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  Eyes Wide Open

  A Phoenix Kindle World Novel

  By: Cynthia Cooke

  Jessica dreams of death--and now death has found her.

  Jessica Barnes, a psychic dreamer, has been on the run for most of her life, escaping a serial killer who invades her dreams making her watch as he slaughters the innocent. Each time he finds her, she escapes. Only this time, he has chosen her as his next victim.

  A Security Agent with the Phoenix Agency, Adam LaSalle, is no stranger to death. He saw his share as an MP in the Army but the hardest death of all, was that of his sister--torn from this world too soon. Now her killer is targeting the woman he has sworn to protect. The woman he has grown to love.

  To stop this killer Jessica will have to do the unthinkable and let death in, forming a connection with a madman. And to stay alive? She’ll need to keep her Eyes Wide Open.

  The Phoenix Agency

  They served their country in every branch of the military – Army Delta Force, SEALs, Air Force, Marines. We are pilots, snipers, medics – whatever the job calls for. And now as private citizens they serve in other capacities, as private contractors training security for defense contractors, as black ops eradicating drug dealers, as trained operatives ferreting out traitors. With the women in their lives who each have a unique psychic ability, they are a force to be reckoned with. Risen from the ashes of war, they continue to fight for those in need. They are Phoenix.

  Chapter One

  Charleston, SC

  2:00 a.m.

  The damp cobblestones glistened under the street lamps that fell upon Adgers Wharf, a historic city street in Charleston. The heavy knock of the man's boots thumped off the old, worn stones and echoed through the streets as he walked. The woman he followed kept glancing over her shoulder, her movements nervous. Furtive. She quickened her pace. As did he. A lone horn sounded across the water of Charleston's harbor. At this time of night, no one was around to hear her. Or help.

  The woman turned another corner onto E. Bay, her shoulders almost sagging with relief when she spotted her destination up the street. One of those overpriced boutique hotels all the tourists loved. She headed toward the wooden gate built into the brick wall that surrounded the gardens of the old home, searching for refuge in the overgrown courtyard. By day the gardens would be stunning, blooming with the cloying fragrance of jasmine from the ivy climbing and pulling at the home's walls. Gardenias and camellias would be shaded by the thick canopy of a live oak, offering a sweet respite from Charleston's oppressive summer heat. But tonight, the garden lay in thick shadows cast by the light from the lone street lamp. A beautiful setting for what he had planned.

  The woman stepped through the gate and into the courtyard garden, but before she could close and latch it, he pushed through behind her. Surprised to see him so close, she looked up at him, her doe eyes wide, her dewy lips forming a perfect O.

  He smiled to put her at ease. "Sorry to startle you, ma'am."

  She took a step back, starting the dance he loved to play. She'd go back; he'd go forward. Warring emotions would cross her face: wariness growing to concern and then moving to disbelief, which would lead to his favorite—abject horror when she realized what was about to happen. Her emotions would flash in a slideshow across her face for his amusement and enjoyment. Deep in the depths of her eyes, playing out on her lips, in the creases of her forehead, all ending with the inevitable conclusion that she was about to die.

  That he was going to kill her.

  It was always the same. The shock. The valiant struggle when they realize that no one was going to save them. But by then it would be too late. This one was no different. The flailing of the arms, the kicking of the feet, the impotent screams against his hand, all useless. And yet he wouldn't want it any other way. It made the kill that much sweeter. The dance culminating finally with the clawing at the thick leather of his gloves as he squeezed, pressing his fingers harder and harder into the soft white skin, with only the moon and the birds cloaked in the trees to bear witness to the miracle of this woman's passing.

  The beautiful send-off from this world to the next.

  As she collapsed in his arms, he held her tight and whispered, "There, there, my sweet. I did it all for you." In a quick movement, the sharp blade of his favorite knife sliced through her creamy skin, and sent her effortlessly on her way from this world to the next. He yanked a chain from her neck, a small memento to go with the others, then he kissed her forehead and laid her gently on the ground amidst the flowers and monkey grass. He crossed her hands over her chest, picked a dainty rose off a nearby bush, and slipped it between her fingers. "Another angel returned to heaven."

  He quickly pulled out a pen out of his pocket and drew something on her forehead, but Jessica couldn't see what. The man stood, turned, then walked out of the garden, shutting the gate behind him.

  "You're next, Angel Face. It's time for our dance," he said into the night air as he continued down the street, his boots clicking across the cobblestones, the eerie sound of his whistling hanging on a gentle breeze.

  ***

  Jessica sat upright in bed, heart thumping, sheets sticking to her damp skin. She didn't know how, or why, but she was suddenly certain that the killer knew she was watching him. That his words were meant for her.

  She shuddered for a long moment then listened to the stillness of her apartment, certain she could still hear the thumping of his boots. Was he in the house?

  Right outside?

  She slipped out of bed and slid open the drawer in her nightstand. She pulled out her Ruger, silently crept through the room toward her cracked door, and pulled it all the way open. She could still sense him, feel him, as if he were standing next to her.

