Climbing into Eryn's truck, Cassie sighed. "It's over. Definitely over. I can't believe I wasted three years of my life on that lying, cheating, self-absorbed prick.""You didn't waste anything. Think of it as a lesson learned. Clearly, it was not meant to be.""I guess." Cassie shrugged, needing to change the subject, needing to forget, even if for just a little while. "Would you mind taking me shopping? I need a new car because I just gave him mine.""Sure, where do you want to go?" "Anywhere that sells minivans because that's what I want. I loved that minivan! It's too bad I destroyed it." She giggled."Don't you think you're a little young and single for a minivan?" Eryn questioned."Whatever," Cassie said, rolling her eyes. "I want something comfortable and roomy. Like I said before, no one would suspect a minivan driver of anything. It's the perfect surveillance cover, and I need to get back on the job, ASAP.""Okay." Cassie found a Dodge Caravan that she liked
Cassie stared through the window of her minivan, eyeing the house she shared with Greg. The thought of stepping back inside to clear out her belongings was more than she could bear, but she knew it had to be done. The sun had begun to rise behind the house, surrounding it with a colorful halo-like glow. It looked so inviting, the perfect home, their home, what used to be her home. Sighing, she stepped out of the van and approached the house. As requested, Greg left the key under the mat. Cassie entered the house, startled to discover she felt like an intruder in a stranger's home. It was partly true. Although it had only been a few days since all hell broke loose, it felt like a lifetime. Tears escaped her eyes, but she swiped them away. Looking around the home they had shared so many good times in, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. The good memories she had were buried beneath the horrifying vision of her husband shagging her sister. She lost too much. Dreams of a futur
She drove back to the farm to unload and freshen up before leaving for the office. On the drive, Cassie mulled over the events of the past weekend. When she left for work on Friday, she had no idea her life would be turned upside down that very evening. Her marriage was over, but there was nothing she could do about it, so the only alternative was to push it to the back of her mind and move forward. Trying not to think about it would be a challenge, but she refused to spend her life being sad and bitter. Life was too short. It helped knowing she got a few digs in this morning. She smiled defiantly. If Greg and Sara were happy together, there was no way in hell Cassie would play the role of the beat-down, broken-hearted wife. She had way too much pride for that, but there was no reason why she shouldn't demonstrate her fury in a glorious act of vengeance. In situations like this, revenge should simply be expected. Cassie arrived at the office just after eleven in the morning. S
Randy knocked before opening the door to the first office on the left. Bursting with anticipation, her bubble deflated when she saw what reclined behind the desk of the pristine office. They must have worked all weekend to clean it, but the amazing office transformation was forgotten as soon as Cassie's eyes beheld the new guy. It took everything she had to disguise her disappointment. He didn't look like the kind of guy one would expect to ride a motorbike. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't by any means hot. He was ordinary, nerdy. His freshly cut, wavy, light brown hair framed his clean-shaven face, and a lock of hair that had somehow escaped its otherwise flawless arrangement draped lazily across his forehead. As he stood, Cassie scanned his profile. He was maybe 5'8" with a medium build, piercing blue eyes, and black-rimmed glasses. Smoothing his hands down his body to straighten his clothes, he looked awkward, nervous, but it was only momentary and quickly replaced with a confident
Surveillance sounded exciting, but sitting in your vehicle, for hours on end, waiting for your target to make a move was anything but exciting. It sucked. Cassie sat in her van across the street from the Schmidts' house, bored as ass, for only a couple of hours, but the time dragged at a snail's pace. She watched Chase come home for lunch and then leave. She watched as Tricia rolled out the garbage bin to the side of the road. She watched as Tricia pulled the weeds from her front flower garden.Stuck in her vehicle with nothing but time, Cassie found herself thinking about her life. It had been turned upside down and dredging through memories didn't give her a single reason as to why her seemingly perfect marriage failed so epically. Around one in the afternoon Cassie's phone buzzed with a message. She didn't have to look to know that it was from Greg, but she was curious.Nice, was all it read. Growling, she tossed her phone onto the passenger seat. She was far too pissed to
By the time Cassie got home, Eryn was already in bed, so she couldn't ask when Ben would be coming home. She might be missing him. Hmmm.Then again, it could be her slutty hormones that were missing him. Exhausted, Cassie crawled over the boxes and bags of clothes that crowded her room and plopped into bed. Thoughts of her rendezvous with Ben crept into her mind. Mostly, she hoped for a repeat performance. Snuggling under the blankets, she continued to reminisce until dosing off.Cassie woke early and headed to the kitchen for coffee. She was happy to find Eryn at the table enjoying hers. "Hey, how did yesterday go?" Eryn asked."Not so great. I might have a lead, but I have no idea where it's going." Cassie didn't want to discuss her psycho vengeance antics."I was referring to your visit to the house, and you know it." Eryn glared at her, knowing Cassie was intentionally avoiding the topic."It went fine. I got everything I wanted. I just need to find time to unpack e
