Heather Graham Bundle: The Island / Ghost Walk / Killing Kelly / The Vision

Because the “shadow” was armed, as well. And she was sure the gun pointed at her could stop her escape cold.

Her blood was racing through her veins; her limbs were rubber. She could make out nothing of the shadow’s face, because he—or she—remained at a distance. She didn’t even know if the shadow was male or female.

Just as she didn’t know if she was being held by a man or a woman.

A man, she decided. The grip was powerful. She didn’t think many women—no matter how deadly or well muscled—had that kind of painful strength. She also tried to tell herself that when someone went to the trouble of hiding their identity, it was because they didn’t intend to kill. If she could see faces, then she would be in danger.

There was no way she could identify either person.

The whisper that slithered into her ear was no more helpful.

“This is a warning. Drop it. Forget Calliope Key. Forget you ever heard the names Ted and Molly Monoco. Next time, you’ll die. Don’t go to the police. Don’t tell the police anything. If you even think about going to the police, remember this—you have a niece. That pretty little girl can die right in front of you, just so you’ll know you killed her before you die yourself. Got it?”

Got it? She wasn’t sure she had anything. She was frozen. She had been terrified enough—and then they had mentioned Amber.

Suddenly there were lights in the street. Lights from a car, coming to a halt in front of her house.

She was suddenly shoved hard. She went down on her knees, then fell flat. As she fell, she heard the sound of running footsteps.

Her attacker was gone.

So was the shadow.

“Beth!” It was Keith. He was by her side in seconds. “Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

Then he was gone, running in the darkness.

Still stunned, she lay still for several seconds. Her heartbeat slowed. She inhaled, and the air was ridiculously sweet. Her first realization was that she was alive.

Her second was that her knees hurt.

She managed to stumble to her feet and get the door open. She nearly screamed again when she heard running footsteps, and turned, ready to fight off any attacker.

But it was Keith.

“Call the police,” he ordered.

“No!” She shoved him away and headed inside. He followed, and she locked the door, then headed straight for the kitchen. She poured a shot of brandy, ignoring him. She stood at the counter, aware of the pain in her knees, just staring.

He took her by the shoulders and shook her. “Beth, you have to call the police.”

“No!”

“You were just attacked, and the bastards have disappeared. I can’t search the neighborhood by myself.”

“No,” she repeated.

“Then I’ll call them.”

He reached for the phone. She grabbed his arm.

“No, I’m begging you—don’t call the police.”

“If they threatened you—”

“They didn’t just threaten me. They threatened Amber.”

He hesitated. “Beth, no matter who they threatened, you need to call the police.”

“I will not put her life in danger. If you call the police, I swear, I’ll call you a liar. I’ll say you’re harassing me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“The hell I wouldn’t. I mean it, Keith.”

He swore, turning away from her, running his fingers through his hair. Beth swallowed a second brandy, and found that despite her anger and misgivings about him, with Keith there, she felt safer, with a renewed sense of determination. She was furious at herself for being so gullible, so vulnerable, such easy prey.

“I’m going to assume you’re not a cop yourself,” she said harshly.

He spun on her. “I’m not a cop. But I do know that you can’t let people get away with threats.”

She turned, reaching for the phone. She wouldn’t call the police, but she would call a cop.Ashley. No. Maybe she was being watched. Ridiculous, she was in her own house, curtains drawn, the lock locked—and Keith inside, with her.

It was doubtful that the thugs who had attacked her had the resources to bug her phone, but even so, she didn’t dial.

They had threatened Amber. That was terrifying.

Did she dare take a chance with her niece’s life? And then there were the events of the day. A skull sitting on her desk and—an entire club full of people convinced she was overreacting to a prank. With her luck, she would get Officer Garth again. She could just imagine the conversation.

“As you know,” she reminded Keith icily, “I already called the cops once today. Just imagine what will happen if I call them again. ‘You’re sure you didn’t imagine there was someone behind you? In front of you? Why can’t you say what they looked like? It must have been a prank.’ Then I could speak in my own defense, ‘Look, my knees are cut up.’ And the friendly cop could tell me, ‘I’m sure you were frightened of a bush, Miss Anderson. You must have fallen and hurt yourself.’”

“Beth, I was there. I saw them.”

“Right. You saw them. You went after them, but they’d disappeared.”

“This whole area is overgrown. There are a million places for someone to hide. But that’s the point. They’re cowards. Someone else showed up, and they ran.”

“I’m not an idiot. But we’re talking about my niece.”

He put his hands on her shoulders. “Beth…”

She wrenched away from his grasp. “Even if the cops come, there won’t be a damn thing they can do. I’ve had it with people doubting me. And my niece is in danger, too.”

“Beth, you’ve been in danger since the day you saw the skull and the girls mentioned it when we were together as a group that night.”

“So you’re suggesting that someone on the island was responsible for the skull being there?”