  As if he was still inside her mind.

  She continued through the second-floor apartment, checking every room, but saw no one. He wasn't there. In the kitchen, she put on the kettle and took a mug and a box of English breakfast tea down from the cabinet. There would be no going back to sleep tonight.

  He wasn't here, she told herself. Even if, every now and then, she could swear she caught the scent of peppermint.

  Could he have been there? Watching her sleep?

  A movement caught the corner of her eye. She spun and saw Lucy sitting on the top of an oversized chair in the living room, looking at her with bored feline eyes. Jessica let out a quick breath and relaxed her shoulders.

  No one was here. She had to calm down.

  She filled her mug with hot tea and honey, walked past Lucy to her artist's table in the corner of the room, and flicked on the lamp. She wanted this man and his sickness out of her head, and the only way to do that was to commit him to paper. She took out her pen, dipped the nib in the ink well, ran it over a fresh sheet of canvas paper, and started to create, beginning with the moon that saw…everything.

  Maybe twenty minutes later, her phone rang. She hesitated before picking up the handset. Not too many people had this number, and even fewer would be calling in the middle of the night. "Hello," she answered.

  "It's Vivi. Are you all right?"

  Jessica pushed
out a relieved breath and stared down at the black-and-white images splashed across the paper. "Yes. It's all over now. How much did you see?"

  She'd met Vivi at a Lotus Circle Meeting, a gathering place for psychics to exchange ideas and have an outlet for talking with others who understood the joy and the burden of carrying these gifts. She thought maybe she would join the new chapter that had just started up in Charleston, but Vivi was the only person she'd felt comfortable talking to. Jessica wasn't ready to expose herself to others, and unfortunately, Vivi lived in San Antonio.

  "I didn't see anything, but I woke with an urgent certainty that you are in danger," Vivi said. "Otherwise, I never would have called at this hour."

  Something tripped in Jessica's chest. She wasn't used to having people worry about her. She looked around her living room once again, her gaze lingering on the shadows in the corners. "I'm okay," she said through a catch in her voice.

  "Did you have another vision?"

  "Yes." Vivi was one of a handful of people who knew about Jessica's visions. It wasn't something she shared easily. She'd learned the hard way that most people didn't want to know what she saw. The brutality of it, the ugliness.

  "Listen," Vivi said urgently, "my niece, Faith, has friends that can help you. I'm going to call her."

  "I don't know if I have anything to worry about. Besides, I'm not sure there is anything they can do. There isn't anything anyone can do."

  "My visions are never wrong, Jessica. Whether you want to admit it or not, you are in trouble. Just talk to these people. Listen to what they have to say."

  Jessica stared at the ink on her paper, at the glint of lifelessness in the dead woman's eyes, and then at the Ruger by her side. "Maybe you're right. I don't think this guy is done with Charleston. In fact, I think he's just getting started."

  "And I fear his next target is you."

  Those words sent a chill through Jessica that no amount of hot tea could reach.

  "Expect a call tomorrow."

  "Thanks, Vivi."

  "That's what the Lotus Circle is here for. You don't have to go through this alone." Vivi disconnected.

  Jessica hung up and stared down at the unfinished picture.

  "You're next."

  She shivered and stared at Lucy. "What do you think?"

  The cat just stared at her.

  "I don't like it any more than you do."

  The last thing she wanted was people in her house, in her life. She liked being alone. Just her and Lucy. No one to judge her. No one to worry about. She picked up the pen and got back to work, all the while trying to get the smell of peppermint out of her head.

  Chapter Two

  The Gulfstream landed smoothly on a private airstrip in Maryland outside Baltimore and taxied toward a hangar on the far side of the runway. As they came to a stop, Adam LaSalle unbuckled his seatbelt and waited as the pilot, Mike D'Antoni, ex-Air Force and partner in the Phoenix Agency, pulled off his headgear.

  He'd gotten the summons early that morning. "Drop everything. We have a new assignment for you." Adam had only been working for the Phoenix Agency for about a year, but when the boss told you to drop everything and get on a plane to come see him, that was exactly what he did.

  "Any idea what the job is about?" Adam asked Mike as they descended the stairs.

  "Nope," Mike answered. "But from what I heard, it's personal."

  That couldn't be good. Adam followed him into the hangar toward a small office in the back where Dan Romeo, senior partner of the Phoenix Agency, and his wife, Mia, were waiting for them. They stood as he entered. He'd met them briefly when he'd first signed on with Phoenix last year, but he'd never worked with them directly.

  "Good to see you, Mike," Dan said to the pilot. "Are you available for a quick trip down to Charleston and back?"

  "Sure thing," Mike said. "I'll check on the refueling."

  "Great, thanks, Mike. Appreciate it."

  Adam watched Mike go and wondered if that quick trip involved him.

  "Thank you for flying out here on such short notice," Mia said, taking his hand. She was petite, with wavy, shoulder-length auburn hair, and green eyes that seemed to peer right though him.

