by V.
Copyrighted Material
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright © 2012, 2016 V. & D. Povall
All rights reserved.
Publisher: Dragonfly Media
ISBN (paperback): 9781642374926
eISBN: 9781642374650
Library of Congress Control Number (LCCN): 2016918052
DragonflyMedia, Oceanside, CALIFORNIA
Writing never happens in a vacuum. Many are those who help in different ways.
Thanks
To the Okanagan County Sheriff’s Office for their assistance and particularly to Sheriff Frank T. Rogers for his warm welcome, guidance, and advice on multiple procedures and locations.
To Michael D. Billing, CEO of the Okanagan Mid-Valley Hospital, for his help and to his Assistant Becky Corson for her insights into psychic experiences.
A Special Thank-You
To Jennifer Silva Redmond, our exceptional editor, for her invaluable advice and her unique ability to elevate our prose while honoring our voice.
Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
Bonus Sarah’s Recipes
V. &. D. Povall
CHAPTER 1
Sarah spotted the blood first. A red spatter marred the snow that glistened under the weak winter sun.
Then she caught sight of the man sprawled on the side of the road.
She pulled off the highway and dialed 911 to report the incident. Cell phone in hand, she sprang from the car, knelt down, and instinctively placed her hand on his chest. “Help is on the way,” she told him. “Can you hear me?”
His eyes were swollen shut, his cheeks and lips scraped and torn. Blood oozed from a gash above his temple. He tilted his head and his eyelids fluttered, but remained shut. He reached out for her.
She took his blood-soaked hand and held it close. “It’s all right, don’t try to move. The paramedics are on their way. You’ll be all right.”
He struggled to open his eyes again, but his body wilted and his breathing became labored.
“Stay with me; stay with me.” She reached for a handful of snow and carefully patted it on his forehead.
The man stirred once more. “Sarah,” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“Sarah,” he muttered again.
“Yes, I’m here. Stay with me. Please. Help is on the way.”
His body went limp as he slid into unconsciousness.
Conrad Thompson rushed down the hospital corridor in a desperate search to find his wife. He spotted her at the end of the hallway, covered in blood. “Sarah!” He raced to her and held her at arm’s length, searching for injuries.
“I’m all right; it’s the man’s blood. I should’ve asked you to bring me some clean clothes.”
“What madness possessed you to drive this far from home?” Conrad pulled her toward him and wrapped her in his arms. “The road over the pass is always treacherous in the snow.” His voice held a mixture of anger and despair.
Sarah shook her head and shrugged. “I can’t understand it myself. I’d finished baking some bread when I had this uncontrollable urge... an overwhelming awareness that someone desperately needed my help.”
Conrad released her and sighed. “Angela again? I’d hoped she was finally resting in peace.”
“No, no. Not your grandmother. This time it’s someone else.”
“Who?”
Sarah shrugged. “Maybe the injured man?”
Conrad’s eyes widened with bewilderment. “Are you saying you sensed the living?”
“Don’t look so shocked. It’s not impossible. I could do it when I was little.” “Yeah, but you haven’t had these type of premonitions since then. Have you?” “No. Years of denial did lots of damage.”
“So why now? Do you know this man?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“I have no clue. It’s very odd. For a year now, I’ve had no premonitions, no sensations, no images whatsoever.. .until today.” Her eyes were troubled.
Conrad pulled her to him again and held her tightly. When she lifted her face, he kissed her. “We’ll figure it out.”
In the year since their wedding, Sarah hadn’t changed much—in his eyes she grew more beautiful and desirable with each passing day. At fifty-seven, she carried herself with a youthful energy and charm that Conrad found irresistible.
He caressed her cheek. “I take it you want to hear all about this man once the doctors are done with him.”
She nodded. “I do.”
“Okay. C’mon then; let’s sit down.” Without releasing her, he guided her to the waiting room. They retreated to the farthest corner of the empty room and sat. He wrapped her hand in his. “Let’s unravel this puzzle. Tell me again how this all began.”
“I’d taken the bread from the oven and placed it on the counter to cool, when I felt compelled to leave the house and drive north as fast as possible. I knew someone’s life was in danger. I had no idea where I was going or what I’d find. Only that someone desperately required my help and that there was no time to waste. So I took off, as if someone were guiding me. I completely lost track of how long and how far I drove.” She paused. “Then I saw him, the injured man, lying there on the side of the road. When I rushed to his side, he moaned, so I knew he was still alive.”
“Thrown from his vehicle?”
She shook her head. “There was no crash, no vehicle.. .only him lying in the snow. I suspect he was assaulted or thrown from a car or something. His face was a bloody mess, eyes swollen shut, and his cheeks cut and scratched. I spoke to him, and he tilted his head toward me—I think he could see me. He tried to smile, but his lips were too swollen and lacerated. He looked dreadful.. .his head was bleeding.it was awful. Poor man. I kept asking him his name, but all he did was whisper my name.”
