Page 228 of Icy Cold Death

“You saw the pictures of them,” Genesis said, curiously. “You can’t recognize them?”

Tori was honest.

“They are in their death states. I’m seeing them like when they first were pulled from the water. They’re soggy,” she admitted.

Oh, and that was an understatement.

For damn sure.

Genesis accepted that since this was her thing, and let Tori do her job.

She focused on the dead women.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

Keri shrugged.

“I was meeting someone. I was coming to meet the man I was seeing.”

Aimee agreed.

“Me too. Only, it wasn’t here. I don’t recognize this place. How did I get here?”

Tori explained.

“You floated down the tributary from a larger body of water, or that’s what we think.”

Tiff was flashing the most.

She had to be the last one killed. She was the most recent victim.

“I was meeting someone too. A man,” she admitted.

Tori needed more.

“What was his name?” she asked.

“Cyrus,” they all said at the same time, and then looked at each other.

In that moment, they realized something.

“Wait. You were seeing him too?” Keri asked.

Both women nodded.

Tori waited to see if they would get wild. Sometimes, the dead did just that.

Only, they began crying.

“Did he kill me?” Tiff asked.

Tori wasn’t sure.

“I kinda need you guys to tell me that. I’m not sure what went on. I wasn’t there. What can you remember?” she asked.

Genesis was bummed.

She really wished she could hear the conversation. It appeared that her gift of a damn good sixth sense wasn’t a great psychic gift after all.

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