Alice shook her head. Why are you telling me this?
Because I see a death veil on you, Rose blurted.
Alices eyes narrowed to slits. Youre right. You sound crazy. She unlocked her car door, keeping her eyes on Rose. Well chalk this up to too much rum, okay? Im leaving now.
Just be careful, Alice. I dont care if you think Im crazy, as long as you remember what I told you.
Alice opened the car door, turning her back on Rose only at the last moment, when she slid behind the wheel and slammed the door shut behind her. Rose heard the click of the automatic locks engaging and released a pent-up breath.
The Camrys engine fired to life, forcing Rose to step out of the way to let Alice pull out of the parking space. The Camry wheeled around and headed out of the small lot, pulling into the light traffic headed toward Twentieth Street.
Roses knees began to shake. She leaned against the car parked next to the now-empty slot. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the tremors rolling through her.
Okay. It hadnt been pleasant, but shed warned Alice of the danger. Maybe it would be enough. Maybe shed do something different, be a little more alert over the next couple of days. Avoid being alone where someone could take advantage of her vulnerability.
Alone.
As she was now, in the middle of this isolated parking lot, with only the muddy yellow streetlamp on the corner to chase away the evening gloom. Dread slithered through her belly.
She was alone.
Vulnerable.
The hairs on her neck rose. She felt eyes on her, as tangible as the mist of her breath in the cold night air.
She whirled around and peered into the darkness at the far end of the parking lot. She saw only blackness, impenetrable and infinite. But somewhere in that abyss, someone was watching. Waiting.
Swallowing her rising panic, Rose turned and ran, her heels clattering on the uneven blacktop. She reached the sidewalk and looked behind her at the far end of the parking lot.
Something moved, darting through the gloom and disappearing behind the pub.
Her pulse hammering in her ears, Rose raced to her car, oblivious to the stares of the scattered pedestrians dotting the sidewalk. She fumbled with her keys, her breath coming in soft, keening gasps, until she managed to unlock the Impalas door. She slid inside, pulling the door shut so quickly that she almost caught her foot.
She jabbed at the power lock. The levers snicked softly as they slid into place, closing her safely inside.
In the silence, her breathing was harsh and rapid. She forced herself to let her heart rate settle into a less frantic cadence before she put the key in the ignition.
She hadnt been imagining it, had she? Shed seen movement in the shadows, felt his gaze like a touch. She wasnt crazy.
Hed been watching Alice. Waiting for his opportunity. Maybe he would have made his move right there in the parking lot, if Rose hadnt showed up.
Maybe shed already saved Alice Donovans life.
But now the killer had seen her.
Rose grabbed the rearview mirror, positioning it to see her own reflection. Her eyes, dark with fear, stared back at her, but her face was clear. No death veil.
She slumped against the car seat, relief tingling through her, quickly swamped by guilt. So what if she was safe? Alice Donovan was still in danger, and Roses clumsy attempt to warn her had failed. If her warning had changed Alices fate, wouldnt the death veil have disappeared?
She lowered her forehead to the steering wheel, feeling sick. The truth was, she didnt know if the death veil would have disappeared. She knew nothing about the damned things, except that they had made her life a constant misery for the past ten months.
She gave herself a shake. Maybe she was giving up too soon. The other victims hadnt died immediately. A day or two had passed before their bodies were found. Alice had said she was going straight home; maybe the killer wouldnt strike tonight.
She still had Alices business card and the phone number to her florist shop. She could call Alice in the morning, apologize for scaring her and try to explain things more coherently.
Maybe it would work.
She forced her rubbery limbs into motion, buckling her seat belt and starting the car. The dashboard clock showed ten twenty-five. The night was still young, by Friday-night-clubbing standards, but shed seen all the death veils she could bear in one evening.
She pulled carefully into traffic and circled the block, coming to stop at the traffic light in front of the Storyteller fountain. Spotlights in the center of the fountain lit up the whimsical bronze sculpture of a ram dressed as a man reading to an assembly of smaller bronze animals. A young couple sat on a bench nearby, holding hands and gazing at each other, oblivious to the beauty of the fountain.
A few months ago Rose could have known at a glance whether or not the couple was destined to love each other for a lifetime. Now all she could say, for sure, was that neither of them was destined to die in the next few days.
She looked up at the red light, willing it to change.
