eat,” she repeated.
“Well you’re not going to eat me.”
“It’s inside me and it is eating me,” she wailed.
I had no idea what she was talking about, and wasn’t really in the mood to get into another subject. At the moment I was more concerned with the fact that I was face to face with a murderess.
“What did you do to Molly Peterson, and the boy?” I asked, not so sure I was ready to know.
Celeste shook her head. “I didn’t eat them.”
Pulling out my phone, I started dialing 911, but someone came up from behind me and gently covered my hand with his.
It was Levan.
“Sorry, I can’t let you do that.”
“But she killed Jacob,” I protested, too stunned to even wonder how he’d shown up at the precise time he did.
“I know and we’ll take care of it, but for now you have to go to sleep,” he said, placing his hand on my forehead.
Just before my world went dark, he brushed my lips with a kiss.
* * *
When I woke up, I was on a stretcher and being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Uncle Sonny was leaning over me.
I tried to talk, but he put a finger up to his lips. “You received a severe blow to the head. Don’t try to talk.”
“But,” I croaked.
That was the last thing I remembered before waking up in the hospital hours later. Spencer was sitting by my bed.
“I need water,’ I whispered, my throat so dry I felt as if I’d been walking in Death Valley for days.
Spencer brought me a glass of water and held the straw to my lips. I took several gulps.
“Thanks,” I said when he pulled the glass away.
“Feeling better?”
“I don’t know. What happened?”
“Do you remember anything?” he asked, sitting in the chair.
“Celeste.”
Spencer nodded. “Something went wrong in her head and she killed Jacob. Johnny too, from what I understand.”
“She was pregnant,” I said, keeping my voice low.
Spencer leaned closer. “I know. I think someone was impregnating the women in Dreamland, and they did something to Celeste.”
“There was something wrong with her eyes. They weren’t human.”
“They are saying it was the sudden change in hormones that made her go wacky, but I don’t know.” He shrugged.
“Where is she now?”
As soon as Spencer looked away, I knew something was wrong. “What is it?”
“She didn’t make it. When the police showed up from your 911 call, they found her dead.”
My heart leaped into my throat. True, she’d killed people, but she’d still been my friend, and it hadn’t really been her fault.
There was so much I wanted to talk with Spencer about, but I was so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open.
We now knew what happened to Johnny, but there was still Molly Peterson and her son. Now there was also the mysterious death of the doctor … and Celeste.
Just before I closed my eyes, I noticed a large vase of roses. “Who are those from?”
“The card says Levan.”
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Roswell Wreck Breakfast
Blueberry Pancakes
Ingredients
7 ounces of flour
3-teaspoon baking powder
1 egg
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