by J. T. Bishop
Ramsey smiled, and Sarah lifted her head. She pulled away, looking at him, holding his gaze. After a few seconds passed, she broke the moment. “Guess that means it’s time to get started,” she said.
He looked back at her, admiring her courage and fortitude. He wanted to pull her back in, but he stopped himself. “Yes, I guess so,” he said. “No time like the present.”
Reluctantly, they released each other, and the energy generated between them slowly dissipated. Taking her hand back and confirming her readiness with an assuring nod, he turned and led her from the room.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I’d like to recognize the following people for their help in this endeavor:
Cathy – My sister and my biggest cheerleader. You never thought twice about me doing this and you’re always there for me. I love you! You were my first reader and my first reviewer. Your support never wavered. This book wouldn’t be here without you.
Nick – You always offer me the best gift ever - laughter. Thank you for that. I love you and I’m blessed to have you as a brother.
Gwen and Crissy - my soul sisters and initial editors. I asked you for your help and you jumped right in. Gwen, our stories in high school were the seed that led to this. Who knew? Your encouragement made all the difference. I thank you for your never ending support and friendship. Crissy – You have been hanging in there with me through thick and thin. You pushed me to believe in myself and have been my biggest promoter. You have no idea how much you helped me see this through. Thank God for your support (and our hot tub talks. )
To the rest of my amazing family – Jessica, Alex, Jack, Suzzie, Anne and Fay – Outing myself as a writer was tough, but you guys never blinked an eye. Your encouragement made a big difference and helped me to keep going. Thank you for never doubting me.
Thanks to Jillian (http://firstlookforauthors.com) for her editing skills and Peter (BespokeBookCovers.com) for his cover design. The book looks great thanks to both of you. Thanks also to Mayza Clark at Mayza Clark photography for creating a beautiful author pic.
And to Taylor, Alex, Sydney, Colson and Leighton. Every one of you inspire me and I hope if nothing else, that this book inspires you, too. Believe in your dreams. Do what makes you happy. Every day. It’s your compass to joy.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
J.T. Bishop decided in late 2012 to sit down and start writing. Two years later, she had a trilogy on her hands. Writing became a passion and she’s still going – writing the books she loves to read.
She also loves to travel, hang out with family and friends, read or write on a rainy day, and spend time in nature. Good food and good movies are a plus, too.
She lives in Plano, TX.
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Other Titles by J. T. Bishop
Red-Line: Mirrors (Part Two of the Red-Line trilogy) – http://amzn.com/B00VMN2FMK
Red-Line: Trust Destiny (Part Three of the Red-Line trilogy) – available Fall of 2015
Now available – Book Two of the Red-Line Trilogy – “Mirrors”
Enjoy an excerpt from “Mirrors”:
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SARAH, AGITATED BY the evening’s events, strode into her room, closing the door behind her. Three days had passed since her shopping spree. She’d given Ramsey ample time to recover from his shock in the dressing room, but getting antsy again, she’d asked him to take her to dinner. Begrudgingly, he’d agreed. Now, dinner over, she reviewed the incidents from the past hour. The evening had gone smoothly up until the end of the meal, but getting up to leave, they realized the restaurant had gown busy with the dinner crowd. Outside, valet parkers had appeared and a row of vehicles idled out front, waiting to be parked. His car blocked, Ramsey attempted to work with the valet service to free it, while Sarah waited inside at the bar.
She’d been standing there, watching the restaurant fill as the room’s energy buzzed with the increasing volume of conversation, and wondering if she’d ever again be able to enjoy the simple freedom of coming to dinner without ever having to look over her shoulder.
Remembering what happened next, she replayed the conversation in her mind as she changed out of her clothes and threw on a pair of sweatpants.
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“ARE YOU LOOKING for someone?”
Startled out of her thoughts as she perused the crowd, Sarah looked over to see a man about her age, holding a drink and looking slightly inebriated.
“No,” she answered. “I’m just waiting for a friend.”
The man smiled. He was attractive enough with brown hair and a mustache. His shirtsleeves were uncuffed and rolled up to his elbows and his tie was loose. He looked over at someone else at the bar. Sarah followed his gaze and saw another man of similar appeal. “Even better,” said the man. “Maybe you and your friend would like to join us? Buy you two a drink?”
Sarah couldn’t help but smile back. “I don’t think my friend would be interested.”
The man’s smile dropped. “Why not?” he asked. “She have a boyfriend?” He slightly slurred the word “boyfriend.”
Sarah debated her answer. “Uhm, no. No boyfriend.”
The smile returned. “Great! Then have a drink with us. My name’s Doug.” He held out his hand.
“Sarah,” she said, shaking his slightly sweaty palm.
The friend, seeing his pal making some headway, came over to join the conversation.
“This is Mark,” said Doug.
“Pleasure to meet you,” said Mark. Sarah shook his hand as well.
