Page 35 of Deadly Past

Chapter Eight

All the blood drained from Wynona’s face. “No. That’s not possible. We spoke to her.”

“I’m sorry, but it is. We confirmed it with her husband. Whoever you spoke to wasn’t Cathy Meyers.”

And whatever the imposter was up to, she had put Amos’s life in danger.

“Why would someone claim to be Cathy Meyers? What are they hoping to gain?” Declan still held Wynona’s hand in his.

Lord, please protect us.

“The lights!” Wynona told him, her frightened eyes latched onto his. “Declan.”

“What lights?” JT asked.

“At Amos’s house. Becky said she tried to reach Amos and Cathy, but there was no answer, and one of the boys went over to his house. It was all closed up as if they’d left. Then just a little while ago, we saw lights on in the cabin.”

“I don’t like this,” JT told them. “I’m calling Will and our people. You need help now.”

“Thanks, brother. I’ll call Becky back and let her know what’s happening.”

“Good idea. Stay safe, you two. Help is on the way.”

The call ended. Declan saw the stiffness of her jawline, the tremble of her fingers. “We don’t know what’s going on yet. This could all be just a strange coincidence.”

“But you don’t believe that.” She could see the truth in his eyes.

“No, I don’t.” Declan called Becky and told her what they’d found out.

“We’re on our way now.”

Declan stopped her. “No, Becky. Stay where you are for now, but keep your phone close. The police and my team are on their way.”

“Be careful, Declan. Whatever is going on here doesn’t bode well. And I’m worried about Amos.”

“I am, too.” When the call ended, Declan grabbed his weapon and handed Wynona her handgun. “Just to be safe.”

She slowly nodded.

“I’m going to double check the fuel in the generator. From what the weather stations are predicting, this storm is going to be worse than the last one.”

“I’m coming with you.”

They started for the basement when suddenly the lights went out. Not even a flicker. Complete darkness.

Wynona bit back a scream.

“You have your phone?” Declan’s strained tone reached out to her through the blackness.

“Yes, it’s in my pocket.”

“Go to the bedroom and lock the door.”

“No.” She grabbed his arm. “Don’t leave me.”

“Wynona, the generator didn’t run out of fuel. If it had, the lights would have flickered a few times before going out. I’m calling Becky and Robert. But I need to know you’re safe.”

She hit the flashlight app on her phone and illuminated the space around them. The concern on his face was clear. “Okay. Please be careful.”

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