(Psychic Visions 01) Tuesday's Child (9 page)

She sipped her tea, apparently comfortable under the intensity of his gaze. She didn't fidget, move around, or make artificial conversation.

"Well," she asked. "Did you make up your mind?"

He lowered his cup. "About what?"

"Whether to believe me or not."

"I'm willing to believe up to this point. Your information checked out on the car accident and until I find out otherwise, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Gee, thanks." She peered over the rim of her teacup, derision in her voice .

Exasperated, he said, "You can't expect me to jump for joy over all of this. I'm a cop. I like things to be cut, dried, and clear. I also know that it rarely happens. So if there is information that can help, then I will listen and say thank you."

She stared at him, a frown between her brows.

He had no idea what she was thinking. Samantha had the odd distinction of being the only person to throw him off balance every time he saw her.

She shrugged. "What questions did you come to ask me?"

Damned if he could remember.

He took another drink of tea while he racked his brain. Oh yeah. "I'm hunting a particular killer. I wondered..." He leaned forward. "Can you find people?"

She cocked her head to one side and narrowed her gaze. "I don't know. I've never tried." Almost apologetically, she added, "I don't have any formal training in this."

He nodded. Stefan would have a heyday with her. He thought about it for a half second, then grabbed his notebook from his pocket and wrote down Stefan's phone number. He continued to ask several general questions about her abilities and the things she'd seen.

Ripping the note off, he placed it on the coffee table between them. She could contact Stefan on her own if she wanted to. He asked one last question. "Is there any particular trigger for the visions?"

That caught her off guard. She stared at him, her eyes flat. "Yes."

"And that is?" he asked.

"Violence."

10:19 am

"Y
ou can't put him to sleep. He's been doing great. I don't understand." Samantha blocked the cage containing Soldier, the name she'd settled on for the injured German shepherd. The rest of the staff faced her as one group.

"Samantha, we warned you about his lack of progress. He isn't adapting to people. No one will be able to handle him. The shelter won't take him now."

"Then why did you save his life?" Damn, she hated to beg, but someone needed to stick up for the dog. "If he was worth saving then, he's worth saving now."

Lucy stepped forward, placing a comforting arm around Sam's shoulder. "Honey, we tried to warn you. We hoped he'd get better, but he hasn't."

"He just needs a little more time." Samantha didn't know what tactic to try next. Her hand clenched again, fingernails sliding into half-moon impressions already there. She knew she had to keep trying. She hated the compassionate looks from her co-workers, hated their detachment. No one had taken the time to get close to Soldier like she had. It wasn't fair.

Just this once, she'd broken her own cardinal rule and gotten close. Too close. Her heart ached. She couldn't stand the thought of something happening to him.

That made it an easy decision.

"I'll take him," she said abruptly.

The room exploded.

"No Samantha, you can't do that. He could be dangerous."

"Sam, that's a bad idea."

"I wouldn't recommend that."

Sam refused to listen. They didn't understand. She
had
to give Soldier a chance.

"I have to try. He's not comfortable here. If I take him home, he'll have an easier time of it. He needs to learn to trust again. He can't do that here."

"And then what?" Casey, the only female veterinarian on staff, spoke the collective voice of reason. "What if he attacks you?"

"He won't." Sam answered with more confidence than she felt. Stubbornly, she repeated, "I have to try."

Dr. Wascott walked over and squatted down before the German shepherd's cage. Dangerous growls filled the room.

"Sam, I can't let you do that." He sighed. "He's dangerous. I can't have that on my conscience."

"Well, I don't think he is. But, if you give us a chance and it turns out he doesn't improve or gets worse then...then you can put him down."

Standing up, the vet snorted, his hands on his hips, staring at her in concern. "At that point, no one will be able to get close enough and we'll have to shoot him."

Some truth existed in his words, but Sam wouldn't be swayed. Not now that she'd sensed a sign of weakening. "I'll need to borrow a cage to transport him." She double-checked the size of the dog. "And a hand to load him."

"The only way I'll agree is if you keep him in his cage for at least another week." He reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'll come and see him then and re-evaluate. He's too dangerous to be free right now. He could hurt himself and anyone in the vicinity."

Sam interrupted him. "Which is why my place works. There's no one around for miles." Tossing him a smile of thanks, Sam headed out to her pickup to make room in the box.

Moving Soldier went well, with everyone's help. Once Sam made it on the road, she kept checking the rearview mirror to make sure the cage hadn't shifted.

Driving gave her time to think. Like about the name and phone number Detective Sutherland had left behind, with a casual comment. "He's a strong psychic whom I've worked with in the past. Call him if you need someone to talk to."

Then he'd left, seemingly not realizing what a bombshell he'd left behind. Sam had snatched up the paper, read the name
Stefan
, then tucked the information away in her purse. She'd wanted to grab the cell phone and call right away, but hadn't a clue what to say. Now, excitement bubbled in the back of her mind. Terrifying her with the possibilities. She hadn't been able to call yet. In truth, she'd rather have Brandt with her when she made contact. Less awkward that way.

Sad to say, but this had gone a long way to improving her opinion of this particular detective. She wrinkled up her face at another truth. To have the handsome detective believe her would be great. To earn his respect, now that would be a bonus. There was just something about that look in his eyes. As if he cared. As if he cared about
her
.

