the beach. The first one was ruled an accidental drowning. Now, of course, Robert knows someone is drowning these women. He has found out that this has been going on, up and down the beach, in Florida and Georgia for two and a half years that they know of.
“That’s why you guys have been called in. I’m glad you’re here, Judith. I know you will be able to help me. Even though I was really messed up when I met you before, I remember you. Dr. Anna speaks very highly of you.”
CHAPTER 3
That evening the four of us, Rober t, Sarah, John and I, went to a new restaurant overlooking the beach. It was named Roger’s and it had some of the best seafood I had ever had anywhere, including New Orleans.
“To catch everyone up,” Robert began b etween mouthfuls of sea bass, “as far as we can tell, this whole killing spree started about five years ago.”
“Wait a minute, Robert,” Sarah said. “I thought you said two and a half years.”
“John here found some more that fits the same M.O. It appears it all started in Virginia Beach, about five years ago. There were three there, and then he moved down the beach to South Carolina and killed two.
“For some reason he then moved over to the West Coast of Florida and started killing in the area of Clearwater, Tarpon Springs, and New Port Richey. He worked his way down the coast, and then went across to the Miami area and started north, up the coast. He is now killing here in Monroe Beach, unless he’s moved on.”
John’s cell phone rang and he excused himself as he walked off down the beach to talk. Robert put his hand on top of mine and asked, “How are you, Judith? I was sure sorry to hear about Ben. I never met him, but I know John spoke highly of him.”
When he saw the tears in my eyes he didn’t tell me not to cry , like some people do, instead he said, “You’ve had a rough time this last month, losing Ben, and then almost getting killed by Jupiter. Cry all you want. You’ve earned it.”
I was surprised that I still had so many tears left. I thought I had used them up, but as soon as he showed so much sympathy I broke down. Sarah came over and squatted down by my chair and wrapped her arms around me.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” John said, walking up from the beach, “but I’ve been reassigned. I have to leave right away. So, I’ll leave everything in your capable hands, Robert, and you too, Judith. They said another agent will be assigned from the Atlanta office, probably your friend. Simon.” He said to Robert.
Robert stood up and reached for his wallet while saying, “I’ll drive you to the airport.”
“I got supper covered,” I said. “Y’all go ahead on. Just put the wallet back in your pocket, Robert.”
After they left , Sarah and I sat back and enjoyed an after supper coffee while we watched the waves, both lost in our own thoughts. I felt more at peace than I had felt in months, but not for long.
Suddenly, Sarah jumped up and started running down the beach.
“Sarah, wait,” I called while grabbing money from my purse and throwing a handful of bills on the table.
I jumped off the porch , not bothering with the steps, and ran after her. By the time I caught her, she was wading out into the surf. I grabbed for her, but she laughed and dodged me, like a little girl, giggling the whole time. I kept trying to catch her and she kept dodging me and giggling.
Then in a little girl’s voice she said, “I remember you, Doctor Judith. You came to see me before.”
I knew that voice. I recognized it from a few years earlier when I was called here to do a psychological evaluation on Sarah. She had been suspected of being Twoon, the psychopathic killer who had been stabbing women on the beach.
This was one of Sarah’s personalit ies. Her name was Beth, and she was four and a half years old. I knew in that moment that Sarah had relapsed and that this personality had come out again.
“I need to call Dr. Anna,” I
“That’s why you guys have been called in. I’m glad you’re here, Judith. I know you will be able to help me. Even though I was really messed up when I met you before, I remember you. Dr. Anna speaks very highly of you.”
CHAPTER 3
That evening the four of us, Rober t, Sarah, John and I, went to a new restaurant overlooking the beach. It was named Roger’s and it had some of the best seafood I had ever had anywhere, including New Orleans.
“To catch everyone up,” Robert began b etween mouthfuls of sea bass, “as far as we can tell, this whole killing spree started about five years ago.”
“Wait a minute, Robert,” Sarah said. “I thought you said two and a half years.”
“John here found some more that fits the same M.O. It appears it all started in Virginia Beach, about five years ago. There were three there, and then he moved down the beach to South Carolina and killed two.
“For some reason he then moved over to the West Coast of Florida and started killing in the area of Clearwater, Tarpon Springs, and New Port Richey. He worked his way down the coast, and then went across to the Miami area and started north, up the coast. He is now killing here in Monroe Beach, unless he’s moved on.”
John’s cell phone rang and he excused himself as he walked off down the beach to talk. Robert put his hand on top of mine and asked, “How are you, Judith? I was sure sorry to hear about Ben. I never met him, but I know John spoke highly of him.”
When he saw the tears in my eyes he didn’t tell me not to cry , like some people do, instead he said, “You’ve had a rough time this last month, losing Ben, and then almost getting killed by Jupiter. Cry all you want. You’ve earned it.”
I was surprised that I still had so many tears left. I thought I had used them up, but as soon as he showed so much sympathy I broke down. Sarah came over and squatted down by my chair and wrapped her arms around me.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” John said, walking up from the beach, “but I’ve been reassigned. I have to leave right away. So, I’ll leave everything in your capable hands, Robert, and you too, Judith. They said another agent will be assigned from the Atlanta office, probably your friend. Simon.” He said to Robert.
Robert stood up and reached for his wallet while saying, “I’ll drive you to the airport.”
“I got supper covered,” I said. “Y’all go ahead on. Just put the wallet back in your pocket, Robert.”
After they left , Sarah and I sat back and enjoyed an after supper coffee while we watched the waves, both lost in our own thoughts. I felt more at peace than I had felt in months, but not for long.
Suddenly, Sarah jumped up and started running down the beach.
“Sarah, wait,” I called while grabbing money from my purse and throwing a handful of bills on the table.
I jumped off the porch , not bothering with the steps, and ran after her. By the time I caught her, she was wading out into the surf. I grabbed for her, but she laughed and dodged me, like a little girl, giggling the whole time. I kept trying to catch her and she kept dodging me and giggling.
Then in a little girl’s voice she said, “I remember you, Doctor Judith. You came to see me before.”
I knew that voice. I recognized it from a few years earlier when I was called here to do a psychological evaluation on Sarah. She had been suspected of being Twoon, the psychopathic killer who had been stabbing women on the beach.
This was one of Sarah’s personalit ies. Her name was Beth, and she was four and a half years old. I knew in that moment that Sarah had relapsed and that this personality had come out again.
“I need to call Dr. Anna,” I
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