CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Somebody’s life depends on this, Carly told herself as she sat alone in her motel room.
Just a few minutes ago, Lyle had dropped her off here and told her, “We both need a good night’s sleep if we hope to be functional tomorrow.”
Then he’d gone on into his own neighboring room.
But Carly wasn’t trying to sleep. She was trying to get a connection with a spirit that could help her prevent another murder. She wanted to spare another woman the horror of being suffocated while helpless but fully aware of what was happening.
She knew that her gift didn’t usually work this way. Although she could receive messages from the dead, she seldom learned anything by reaching out to them. But neither the police nor she and Lyle had made any headway toward solving the case, either thr