“Your name? How did he know your name?”
She looked startled. “I could’ve told him. The blood horrified me so—I don’t recall exactly what I said.”
“Are you sensing anything else about him now?”
She looked into Conrad’s eyes then slowly shook her head. “No. Maybe...she looked I ’m not sure.”
“You’re not used to dealing with all this psychic stuff yet. It was hard enough when Angela thrust you into our lives. But this—”
“Strangely enough I’m not frightened.”
Conrad smiled. “That’s a good sign I suppose. What’s the difference between how it felt when my grandmother connected with you and now?” “Well.. .with Angela I tuned into the past. She’d been dead so long. And she used the old photos in the attic to reveal the secrets of our twin houses. She eased me into accepting my psychic abilities, and by the time I realized your grandmother was orchestrating it all, I couldn’t go back. I’d accepted that I could communicate with the dead.”
“So you’re saying that now the sensations are in the present?
Is that it?” She shrugged. “That isn’t clear yet. It feels like the present, and yet.. .not entirely.”
“You mean a bit of both? Past and present?”
“Yes. Maybe.”
He squeezed her hand. “Well, then be careful what you do and how you react until we’re certain, because it sounds to me like you’re dealing with the living this time.”
Conrad stood as a uniformed sheriff stepped into the room and made his way directly toward them. He was in his mid forties, well muscled, with a permanent frown etched onto his face. He removed his hat to reveal a baldhead, smiled, and stretched out his hand.
“Mrs. Thompson?”
Sarah stood and shook his hand. “Yes, nice to meet you, Sheriff Williams.” The man tilted his head, clearly taken aback. “You know my name?” Sarah hesitated. “The paramedics must’ve told me. This is my husband, Conrad.”
Conrad shook the sheriff’s hand and placed a protective arm around Sarah’s shoulder.
“Good to meet you both.” Williams nodded at Conrad, then turned back to Sarah. “Mighty decent of you, ma’am, to stop and help this man. Lucky for him you were driving by. May I ask where you were going?”
“To find him,” Sarah said matter-of-factly.
The sheriff stared at her, then Conrad, then back at her.
“You mean he called you?”
“No, not exactly. I.” Sarah vacillated for a moment. “I had a feeling that someone’s life was in danger, so I got in my car and drove this way.”
“A feeling?” Williams asked, unable to suppress a snort of disbelief.
“Yes. A feeling” Conrad said. “She gets them. She has good instincts.” Sheriff Williams nodded condescendingly at the couple then took a small pad and pen from his breast pocket.
“Okay.. .so where were you when you had this f-e-e-l-i-n-g?” He stretched the word to ensure his sarcasm wasn’t lost on them.
“Home,” Sarah answered.
Williams squinted at Sarah as if trying to determine if she was serious. “Okay,” he said at last and then flipped a couple of pages back in his notebook, obviously looking for the address that Sarah must’ve given to the paramedics. “And that’s down south, toward Winthrop, right?”
Sarah nodded.
Williams glanced at each of them in turn. “I see.”
Sarah and Conrad remained silent.
“And then what?” Williams frowned with impatience. “Go on.”
“I got in my car and headed north across the pass,” a serene Sarah continued, “and found him lying on the side of the road. That’s all, Sheriff.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Of course she’s sure. Why wouldn’t she be?” Conrad’s annoyance with the sheriff wasn’t subtle.
Williams raised his eyebrows, clearly gratified at getting a rise out of Conrad. “Doing my job, sir. Need to get to the bottom of what happened.” “Any idea who he is or what happened to him?” Sarah cut in.
“Not at the moment. I’d hoped you could shed some light on that.”
“I’m sorry I can’t be more help.”
Williams flashed her a condescending smile. “You mind telling me more about this feeling you had? It sounds a little strange, if you don’t mind me saying.”
“I’m sure this all sounds very odd to you, Sheriff, but like my husband said, I do at times have”—she glanced at Conrad as she searched for the right word—“these intuitions.”
“So let me see if I got this right. You were minding your own business when, for no particular reason, you had this ‘intuition’ and took off across the pass in the middle of a winter storm.”
“That’s it. Nothing more than that,” she said with conviction, her eyes challenging Williams’s mocking stare.
“You don’t say.” He smirked, unable to contain himself.
“Sheriff Williams,” Conrad said as he stepped forward, “I realize that it’s a bit unusual, but there’s no reason for you to treat my wife as if she’s guilty of something. She’s simply a Good Samaritan who helped an injured man. At some risk to herself, I might add. Nothing more.”
The sheriff eyed Conrad without turning his head, then shifted his gaze back to Sarah. “Okay. Let’s say that I buy this story of yours—”
“That’s it; I’ve had enough. We’re leaving,” Conrad said as he ushered her toward the exit. Sarah smiled politely at the sheriff.
A doctor stepped into the waiting room, blocking their departure. He smiled at the Thompsons. “Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, I’m Dr. Lawrence.”
