The Eyes of a Killer
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by Donna Crocker
Description: Sabrina Madison is different than most people. She sees things that others don't. This isn't always something that she wants. She starts having dreams of a serial killer killing women She knows how, where, when but what can she do to help? If she goes to the police they will think she's crazy. Who can she trust? In her dreams she sees the killer, the women, and one man but for some reason she knows she can trust. Sabrina goes to the police station to try to explain how she knows all the details of these murders. She must tell her most inner secrets about being a psychic. When she walks in she comes face to face with the man of her dreams, Lt. Greg Morgan. She instantly knows that she did the right thing. Her instant attraction to him also reaffirms her decision. Sabrina learns that the killer knows that she went to the police. Now her life is in danger. Can she help the police find the killer before he finds her? Can Lt. Greg Morgan keep her safe?
eBook Publisher: Solstice Publishing/solsticepublishing,
eBookwise Release Date: August 2010
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [90 KB]
Reading time: 59-83 min.
Sabrina Madison woke up, clutching the sheets to her chest, her whole body trembling. Turning on the lamp by her bed, she looked around the room. She tried to slow the rapid beating of her heart. She had to get these dreams to stop. She couldn't stand them any longer.
She jumped out of bed and walked on shaky legs to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom mirror she stared at the refection of a woman she didn't recognize anymore.
One week ago she had been a happy young woman working in a small book store in New York. Now she saw dark circles under her eyes and her face was drawn. She hadn't been able to sleep or eat for over a week. Her dreams were always the same. A young woman, different then the last, was held down, and killed. Her killer would follow her, then grab her and pull her under the bridge in the park gagging her so she couldn't scream. He would hurt her sexually, and then he would cut her throat.
Sabrina would wake up drenched in sweat feeling as if it was her. She could feel the blade as it made its cut through their flesh. She could see their attacker. Knowing that she had to tell the police, she went down the flight of stairs of her loft apartment. Taking the bus downtown she sat thinking of what she was going to tell the officers. It was 2:00 in the morning but she had to talk to someone. They would probably lock her up for being crazy but for as long as she could remember, she had been able to see things before they happened.
Her mother always told her it was a gift not to be afraid of it. However, her dreams never were so traumatic. Now, every night she saw another woman die. In each dream she saw a second man's face. He was taller than the other man. She guessed that he had to be 6'2 with black curly hair and deep blue eyes. His body was lean and tight as if he worked out a lot. He was always smiling at her in her dreams. She felt safe around him.
Lt. Greg Morgan sat at his desk writing up another report. Leaning back in his chair he listened to the stillness around him. It had been a long hard week. The police department now knew they were dealing with a serial killer, but they were no closer to finding him today, than a week ago. All they had to show for it was long man hours and four more murdered women.
Sabrina stepped off the bus, running her hand through her short hair. She walked slowly up the steps of the police station and opened the door. She walked slowly up to the first desk and waited for the officer to speak.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
Sabrina looked at him. How was she going to explain her dreams to them? They were never going to believe her.
"I need to talk to someone about the killings." she said in a whisper.
The officer put down his pen and sat straight up in his chair. "What do you know about them," he asked fully alert.
"Everything," Sabrina said. Her whole body was trembling.
Picking up the phone he pushed a button and waited. Hearing the voice on the other side he said, "Sir, you might want to come out here."
Greg put down his pen and stood up. Wondering what Eric Sonderman wanted, he walked towards the door. Eric probably wanted him to write up his reports he thought smiling. Opening the door he walked slowly towards the front. He saw the back of a young woman standing there. Looking at Eric with his eyes questioning he asked, "What's up?"
"I think you might want to speak to this young woman," Eric said.