Immortal Memory (Book One) Read Free

sought
with such desperation.
    Fire reflected in Zach’s eyes when he
turned to leave. “Always a nuisance.”
    Simra picked up the phone with her hand
trembling. “Yes?”
    A strange man’s blunt voice on the
other end caused her body to stiffen with dread. “Hello, Miss. Dis
Quint. Your man, Tristan, killed himself dis morning. He owed me
money. I found your number in his phone. You are to give tha’ money
to me. If you tell tha’ cops ‘bout dis, you and your grandmamma
will join him.”
    Suddenly, Simra saw all the precious
memories she had with Lucinda flash before her eyes. Her
grandmother's life was in her hands. Simra's body quaked. Lucinda
needed protection more than anything right now!

Chapter 2
    “For I know the thoughts
that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not
of evil, to give you an expected end.” -Jeremiah 29:11
     
     
    Slamming the front door shut upon
arriving home, Simra turned the deadbolt. She pressed her back
against it and closed her eyes. The entire day caused her to feel
sick. All the chaos never stopped.
    She needed to find more information on
Zach and if Tristan was really dead. Quint could be lying, and her
ex could have asked him to call her for a scare. Then, what about
the strange occurrences this morning? What about Dr. Hanley and
Lucinda’s odd behavior? Tristan’s ghost seemed to lurk around all
day.
    Something about Tristan
Azazel was evil or
from another world. Shivering from the thought of being haunted by
him, Simra reached for her cell phone. Her cousin didn’t come to
work for the past few days. The cops couldn’t be of any assistance,
or Quint might come after her. Mandy should know what to
do.
    Mandy answered Simra’s call with a
hoarse voice. “Yeah?”
    “Mandy, I’m caught in a horrible
incident, and I’m not sure what to do.”
    Simra described everything that
happened from the time she awoke. “Don’t you find all of this a
little odd?”
    Silence settled between them before
Mandy spoke. “Cousin, you should call the cops. I haven't been
informed of that neurologist. No one told me, but I haven’t been at
work for a while because of my pneumonia. You really believe
Tristan’s ghost is after you? I know the man’s insane and
possessive of you, but come on, Simra. A ghost? Well, I guess I
shouldn’t put anything past Tristan Azazel.”
    Simra’s head pounded with
racing emotions. “I know this sounds crazy,
but what else could it be? There’s no other explanation. I can’t
call the cops. Quint will know. I believe he’s watching me.
Remember the love letters Tristan sent me a month ago? I trashed
them as soon as I got them.”
    “ Well, the letters just reappeared in my house recently. I
never gave him a copy of my house key. So how else did he get
inside the place? He swore I’d be his…always and forever.” She
shuddered at recalling his last words.
    “Sim, you know Jeff Theron, our best
friend from college came into town today, right? Well, he's a
brilliant private detective now. Jeff's been living in Dallas but
is considering returning to Longview. We should contact him about
this, you think? Tristan and Quint won’t know. Jeff could find out
if your ex’s really dead, discover the body, and catch Quint.
You’re so stressed right now that you might be imagining things.
Stress can do it to people sometimes.”
    Excitement flushed through Simra to
know the three best friends would be reunited. It had been too
long! “He's in town? Oh that's fantastic! We should all get
together. Call him, and call me right back. If possible, I’d like
to meet him about this tonight. I don’t want to end up dead like
Mom, Dad, and Grandpa. You and Grandmother need me.”
    “You won’t, Cousin. I’ll never
understand how that strange and fatal car accident killed Uncle
Steven and Aunt Adrienne. You were too young to lose your parents.
And I still don’t understand how Grandpa died from a heart attack.
He was so healthy. I