“Sarah’s waiting for a friend.” Doug looked at Mark, who gave him a pleased look.
“Terrific,” said Mark. “You two want to join us for dinner?” He at least appeared somewhat less intoxicated.
“I already asked that,” said Doug, taking a sip of his drink.
“Oh, sorry,” replied Mark.
“Actually,” said Sarah, “We’ve already eaten.”
“That’s not possible,” said Doug, holding out his arms as if showing himself off. “The main course has only just arrived.” He smiled as he attempted to wiggle his hips.
Mark put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and leaning into him, said something into his ear. Sarah could only stare in surprise.
Doug’s body posture stiffened as Mark spoke. “I am not drunk. I’m fine. I’m just joking around.”
Mark, looking embarrassed, said, “Sorry. It’s been a long day. He’s just letting off some steam.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Sarah as she looked for Ramsey. The bar and restaurant were busy though and seeing her way through the crowd had become difficult.
Mark noticed her gaze. “Looking for your friend?”
“Yes.”
“We’d love it if you had a drink with us,” said Mark. “If you’ve had dinner, how about a night cap before you take off?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What’s your friend’s name, by the way?”
“That would be John.” Ramsey came up from behind and stood between her and Mark. Sarah sensed his unhappiness.
“Who the hell are you?” asked Doug. Mark instinctively moved his hand to Doug’s elbow as Doug reacted to Ramsey’s entrance. Doug pulled away though and swayed, losing his balance. Reaching out to catch himself, he grabbed Sarah’s arm and leaned into her, pulling her sideways. Sarah, now almost bumping heads with him, could smell the alcohol on his breath and tried not to breathe.
Ramsey reacted. He stepped forward and put a hand on Doug’s midsection and another on his upper arm. Doug froze as a small strangled sound came from his throat and he doubled over. Catching him, Ramsey lowered him into the closest unoccupied chair. Mark reached over and grabbed Doug before he tumbled to the floor.
“I think your friend’s had too much to drink,” Ramse
y stated as he let Mark take over. He stood up and taking Sarah by the hand, cleared a path out of the restaurant. Sarah could only stare back at the two men as Ramsey led her out the door.
“What did you do to him?” she asked, as they walked into the parking lot.
“Nothing. He’ll be fine. He just needs to sleep it off.”
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” Sarah asked as Ramsey opened the car door for her and she got in. He didn’t answer her.
But moving to the driver’s side and getting into the car, he couldn’t mask his anger. “What the hell do you think you were doing?”
Sarah didn’t understand. “Why are you angry at me? What did I do?”
“Why didn’t you wait outside? I turn around to look for you and you’re gone.” Starting the car, he put it into to drive and headed out of the parking lot.
“Because you were busy arguing with valet people and I wanted to wait inside.”
“And why were you talking to them?”
“Because they came up and talked to me. What was I supposed to do? Act like a dumb mute?”
“Yes. Why not? You didn’t have to engage with them.”
“I didn’t expect them to approach me. I was just standing there.”
“It’s a bar, Sarah. You’re an attractive, single woman standing alone. What did you think would happen?”
“What? You think single women in bars have some sort of tractor beam or something?”
“Yes, actually. I think they do. Especially when it comes to drunk men.”
“Ramsey, he was harmless. So was his friend.”
“How do you know that?”
“Really? Please.”
Ramsey tried to rein in his anger. He focused on the road, intent on getting her back to the house.
“Admittedly,” he said as he took a calming breath, “he was not a mastermind of intelligence, but regardless, you cannot take risks like that.”
“What risk? Passing out from his bad breath?”
“Sarah, I am not kidding.”
“You really need to let up a little bit. I’m not going to live in a cage forever.”
“Listen to me...” he started to say, but she interrupted him.
“I don’t want to talk about ‘danger’ and ‘be careful’ and ‘don’t talk to strangers,’” she said. “It’s getting to be ridiculous.
“We are going to talk about it. Whether you like it or not. Tonight. When we get back.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Unfortunately, no.”
She debated arguing with him, but she knew the tone in his voice and knew if she did, they’d only end up in a fight. To make matters worse, Hannah had conveyed to her last week that Ramsey’s birthday was tomorrow. She had secretly planned to somehow surprise him with a cake and present and she didn’t want to ruin it by having an argument tonight, so she chose to stay quiet. They spent the rest of the ride home in silence.
Now, after heading to her room, she threw on a relaxed cotton shirt with her sweatpants and headed back out into the kitchen, determined to stay cool.
Ramsey sat at the kitchen table, unmoving. She opened the fridge and pulled out a soda, pulled the tab back and took a drink. She looked over at him. “You want anything?” she asked.
He looked up. “No. Thanks.”
She watched him for a second as she took another drink and then went to sit down across from him. He still remained quiet.
“So?” she asked.
Finally, he seemed to pull himself out of whatever well of thoughts he sat in and answered her. “How was your session with Declan this morning?”
