บททั้งหมดของ Dreams: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Jennah stopped the car when she knew she was a safe distance from the prison.  She got her phone out of the glove box and quickly dialled Captain Wilds’ number.  He answered on the second ring. “Captain, its Jennah Best.  We have a problem.” “You’ve seen Dom?” She closed her eyes for a second.  “Yes.  He’s presently recovering from two stab wounds.” “Is he all right?” Her eyes flew open.  “No!  The inmates and guards, as well, know who he is.  He said the warden is the one running all of it.” “The warden?”  His voice was louder. “Think about it. Why else would cons and guards go after Dom?” “Son of a bitch!” Now he was getting a clear picture.  “You have to get him out.” There was a long silence.  “If the warden is in on it, how can we?  The original plan was to find the source and then bring the warden in on it...”  “Shit!

Jennah hung up the phone with a loud groan.  It had been nice of Captain Wilds to call her with an update, even if it wasn’t the one she wanted to hear.  They had a few leads on the warden, made three more arrests, and had spent the last week checking out contacts, which was all good. It was coming together.  Dom was still in a safe house, and from what the captain implied, he wasn’t happy having to stay out of sight. She sighed and watched out the window.  It was snowing again, and she felt as heavy as the snowflakes looked.  She had tried to connect with Dominic several times in the last week, but hadn’t been able to.  She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t.  The captain had said he had been exhausted and spent a few days resting more than anything, but now he was working the case with them.  Did he have her blocked again?  She was wishing she had asked him more questions on this thing that they were able to do.  It wasn’t as if

It was a perfect Christmas Eve. The night was bright and clear and the snow sparkled where ever light hit it.  Jennah parked her car in her driveway and got out to look around.  Turning, she eyed the door to her apartment and sighed.  She didn’t want to go sit in there alone and think of what it would be like to share this night with family and children.  Locking the car, she dropped the keys into her pocket and turned toward the sidewalk.  She stopped to watch a family outside playing. The children were excited, and rightly so. This was a pretty big night in their young worlds.  The parents were happy. She could see the secrets they held between them each time they looked at each other on this magical night. Each home she walked by was decorated and sang out the season’s joy.  Feeling a chill, she pulled up the collar on her jacket and then stuffed her hands into her pockets.  For this one night there was only happiness in Rid

Dominic watched from behind the curtain as she got into her car and left.  He waited until her lights were out of sight before scanning the entire area.  He couldn’t see anything except the tall snowbanks lining the road. There was no trace of movement in the early dawn.  He turned and looked the other way, watching for shadows.  No signs of movement again this morning, but for the last few days his gut had been telling him someone was out there.  He slowly moved the curtains back into place and stepped back from the window.  He rubbed a hand over his face.  “Probably just paranoia setting in,” he mumbled to the empty room.  He turned around and grabbed his cell phone from the table.  Rolling his shoulders, he tried to relax as he punched in Brody’s number. A groggy voice answered on the other end.  “You weren’t sleeping, were you?” “Some people do that, Dom.” Dominic grinned at the sound of irritation

When Brody pulled up outside, Dom watched him walk slowly and carefully along the side of her car, looking for the same tracks he had been looking for.  He was trying not to lose it, but they didn’t have long before it would be too dark to find anything. Brody stepped in the doorway.  “The glove?” Dom went over and took the large case from his hand.  “It’s mine.  It’s covering blood.”  He dropped the case onto the couch and opened it.  As he pulled out the gloves, he looked over his shoulder to see Brody with a concerned look on his face.  “It’s theirs, not Jennah’s.”  He pulled on one glove and then paused in the motion of pulling on the other one.  Hesitantly, he glanced back at the other man.  Brody stood there with his head cocked to the side, eyebrows raised while studying him.  Dom looked down at the floor for a second.  He had just slipped up. Unbelievable.  Sighing, he turned and