How sexy was that? To actually know that someone was listening, paying attention. Just his focus on her with such intensity made shivers go up her spine. His dynamic features, so alive and always shifting, intrigued her. But then so did his lean muscles cording his neck and forearms.

Goose bumps raised on her arms, even though she drove in the heat of the melting sun. For the first time that she could remember, she'd found a man that intrigued her. She grimaced. That a cop had been the one to bring her dormant sexuality back to life was beyond ironic. Women had been attracted to men in uniform since time began. Just not her. Too many bad memories.

The trip had to be hurting the dog in the back, yet she hadn't heard him once. The cabin came into view, surprising her at the speed of today's trip. Once home, she backed the truck up to the porch.

Moses waited, wagging his golden plume of a tail. She hopped out, gave him a swift hug, and went to open the tailgate. It stuck, as usual. She pounded it a couple times before it finally dropped. Moses bounded into the truck box, eager to check out the new arrival.

He loved other dogs. Most of the time, they loved him. Soldier curled a lip, but other than that showed no reaction. Sam watched their interaction carefully. Except for a low warning, Soldier ignored the other dog.

Sam, hands on her hips, spoke to the dogs. "Now would be a good time for the detective to show up. We could use his help – or rather his muscles." The cage rested on an old blanket. She'd had plenty of help loading him, now she'd have to tug on the blanket to drag him off.

Despite working alone, the blanket system worked well. Although, by the time Soldier had been safely moved to the porch and under the overhanging roof, Sam's limbs were shaking from the effort. Soldier never made a sound.

Even now, he lay there and regarded her with his huge eyes blackened with pain. They locked on her as if he understood. Her heart melted a little more.

Sam collapsed beside his cage, her breathing ragged. "There you go, boy. Life will be much nicer here." Using the bottom of her t-shirt, she wiped the rivers of moisture from her forehead.

Moses and Soldier sniffed each other through the steel mesh as Sam rested and watched. The patient needed fresh water, clean blankets, medicine, and food. Lord, she needed food. And a shower.

With full bowls of food and water, Sam returned to see Moses stretched out against the side of the cage, staring at her reproachfully.

"Don't look at me like that. I can't let him free. He might take off." Placing the bowl down, she unclipped the front door.

"Hi, Soldier." Soldier's dark pain-filled gaze locked on hers. He slumped lower.

"Shit. Are you hurt? Damn it. I knew we shouldn't have moved you. I'm so sorry, Soldier. I had to. They were determined to put you down."

He closed his eyes, his mouth growing slack.

Fear clutched her heart. She struggled to open the tight clasp on the cage door. The closure snapped open and she stretched a hand toward him.

He didn't growl and only opened one eye. Pain clouded his gaze, but a much less heated warning remained.

"What's the matter, no more fight left inside? Or are you prepared to give me the benefit of the doubt after rescuing you from there?" She stroked the thick, lush fur. Dried blood decorated his dark coat. As her fingers worked deeper and deeper, she found sand and grime worked in to skin level. "Poor guy. It's been a long time since anyone cared about you, hasn't it?"

Sam's knees and back ached from the cramped position. She scrubbed his back and neck for another moment. While she worked, she told him about his new life, using a quiet calm voice. She didn't know if it helped or not, yet knew it was what she'd like done if she were in the similar situation.

Stupid. It's not as if she'd ever be huddling in a cage. She stopped, her fingers deep in his thick fur, stunned by the correlation. She might not have been in a cage, yet she'd been living as if she were an injured animal anyway. Wary, hiding from the next blow that life would deal her.

She laughed. "Enough for both of us, huh?"

The cage door clipped her as she backed out, making her curse. Moses whined. Soldier even lifted his head. With both dogs' gazes on her, Sam managed to extricate herself from the wire. She stayed on her knees for a long moment, considering the door. If she disliked it, imagine how the dog liked it?

But if she left it open, would he run away? Or worse, get hurt? The cage offered safety for him. But what kind of life did he have without freedom? As he'd still be in the cage, she wouldn't be going against her word to her boss. Not that he'd see it that way.

Moses stuck his nose on her neck, reminding her she'd been motionless for too long.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave him a warm hug, burying her face in the thick ruff. "Oh, Moses. Tell me this is going to work out for the best."

She reached down to shut the cage door, and stopped. Both dogs stared at her, ears up. Soldier couldn't go anywhere right now. His injuries would stop him from running away. But what about her agreement with the vet? She made a gut decision.

"Fine. We'll try it your way."

Sam walked into the cabin, the cage door wide open behind her.

7:22 pm

Whistling cheerfully, the tall, heavily built man tugged on the lead he awkwardly held in his left hand along with one of the two dog crates. He should have made two trips, but he'd had enough for today. It was time to head home. Past time.

He'd held his temper all he could this day. He was quite proud of himself. It took inner strength to remain calm when inside he despised being here, despised the people, and particularly despised the women.

He should get an Oscar for that alone.

No one appreciated how hard it was for him here. No one. He was capable of so much more. Still, it was their loss and his gain. He knew he could do more. In fact, he
was
doing more – they just didn't know about it. A malicious joy seeped through him.

"Hey, Bill."

Jack, one of the organizers, had chased after him and almost reached him. He sighed, took the last few steps to his van, and put down the crates. Damn, these dogs were getting heavier every time he had to take them anywhere.

"Good class today. Thanks, buddy. Did Dolly Seymour ask you about fitting in a new session next week? This would be another private session."