Surprised that he had not dived straight into the “You need to be more careful” speech, she replied, “Fine. Nothing new to report, though. But I’m sure Declan told you that.”
He remained impassive. “Not really. We didn’t talk much.”
“Oh. I thought you got a personal status report every time.”
He shook his head. “The Council might, but I don’t. I stay here with you. I suspect if something new happens, I’ll know it before Declan does.”
“Yes. You probably would.” She watched as he looked back down at the table, scratching at some invisible mark on the surface. “Declan did say my human sensitivities are progressing well. I’m becoming quite acute, apparently.”
“Really? That’s something, I suppose.”
“I suppose.”
He still did not initiate the conversation she was expecting. As she took another sip of her drink, she finally asked, “So, how long are we going to keep up with the small talk?”
“What do you mean?” he asked, still scratching at the table.
“Ramsey,” she said with impatience, “What is it? What do you want to tell me?”
That got his attention and he met her eyes. “I need to tell you about what happened during your Shift.”
She stared at him for a moment. “Ok. So tell me. What happened?”
He took a hesitant breath, debating with himself. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he needed her to understand the risks. He realized now he should have told her sooner. Seeing her gone this evening when he’d turned to look for her in the parking lot had panicked him. That panic had doubled when walking into the restaurant, he’d found her talking with the two men at the bar. It had taken much of his self-control not to grab and pull her out of the room the moment he’d approached her.
Pushing pack his fears, he started talking. He told her about the events in the other house. How three men had broken in and had threatened all of them. How one of them was her initial abductor and had died when he’d encountered Declan while gaining access to the house. How he and Declan had been subdued and about Leroy’s injury. He told her how she had emerged from the water, protected Hannah and how she had saved him and Declan from probable death. He told her how her counter-attack had resulted in the death of one man and the wounding of another, and how Declan and he had fought with the wounded man and ultimately stabbed and killed him. And lastly, Ramsey told her how she had saved Leroy’s life, almost at the cost of her own, giving her a brief account of how he’d connected with her to save her.
Sarah sat still through all of it, wanting to hear everything. She knew something extraordinary had happened during that time, but this was the first she’d heard the details. Vague memories floated through her mind, mainly of healing Leroy more than anything else. She sat back in her seat, soda untouched.
“You, ok?” he asked, watching her for any reaction.
“That’s quite a story.”
“Every bit of it is true.”
“And those men…those men who came for me, you think they didn’t work alone?”
“We believe they have a brother. He’s the one we’re afraid might come for you.”
“And you think he’s the other Red-Line?”
“Yes.”
“How can you be sure?”
“That he’s a Red-Line or that he’ll come for you?”
“Well, both.”
“X said he would before he died.”
Sarah didn’t understand. “Wait a minute. X?”
“Yes. The two men were twins. They called themselves X and Z.”
“X and Z? How unimaginative. Who would name their children letters?”
“Well, we doubt they were born to a loving mother and father.”
“Obviously, not.” She sat, thinking. “And he said they’d come for me?”
“Not they. Him. We assume he meant another brother.”
“Were X and Z Red-Lines?”
“No, they were some sort of mutant form of Gray and Red. Something that we’ve never seen before. That, and the way they reacted to Y makes us assume that Y is a pretty powerful fellow. More powerful than they were.
Sarah studied Ramsey. “Wait. Who?”
Ramsey realized he hadn’t explained Y. “We figured if there’s an X and Z, then there’s probably a Y somewhere. The brothers pretty well con
firmed it.”
Sarah sat quietly, staring down at the table. “Y?” she asked.
“Yes.” He watched her to gauge her reaction. “Do you understand now, why I’m a little cautious?” he asked.
Sarah barely heard him. She was back at the coffee shop, where she’d met with Rachel a week ago. Chills ran up her spine as she remembered the man who’d sat down at the table across from her. The man who’d introduced himself as Yates. That flare of warning replayed in her mind.
“Sarah, what is it?”
She looked up at him and she could tell he could read her unease. “Nothing. It’s probably nothing.”
Sarah could almost hear his alarm bells going off. “What is probably nothing?”
“I don’t want you to freak out.”
Ramsey sat up straight in his seat. “Freak out over what? What happened?”
She didn’t know what to say.
“Sarah…”
“I…in the coffee shop…there was a man.”
“A man? What man? In the coffee shop?”
“Last week. When I met Rachel.”
“There was a man?” Ramsey visibly tried to stay calm.
“Yes. He sat down at my table. Said he was waiting for someone.”
“And what happened?
“Nothing happened. He only stayed for a few minutes. Then he left. Gave me the creeps though.”
“He gave you the creeps?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Nothing specific. Just the way he felt.”
Ramsey’s face clouded. “The way he felt?”
“Yes. I didn’t think much of it at the time. Thought I was being overly sensitive. But then you said the brother’s name was Y.”