Connections of the Mind Read Free

like to see the newspaper from October fifth.”
    “Through that door and around the corner. I’ll meet you there.” Ms. Anderson directed her and pressed a buzzer releasing the door.
    Rebecca met Ms. Anderson and followed her down a long corridor.
    “Here are the papers for the last two weeks. If you need anything else, just holler.”
    Rebecca sat down and looked through the papers. It didn’t take long to find the one with the right date. The headlines blared at her, “POLICEMAN SHOT DURING ROBBERY ATTEMPT.”
    “Officer Jeremy Marlin took a bullet in the shoulder while attempting to apprehend a burglar at Lionel’s Jewelry store early this morning. Marlin stumbled upon a robbery in progress and called for backup. While awaiting the other patrol car, he and his partner, Officer Baker, investigated the open door. Marlin went around to the back. An unknown perpetrator, fleeing the scene, shot him and fled. The perpetrator is still at large.”
    Rebecca sat back. Her stomach knotted, goose bumps popped out on her arms. Her mind connection had a name.
    Jeremy Marlin. What was he like? And now what? How could she meet him? What would he say when he heard her story? At least now, she knew a little about him. A cop—that explained the danger and flashing lights. Thank God, he wasn’t the criminal. She stood up. May as well get this over with. She stopped at the reception desk. “Excuse me.” Rebecca waited until Ms. Anderson looked up. “Can you tell me how to get to The Hills End Motel?”
    “You’re new in town?” Kelly Anderson didn’t wait for a reply. “Hope you enjoy your stay. You’ll find though we’re a small town, most folks are pretty friendly. Are you fixing to stay long? You’ll find a lot of history here. We were founded back in eighteen hundred and fourteen by David Morris.”
    “No, I...” Rebecca tried to speak; though interested in the town’s history, there wasn’t enough time to discuss it. But Kelly didn’t give Rebecca a chance to answer.
    “Him and his pretty wife came here from New England and purchased eight hundred acres of land. They laid out sixty-seven lots in 1819 which became the town.”
    Rebecca smiled and nodded. Apparently, Ms. Anderson didn’t notice her impatience. It was hard to interrupt some people. Hoping not to appear rude, she looked at her watch. “I’m sorry, but I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
    “Oh, sorry. Up the road to the right. Top of the hill. You can’t miss it.” The phone rang, and Ms. Anderson turned to answer it. “Young people today, always in such a big hurry,” she mumbled. “Good afternoon, Morrisville Daily , how may I direct your call?
    Rebecca seized the moment and left.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Morrisville wasn’t difficult to navigate, and Ms. Anderson’s directions were simple enough. Like the map showed her, everything stemmed off Main Street. May as well check into the motel before looking for the hospital . Besides, her stomach churned from nerves. After all this time, the town finally became a reality. Meeting Jeremy was something else. Could she do it? Could she really look him up and try to explain this strange phenomenon?
    Darn, she sure as heck better after coming all this way. Rebecca found the small motel and parked in front of the office. No wonder they called it The Hills End. The back faced a cliff. Looked like a big rain might wash the whole building over the side. There wasn’t much ground before it went straight down. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen.
    She shrugged and walked into the office and stared into the dark eyes of a seventyish, scrawny, little man with thick glasses.
    “Ethan Prior here.” The man greeted her. “You looking for a room?”
    “Yes, I’d like it for a couple of days. Three at least.” She handed him her credit card.
    He slid the registration form across the counter. “I think you’re gonna like it here.” He smiled an almost toothless smile and immediately began a narration