosperous little town could boast so many abandoned buildings. So many defunct businesses. And why it didn't seem to bother anyone to leave the structures standing as is rather than tear them down or re-purpose them.

She wasn't quite as suspicious by nature as Gabriel was, but anomalies nagged at her, and this was the biggest one she'd seen in Venture.

Well, barring the serial-killer thing.

I'm not getting anything. In fact, it's damn quiet for a Friday night.

"Saturday morning now," Roxanne pointed out softly as she moved from the shadows and continued on her way.

Either way, it's a bit strange, if you ask me.

"We've both seen most of what there is to see of this town, Gabe, and I didn't notice any nightclubs or bars." She continued to whisper, her voice hardly more than a breath of sound.

They have a multiplex at that mall out on the highway. I guess everybody's there.

"Postmidnight shows? I sort of doubt it, but maybe they're having a film festival or something. Anyway, if that's where they are, let 'em stay there. I don't need anybody's headlights-"

Speaking of. Duck.

She took cover on one side of a tall hedge, just seconds before a quiet car passed her position and turned at the next corner.

Roxanne waited in the shadows through a slow count of ten, then continued on her way. There were streetlights in the area-sort of. Technically, she supposed, since the lights were clearly industrial and likely belonged to the region's power company. But these lights tended to be beside or behind the homes rather than out on the streets, as they were closer to downtown.

So there was plenty of darkness for her to skulk in.

Investigate. Plenty of darkness to investigate in.

"Neither of us is very grammatical." Roxanne paused briefly to get her bearings, then made the final turn that would take her to the hulking building that had once housed a textile mill.

Never mind grammar. You really need to be careful now, Rox. Remember who you're hunting. What you're hunting.

"I know."

Just look for signs, that's all. Find something, and we call in the cavalry. Right?

"Stop worrying. I'm not at all anxious to run into this monster,, believe me. Not that I'm his type."

Judging by the victims here, that's not a problem for him anymore. He's making these women into the woman he wants them to be.

"He's sticking to the same body type, though. I'm way too tall." She found the main entrance to the mill-on the other side of a padlocked gate. "Damn. This place has two big steel doors and absolutely no windows; why put a fence around it too?"

Old security. Like everything else abandoned around here, nobody's bothered with it since the last one out locked the gate. Padlock?

"Yeah, big one. Can you get it?"

Of course.

She waited for the telltale click, then removed the open padlock and hooked it on the chain-link fence. Then she paused. "You know, it just occurred to me that since textile mills are filled with big, heavy machinery, they tend to be built on slab foundations. Solid concrete. No basements or underground structures of any kind."

Huh. How about that? I never would have-

"Goddammit, Gabe. We're going to have to have another little Come to Jesus talk, you and me."

I don't know what you mean.

"The hell you don't. You pull this protective shit on me one more time, and I'll-"

You'll what?

"Look for another partner."

Yeah, good luck with that. We're stuck with each other, babe. And in the meantime, why don't you check out this place anyway? Because no matter what you suspect about my motives, the truth is that we'd be making a huge mistake in interpreting Dani's dream literally. So we check out every potential hideout for a serial killer who needs space and privacy. Right?

Grudgingly, she said, "Right. But you have seriously got to accept the fact that I can take care of myself."

Okay, okay. But just move, will you? It's nearly dawn.

Roxanne opened the old gate cautiously and was several steps along the broken concrete walkway to the mill's main doors when she stopped suddenly and turned to scan the darkness behind her.

What?

"That car, the one that passed a few minutes ago."

What about it?

"I've been watching this neighborhood since midnight, and it's the only vehicle I've seen moving."

So?

"I didn't see it turn into a driveway. Plus it was moving slowly and was awfully quiet."

Looking for an address?

"At four in the morning? Do me a favor and sweep the area again, would you? I've got a bad feeling about that car."

Gabriel didn't argue.

Okay. Hang on a second.

Roxanne waited, her uneasiness growing as she visually scanned the area as well as she could in the darkness.

Leave, Rox. Now.

"Gabe-"

Get the hell out of there. Don't stop to lock the gate, just go!

Roxanne moved immediately, smoothly drawing her weapon as she stepped through the gate. But as fast as she was, as careful as she was, she never saw or heard him coming, and never even got the chance to assume a defensive posture before powerful hands grabbed her gun arm.

Paris refilled Dani's coffee cup and pushed it across the table to her. "Look, Marc's right, especially about his mother. People get sick. The fact that you dreamed his mother would didn't make it happen-but it may have given her more time, because he used the warning to make damn sure she got to a doctor, pronto."

"That's what he said." Dani wrapped her fingers around the warm cup. "And I pretended to believe him."

"And he pretended to believe that?" Paris shook her head. "He always did know you better than you thought, sweetie."

Dani shrugged. "It was a moment, maybe… and then it wasn't. I shut down, or he did. A deputy caught up with us to tell Marc that he was needed back at the station, and we went back. Bad timing, I guess."

"Bad timing." Paris was frowning. "Did you dream last night?"

"Not that I remember." She hadn't slept, too fearful of giving over control of her sleeping mind to the vision dream. Or to the voice that kept getting in.