Tuesday morning went much the same as Monday. Cassie followed a jean-clad Tricia to the dentist and to the grocery store. Then she followed her home and waited. Just after ten, Tricia strolled out of the house wearing another sexy dress, this time red. Curiosity arched Cassie's brow. There was definitely something going on.Cassie followed her to the same pet store as yesterday, parked, and waited. Over an hour later, Tricia emerged from the store, once again, smiling and empty-handed. What the hell? Knowing Tricia would be going home to have lunch with Chase, Cassie decided she had time to check the place out. She parked in front of the pet store and went inside. The store seemed small, but the shelves were well-stocked and clean. Strolling leisurely down the aisles, her eyes scanned around for clues. An Employees Only door at the back of the store caught her eye; she had to know what or who might be behind it. She loitered around the store, for a couple of minutes, unti
A black Camaro pulled up in front of the Schmidt house around two in the afternoon, snapping Cassie out of her surveillance coma. Shrinking back in her seat, she watched as Tricia emerged from the house, dressed as the floozy alter ego, and got into the Camaro. As they pulled away from the curb, Cassie recorded the plate number. "Finally! God, I hope this is the guy." Cassie pulled out onto the street to tail them and followed the Camaro to the Green Valley Country Club, just north of the city. Since she wasn't a member, she parked in the visitor lot, snagging a spot with a decent view of the road, so she could see when the Camaro drove out. Settling in for another long wait, she whipped out her phone and texted Daniel the plate number. He texted back: I'm on it.Cassie replied: Anything else on Jenna? Not yet. Randy has me running: he replied. "Well, this sucks," she said to her puppy. They had been waiting for over an hour and the puppy was starting to squirm. Tricia
Margot Woods whipped open the door and beamed before yanking Cassie into a mama-bear hug to beat all hugs. Cassie went limp in her arms as Randy chuckled at the exchange."My sweet girl," Margot cooed as she pulled from her embrace. "I've missed the dickens out of you.""I've missed you too, Mom." Cassie giggled, reached for Randy's hand, and followed Mom inside. They entered the living room where her father was seated, and Mom disappeared into the kitchen. Cassie scanned towards the kitchen and then the dining room, looking for Sara and Greg. She had been dreading this encounter, but Randy forced her to put on her big girl panties and face them. So here she was. Baby steps.Sara's laughter could be heard from outside. Cassie moved to the sliding doors to the backyard and stared out through the glass as Randy moved in behind and kissed the back of her head. The scene before them was like something out of a mushy Hallmark Christmas movie. A young couple laughing and throwing
Focused on work, the hours passed. Again, voices from out front caught Cassie's attention although she hadn't heard the door chime. She stepped out into the hall and almost fell over with shock. Sara stood in a small circle with Daniel and Karly. She spoke quietly while holding Karly's hand and resting another on Daniel's arm.They appeared engrossed in whatever she was saying. Nothing about the conversation seemed hostile, so Cassie quietly backed into her office while briefly catching her sister's eye. It looked as though Sara had it handled. Cassie knew it wasn't her business and hoped it would stay that way.A few minutes later, Sara knocked and then entered the office. Cassie noted a sense of peace on Sara's face that could be attributed to the 'cleaning of house'."I've put everything to right, except for Greg," she sniffed as if trying not to cry. "I've tried, but I just can't find the words. And how do I explain my gift or your gift or dad's or all of it?"Cassie shrugg
By noon, they arrived at the office, ready to roll. Feeling safe, Cassie and Randy strolled hand in hand through the front door in broad daylight. Gone was the sense of doom. Gone was the man who wanted her dead. Karly rose from her place at the front desk and greeted them with a smile. Her brown bob framed her face which held a lovely glow. "Welcome back. You must be relieved that Bolton's under house arrest," she said, her eyes conveying concern for Cassie. Karly didn't know that Bolton took his life the night before, and neither did Daniel, unless his precognition revealed the truth. They had no way of telling Karly without giving up Randy's initial intent or Daniel and Cassie's abilities, so Randy and Cassie agreed to just let it all play out.Cassie grinned with relief. "It's definitely good to know he'll have a difficult time taking another shot at us."Daniel appeared next, moving down the hall towards them. He smiled and nodded a hello as if all was well in the world. He