A cluster of pedestrians crossed in front of her, heading toward the fountain. A dark-haired man brought up the rear, his long trench coat flapping with each confident stride. A flutter of awareness sparked in Roses belly as she recognized him.
The stranger whod been watching her at the Southside Pub.
He turned his face toward her as if he could sense her scrutiny. Rose shrank back into the shadows, knowing that the glare of the streetlamp off her windshield most likely hid her from his view. The light changed to green as he reached the sidewalk by the fountain, but Rose didnt move. Adrenaline rushed into her bloodstream.
Hed come from the direction of the club shed just left.
Behind her, a horn honked, rattling her nerves. She accelerated across the intersection, her heart rate picking up speed. She took a left at the next intersection, heading toward Mountain Avenue. Just a few blocks and shed be home. Safe.
At least, for now.
MIDNIGHT HAD COME and gone, but Rose remained curled up in the overstuffed armchair by the front windows, gazing out at the moonless night. The lights of the city cast a yellow haze across the night sky, obscuring the stars from her view.
She closed her eyes and listened to the thud of her pulse in her ears, steady and just a little rapid, still pumped up with adrenaline from the evenings events. Behind her eyelids, the sight of Alice Donovans scarred and bleeding face played in strobing slow motion, like a silent movie.
A scratching sound at the front door jerked her eyes open. Staring at the solid door, she held her breath, wondering if shed imagined it.
Then she heard it again. It was faint but unmistakable, a discordant sound, as if someone were scraping fingernails down the outside of the door.
Releasing a shaky breath, Rose crept to the door and peered through the fish-eye lens. She could see nothing outside.
Checking to make sure the safety chain was engaged, she unlocked the dead bolt and cracked the door open.
Alice Donovans wide, sightless green eyes stared up at Rose from the welcome mat. Blood from the gashes in her face flowed onto the concrete stoop, the crimson turned black in the muddy yellow light from the streetlamps.
Alices lips moved slowly, a soft rattle rising from her ruined throat. Toolate-
Rose jerked awake, her heart in her throat. It was still nighttime, the clock over the mantel reading 2:00 a.m. She sat in the armchair by the window, her back and legs aching from the cramped position.
Her pulse thundered in her ears, beating out a guilty cadence.
Too late.
Too late.
Too late.
Chapter Two
Rose called the flower shop as early as she dared the next morning. As soon as someone answered the phone, she forced the reluctant words from her mouth. Is Alice Donovan there?
Shes not in yet.
When do you expect her in?
A thick pause greeted the question. When the woman finally spoke, the anxiety in her voice was palpable. An hour ago.
Roses nightmare flashed through her mind, chilling her to the bone. Her voice cracked. Have you tried her home number?
Shes not answering her home phone or her cell. The womans voice shook. Shes never late like this.
Rose tried to keep her voice even. I met her last night. I said Id give her a call-Im a wedding planner and I can always use a new flower source.
Was she okay when you saw her?
Rose closed her eyes. She was fine, heading home the last I talked to her. Does she live nearby?
On Doberville-the Brookstone Apartments.
Rose gave a start. A block away, easy walking distance.
Id go check on her, the woman continued, but Im the only one in the shop
Ill check, if youd like. I live nearby. What apartment?
The woman hesitated, as if realizing shed already given out a lot of personal information to a stranger. Maybe I should call the police.
Definitely do that. But they wont do anything yet-shes an adult and shes been missing only an hour. I know you dont want to give out that kind of information to a stranger on the phone. My name is Rose Browning. Like I said, I have a wedding planning company. You can look me up in the Yellow Pages or on the Internet. I just want to help, and I live so close
Apartment 2-D, the woman said softly.
Ill go right now. Rose hung up and started dressing, trying to convince herself that she wasnt too late.
That Alice wasnt already dead.
THE MORNING CHILL curled around the collar of Daniels suit jacket, making him wish hed worn an overcoat. Ahead, yellow crime tape cordoned off a large square where the crime-scene unit gathered evidence while detectives watched from the sides.
Daniel steered clear of the tape, blending into the crowd of locals watching from across the street. He edged toward the local television reporters setting up for live shots nearby.
A pretty black woman in a red wool coat was doing sound checks, practicing her copy for the technician.
Police report that a couple of joggers found the body here just outside the Mountain View Golf Course. Police have not identified the victim, a woman in her mid-twenties.