The only upside, she had decided, was that she seemed better able to shield or cocoon her own mind, since even Paris seemed unaware of the struggle. For the first time, that realization caused Dani a twinge of worry.

It was odd, now that she thought about it, for something so profound happening to her to go unnoticed by her twin.

"So you didn't try to take Marc in?"

Dani dragged her mind back to the conversation. "I told you, I have no intention of doing that. Look what happened the other night with you and Hollis-and both of you are psychic."

"We're both okay. More worried about you, since you were the one with the nosebleed."

"Yeah, and that still bugs me. I don't think it was from the strain of taking the two of you in."

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't feel any strain at all, not even an effort. I wanted you two with me-and you were. It wasn't until we heard that ungodly scream that I felt…"

"What, scared? Because it sure scared the hell out of me."

"No, it wasn't fear. I mean, I was scared, but I was feeling something else."

"Like?"

"I don't know. Pressure? Something like that." And the voice. The one you barely heard.

"You got the bends in a dream?"

"Funny. I don't know what it was, obviously."

"But it felt like something outside yourself?"

It was Dani's turn to frown. "Maybe."

"Please don't tell me it was our psychic killer. I mean, I know we all heard his voice, or at least a voice, but he couldn't have actually done anything to you, right? He couldn't have caused the nosebleed?"

Dani's frown deepened. "I don't see how."

"I guess there's no way to know for sure."

"Not unless I bump into him in the next dream." Dani shivered. "I may take you and Hollis in again just for company." Then she shook her head. "Scratch that. You two looked exhausted all day; going into my dream was clearly a bad idea."

"It hasn't hurt me so far."

"And maybe you've just been lucky."

"Too dumb to know better, when we were kids," Paris agreed. "Thing is, we didn't know better. We had a playground inside your head."

"Okay, that sounds really creepy," Dani told her.

"However it sounds, it has had its uses, especially since we signed on with Haven."

"Barely. Twice I've managed to take you into a relevant vision dream. Twice. In more than a year."

"And it was useful both times. I remembered a few details you couldn't, and those details proved helpful to the investigations."

"Didn't change what I saw. It never changes what I see, the outcome."

"How do you know?"

Dani stared at her sister.

"Seriously, how do you know? Dani, maybe what you see is… the lesser of two evils. It's like what Miranda told us. Premonitions are tricky beasts: Do you see what happens if you don't intervene, or what happens if you do?"

"That's a hell of a possibility. I mean, that things could be worse than what I see. And you're about as subtle as neon."

Paris sighed. "Just trying to provide a little perspective, that's all. You've gotta get over this idea that you're a prophet-or prophetess-of doom, that your ability is entirely negative. It's been dragging at you since we were kids."

"I just… For once, I'd like to foresee something positive."

"Maybe the universe doesn't need help with positive. Isn't there some kind of entropy theory about how the natural state of things is disintegration?"

Dani stared at her.

"Hey, I consider ideas too. Sometimes. Anyway, maybe what the universe needs help with is keeping everything from falling totally apart. Why show you the happily-ever-afters if what's really needed is help getting there through all the dark stuff along the way?"

"Way to cheer me up, sis."

"You're not getting it." Paris wore an unusually intent expression, and her hazel eyes had darkened almost to brown. "Look, at any given time I might pick up a few facts or bits of information, like the way I did with that bracelet-for all the good it did us. Anyway, those glimmers might or might not help me with an investigation or a problem or, hell, just help me get through the day. But people like you and Miranda and this Quentin we've heard so much about, the universe shows you guys signposts. Not hidden in the scenery the way they are for the rest of us, but lit up and glowing so you can't miss them. And whether those signposts are things to avoid or paths to take, it still gives you a leg up on everybody else.

"Dani, we're all wandering in the dark, and you guys have the lamps." The distant look in her eyes vanished abruptly, and Paris chuckled. "My metaphor wandered too, didn't it?"

"Just a little bit." Still, Dani felt better about an ability she had for so many years viewed as usually ugly and depressing. But then she shook her head and added, "Didn't Miranda also say there's a difference between a premonition and a prophecy? That a premonition is something you can influence, affect, and a prophecy is… written in stone? Inevitable no matter what you do to try and change it?"

"Pretty much."

"So how do I know what it is I'm really seeing? A version of the future I help shape or one I can't avoid?"

"I guess you can never really know. Unless you learn how to be a lot more plugged in to the universe than either one of us is so far." Paris eyed her twin, then said, "And we share that neon subtlety. Quit stalling and finish your coffee so we can get to the station."

"I wasn't-"

"Yeah, yeah. If you and Marc don't get things between you sorted out soon, somebody's going to have to knock your heads together. Bad timing or not, we need the two of you functional if we're going to find and stop this killer."

It was a blunt reminder but a welcome one; Dani had discovered since signing on with Haven that being able to use her abilities in positive ways had been slowly changing how she felt about those abilities, and she wanted that to continue.

Needed it to continue.

Especially now.

So she finished her coffee and prepared to return to the sheriff's department with Paris. And it wasn't until they were almost there that she wondered suddenly why Paris had not once, in all this time, asked the question she should have asked about Dani's vision dream.

She had not asked where she was.

Because she didn't want to know the answer?

Or because, like Dani, she was afraid she already did?