“Come up to room five-seventy-two,” he said. “In the business section of the hotel.”
That was all he needed to hear. If anyone could help him work through this, it would be the two men he trusted from his youth, and Elizabeth.
He’d made a family of his own, and it was them.
“Thank you,” he said, and then, Corbin hung up.
And he began walking.
His soul was raw from the dream, and he was not enjoying the flashback at all.
He never did.
One would think that at some point, that he would be able to move on, but he couldn’t.
Corbin always felt trapped.
Unable.
To.
Escape.
He knew there was another catalyst now, and it was best to put distance between them.
If he had to stay partners with Alex, and he had to smell his cologne, and feel anything, he knew he’d eat his gun.
Corbin might have to leave the FBI.
Or leave life.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
Across The Country
Massachusetts
Same Time
It had been one hell of a day, and Victoria Littlemoon was just exhausted.
They were fighting a battle here in Salem, and their lives hung on the edge, balanced before the tumble into the abyss.
Weird shit was going down there, and that was saying a lot because her world was absolute insanity.
Seeing the dead, and fighting the battle between life and death was always wild.
As of late, it was worse.
The shit was going down, and all the psychics in the area were in danger.
Them included.
So, after a long day, with the kids settled in, what she was looking forward to was a shower.
An everything shower.
It was going to be the kind of shower that women talked about for days after where she slathered herself in salt scrub, moisturized to the Gods, and then put a really expensive hair mask on to make her red hair come back to life.
