Echo and I both took a step inside the room to look around, and her body stiffened.
"The scent," she whispered, and I tried to smell it, but it was lost to me. What I was taken aback by was that strange chaotic energy that I'd felt in Amanda's room. It was here. Faint, but still lingering in the fabric of the curtains and carpet.
“When is your husband getting back in to town? We’d like to talk with him as well about Amanda. Typical procedure.” Echo’s calm voice showed no hint of the clue she’d found.
There was a connection to Amanda and Lisa in this room.
“He gets back tomorrow evening.” Sarah’s energy flickered a little, too quick for me to catch what it meant.
“You must miss him a lot when he goes away.” Echo maybe caught onto more than I did.
“I do. We’ve been married for twenty-six years next week,” Sarah said, but her eyes didn’t hold that sparkle of a woman in love. I looked around her and focused more, feeling the energy. She was hurt. Jealous.
Something was going on with her and her husband. Question was, did it have anything to do with Amanda or just another couple in unhappy matrimony?
