Chapter 12October 13th, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
I’d sensed the men’s agitation, anger, and fear before we reached the restaurant. Clear back when we were still in the car and I had reached out with my mind, I had sensed them at the time.
The swirl of emotions made me feel queasy. I recognized it. I’d felt it from the night hag in college. What I felt was murder boiling beneath the surface, but not so far beneath that it wasn’t going to erupt. I couldn’t read their thoughts but I knew that the emotions came from three men. I had felt the bonds between them.
I had told Lockwood, of course, but it didn’t matter at the time. Whomever it was, we were getting closer just by following our course. When we parked outside the restaurant I felt their anger the way you might feel the heat from a