  Dan shook his hand next. "We've been talking with Rick Latrobe, and he said you've been doing a terrific job for us. When we told him what we needed for this next assignment, he said you were the best."

  "That's good to hear," Adam said, beginning to relax as they all took their seats. Rick had been his trainer and had given him most of his assignments with the group.

  "Not only that," Mia added, "but Rick felt that your background made you the perfect fit for what we were looking for."

  Adam's interest was piqued. "Which background would that be?"

  Mia quirked an eyebrow. "Is there more than one?"

  One side of his mouth lifted. "Perhaps."

  Dan leaned back in his chair and grinned. "Your background as an MP in the Army, for starters. Rick told us that during your tour, your team said they'd never go on a mission without you. That danger was your middle name."

  "Fearless," Mia added.

  "War stories," Adam cut in quickly. "You know how tales can get embellished, even exaggerated while you're in the field. It cut down on the boredom."

  "Still…" Mia hesitated. Adam looked into her green eyes and had an eerie feeling that she didn't miss a thing. "People who are fearless usually have a death wish. Do you?" she asked.

  He held her gaze. "Maybe. But it also means I get the job done."

  "Well, we can't argue with that," Dan said. "Your conduct on your last five cases has been exemplary."

  "Thank you."

  "But this one is different," Mia said. "This one is going to take a soft touch.

  Adam held up his right hand and wiggled his fingers. "Soft as a baby's butt."

  She cracked a smile. "Good."

  He relaxed. "So what's it about?"

  "I got a call last night from Faith's aunt, Vivi. Have you met Faith yet? She's Mark Halloran's wife, one of our senior partners."

  "Nope. Not yet."

  "Faith and her aunt are special."

  "Have you been briefed on the PSI side of the agency?" Dan asked.

  Adam had heard mumblings, but nothing concrete. He shook his head.

  "Mia and Faith have set up another division of the Phoenix Agency called Phoenix PSI. It serves as both an adjunct and an enhancement to all of our operations. More of our members are joining as the needs arise."

  Mia leaned forward. "We all have special abilities."

  "Abilities?" Adam repeated slowly.

  "Psychic abilities that they use to help us with our investigations," Dan said.

  "Okay." Adam wasn't completely closed-minded, and luckily, this wasn't the first time he was hearing about Mia and some of the others and all their woo-woo stuff. But it was the first time he actually had to confront it, and to make a decision. Did he believe? Did he even want to?

  "Faith's Aunt Vivi is very involved in a group called the Lotus Circle," Mia said. "It's an organization that allows psychics to get together for support and encouragement. They have small chapters in several states. While in Charleston, Vivi met a psychic named Jessica she'd been talking to through their website. This woman is very powerful, but she doesn't embrace her gift. She won't go to the meetings, and doesn't want to get involved."

  "She's more of a loner type," Dan added.

  "Okay, so where do I fit into this?" Adam asked.

  Mia caught his gaze. "Vivi had a vision of Jessica surrounded by blood."

  "A vision," Adam said slowly.

  "Yes, that's Vivi's gift. Only in her vision, the blood was black."

  Adam leaned forward and clasped his hands on the table. He worked with facts, not visions. He didn't know what he was supposed to do with this.

  Mia took a photo out of a file folder sitting in front of her and pushed it toward him. "That in itself wouldn't cause us a great deal of concern, except las
t week a tourist was murdered where Jessica lives, and we believe another was killed last night."

  Adam looked down at the crime scene photo of a woman lying on the ground, her blond hair spread around her, a thin line of red lying like a ribbon across her neck. A pool of her blood lay beneath her head.

  "We need you to fly down to Charleston, check in on Jessica and make sure she is okay, and that she's safe from this killer," Mia said. "See if there is anything else you can find out about these murders."

  Dan's dark eyes narrowed. "It's too soon to tell if the woman who was murdered last night is related to the murder last week, but Vivi is certain it is the same killer."

  Adam set down the photo. He was beginning to understand why they'd chosen him. "You think there is a serial killer targeting young women in Charleston?"

  "Yes. And that Jessica might know something about him," Mia said.

  "And you got all this from a dream?"

  "A vision," she corrected. "Don't discount the women in the Phoenix Agency, Adam. Their gifts are the real deal."

  Adam held up his hands. "Don't worry about me. I'm good. It's all good," he said, though he wasn't sure he believed it.

  "And if there is a serial killer?" Mia asked.

  He looked at her again, looked into those knowing eyes, and felt a thread of queasiness move through his gut.

  "Would you have a problem dealing with that?" she asked.

  His jaw stiffened for a split second before he plastered on an easy smile and shrugged. "Nah. Serial killers? No way. Let me at them."

  "That's good," she said. "Because if you let what happened to your sister affect your judgment on this case, it will be disastrous for both you and Jessica."

  The smile dropped from his face.

  "Yes, I know about your sister. I'm sorry about what happened to her."

  "Is that why you suddenly started taking on more dangerous assignments?" Dan asked.

  Adam had to stop himself from getting up and walking out the door. His sister. His personal life was none of their damned business. His jaw hardened.