Cassie rose early and with Mooch in tow, headed straight to the barn. Overnight a blanket of fresh fluffy snow covered the slush by at least two feet, but the still air defied the evidence of last night's blizzard. The silence was amazing. She paused, closed her eyes, and inhaled a long slow calming breath. The cool morning air flushed her cheeks, but she welcomed the feeling, she welcomed the prairie chill that ripped through the fabric of her jacket. She was alive. Bolton was gone and she could really live again. As she continued towards the barn, she noticed a spring in her step, and her body didn't feel rigid with worry. She fed the horses and then took Mooch for a walk around the property.She imagined a check list of things to deal with and crossed off Bolton's name. Immediately below his was Melody. Crazy, bonkers, completely unbalanced, Melody. The only person left wandering around that hated Cassie with a passion fueled by serious imbalance.What would Bolton's de
Cassie took Mooch to bed. They snuggled in and she took comfort stroking his ears. He was asleep in seconds, but she lay awake wondering.Sleep was a touchy subject for her, but tonight she intended to utilize her abilities, to gain some insight into Bolton's death. She needed to know if he did indeed kill himself, and if so, why? It just didn't make any sense. She could see it, if he had finally exacted his revenge and killed her, as a way of escaping prison, but before he got to do the deed? No. She just couldn't accept it.Closing her eyes, she focused, relaxed, drifted: Mist surrounded her, the blinding kind, so she knew she was close. Within seconds it began to clear, and she could take in her surroundings. Bolton entered his home through the front door and walked straight passed her as she stood in his living room unnoticed. He dropped a backpack on the dining table, left the room for a minute and returned with a pen and paper in one hand and a handgun in the other. Focused o
Eryn fired up the truck, laid her foot on the gas, and they sped from the yard. "You're up," she said. "Where to? I'm not sure if I want to know but what did you see?""It was Randy, he's going to shoot Bolton and kill him." The words tore from her mouth like a dagger to the heart. "I can't believe he'd do this.""Jesus," Eryn hissed. "Do you know when? Where?""I saw this while awake and the last time that happened it was an immediate thing. We need to go to the city, to Bolton's house, to try to stop it, but I think it's too late." "Why would he do that?" Eryn said. "I mean, Bolton was busted lighting fire to his house and yours, he was going to jail." Cassie remained silent, but she could feel Eryn's suspicions grow in the awkward air that surrounded them. "Spill, lady."Sighing, Cassie shook her head. She literally couldn't keep anything from Eryn, so she said, "I had a dream that Bolton planned on shooting me, and Daniel confirmed, saying he had the same dream.""Oh,
Twenty-four hours of cyber stalking, mini-naps, and watching the tag on Bolton's car go to his place of work, Thomas Tire and Auto, and then home, felt like a lifetime. With an ankle monitor on, Bolton lead a boring existence, but so far, he'd adhered to the court mandated restrictions. They caught a break in surveillance thanks to a buddy of Randy's at the station who provided them with Bolton's work schedule that he submitted for monitoring. Randy thought he'd have the poison figured out by tomorrow and would plant it while Bolton was at work.The plan was falling into place. It was a shaky plan that Cassie wasn't comfortable with and poison seemed ridiculous and obvious. A gun to the head, that made sense, but Randy though it was too loud, messy, and hard to wash their hands from it. Like a caged animal, Cassie was sure as she paced the floor of their room that if she didn't get out of the hotel soon, she'd lose what was left of her mind."So," Cassie drawled. "We gotta kick
Cassie drifted back in the sofa and dropped against the cushions, tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling. Stunned wasn't enough of a word to describe watching your sister make a man forget he impregnated her. It was beyond bonkers. But it happened. It was epic, and as far as Cassie was concerned, terrifying. The implications of Sara's new gift were off the charts."We need to undo what she just did," Cassie blurted out."What's that now?" Daniel asked, clearly confused by her statement.She swung her head on the cushion to address him. "Seriously? You don't remember? It's the reason you're even here." Cassie eyed him as if he might say otherwise, but everyone in the room except Daniel knew the truth.Daniel laughed and then gaped at Cassie as if she were insane. "What are you on about, Cassie?" Daniel's genuine look of confusion was all they needed to know. With very little effort, Sara had wiped him clean. The sinking feeling in Cassie's chest returned, and she fough
The door to the room opened and everyone filed in. Dad rushed to greet Cassie with a hug, and Cassie looked towards her sister who stood off to the side, arms crossed, eyebrow arched, looking as if she anticipated an apology.Randy offered Sara a chair and she took it, looking uneasy. Cassie eyed her perfect bombshell sister. Sara looked amazing, rocking her almost pregnancy figure with a cute grey maternity sweater and jeans. She glowed, radiantly, and Cassie was sure she had never seen her sister look so beautiful. "So, what's so important that you just had to see us?" Sara asked not even trying to disguise the fact that she felt put out.Dad pulled away, noting Cassie's worn appearance, and turned to address Sara. "There is much to discuss, Sara. I need you to promise to listen carefully to all that is said. Do you trust me?""I mean, you've only been my dad for like five minutes." she said, eyeing Cassie for confirmation so Cassie nodded. "I guess," Sara said. The fact