Chapter 40A frantic, visual sweep of the room confirmed that the Ripper wasn't there with me, and I extricated myself from Rafe and Caleb's arms to sit up, staring out towards the window, then towards the closed bathroom door in a panic.
“I am not in Lake Bluff, my beloved. You won't locate me.”
His voice was inside my mind. Somehow, he was speaking to me, from inside my head.
“That's correct, Finnola.” He spoke calmly, as if we were discussing a trivial matter and I shivered violently. How could I not have remembered who he was? Now that I could hear his voice, it had become stunningly clear, and I wondered how my brain could possibly have hidden his identity.
John De Arracheur. The man who had discovered my sculptures at an outdoor craft fair, the person who had believed in me and he