“Dr. Lawrence.” Conrad shook his hand.
“A pleasure to meet you,” Sarah said.
Dr. Lawrence nodded at Sheriff Williams. “Hi there, Billy.”
Williams sauntered toward them.
Dr. Lawrence had a calm demeanor, which, combined with his thick, curly white hair, bushy eyebrows, kind smile, and metal-rimmed glasses that rested on the tip of his wide nose, resulted in a placid and reassuring presence.
The doctor cleared his throat. “Mrs. Thompson, the man is very lucky you found him when you did. He received a severe beating, and his injuries could have been fatal.”
“Is he going to be all right?” Sarah asked.
“We’ve patched him up as well as we can, and I believe his physical wounds will heal over time. There’s quite a bit of internal bleeding in his brain though, and we’re concerned about that. All we can do now is keep a close eye on him and wait. Is he a friend of yours?”
“No. I’d never seen him before.”
“Did he say anything when you found him?” Dr. Lawrence asked.
“My name.”
“How did he know your name?” interrupted Williams.
“I suppose I told him.”
“You suppose?” Williams’s mordant tone wasn’t lost on Dr. Lawrence who placed a friendly hand on the sheriff’s shoulder.
“Now, Billy, you’re better than that. Thanks to Mrs. Thompson this man is alive. It’s rather miraculous, if you ask me.”
“Once you hear the rest, Doc, you’ll admit this is all pretty weird. First she gets this ‘feeling,’ then she drives north from around Winthrop to find a guy who’s been beaten all to hell and back, and now she can’t tell us a thing about him? And we’re supposed to buy this—tale?” Williams’s eyes came to rest on Sarah, and he made no attempt to hide his sneer.
Conrad stepped in. “What exactly are you implying, Sheriff?”
Williams’s eyes stayed locked on Sarah. “Like I said, just doing my job, sir.”
“Please, Billy,” Dr. Lawrence cut in, “there’s no need for this. We should be very thankful that, for whatever reason, this woman found him when she did. Now, look at her: no injuries whatsoever—no bruising, even, nothing on her but blood from the injured man. The ‘clear evidence,’ as your daddy would’ve said, tells you that she didn’t do any harm to this man. She simply rescued him.”
Williams flinched at the mention of his father and frowned like a scolded child. “No need to bring my daddy into it, Doc. This whole story doesn’t sound right to me. That’s all.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Conrad said.
“Well,” said Dr. Lawrence, “it’s not often we get this type of case in these parts, so it makes us all a bit jumpy.”
“What could’ve happened to him? Who would beat him like that?” Sarah asked.
“That’s for Billy to figure out,” Dr. Lawrence turned to Williams. “Did you find anything of his at the scene?”
“Nothing. He was all alone, no vehicle, no ID, no money, no rings, no watch—nothing. We found a keychain a few feet from him. That’s all. Not even sure if the keys are his. We’re processing them now, and we’ll find out soon enough.” He glared at Sarah, but when she didn’t react, he turned to Dr. Lawrence. “Can I talk to him?”
The doctor shook his head. “He’s sedated now. You can talk to him tomorrow if he’s alert. But you can’t push him; he’s in very bad shape.”
“Was he able
to tell you his name?” Sarah asked.
“No, he couldn’t, which isn’t surprising given his condition.” After a pause, Dr. Lawrence added, “He might be suffering from amnesia.”
CHAPTER 2
Without warning, as if a movie were playing inside her mind, Sarah saw the words Secrets of Innocence come into focus over a stunning landscape of mountains and forest on a bright summer day.
The words slowly faded, leaving behind the vista of the forest with a smattering of white clouds against a clear blue sky.
The image shifted to a 1976 Illinois license plate attached to a mud-spattered Jeep as it raced along a dirt road through the woods, bouncing over rocks, exposed roots, and broken branches, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.
The vehicle burst from the woods and careened onto a paved two-lane road with no regard for oncoming traffic, leaving cars swerving in its wake.
The Jeep sped toward a picturesque town nestled in the pines. A sign by the road read, Welcome to AMARAY, Population 2,345. Beyond it, a distant lake reflected a perfect blue sky.
Slowing as it approached the town, the Jeep cruised down the two-lane road as Sunday worshipers emerged from a quaint little church. Some approached the minister, while the rest milled about in groups, made their way to cars, or strolled away with their children.
The Jeep rolled by them and turned onto the town’s main street.
“Sarah!” Conrad called.
Puzzled, Sarah stared at her husband. “What?”
“Are you all right?”
Sarah glanced around. They sat at their kitchen table finishing breakfast. “I.. .I was watching a movie.. .in my head.”
“A movie?”
“I must’ve disconnected completely.” She looked perplexed. “Were you talking to me?”
“Yes, I was,” he said. “All of a sudden your eyes glazed over, and you were gone.”
“Really? For how long?”
“Not long, a few seconds, maybe. But you definitely went somewhere else.” She nodded. “I sure did. Into a movie.”