Everyone was waiting for an answer. Aware of Daniel just behind her, Cleo said, “I did see something.”
Jo let out a gasp. The twins clapped their hands and bounced a little. Harvey let out a snort. Parker said nothing, and Dr. Campbell took her by the elbow. “Sit down and tell us about it.” He led her to a cozy spot in the corner of the room, where she took a seat on a soft, fabric-covered chair, the séance group gathering around her, all but Daniel, who perched a hip on the corner of Parker’s desk, arms crossed over his chest.
“I saw a road,” Cleo began. “A gravel road.”
“Yes?” Jo asked.
Cleo knew she could have made up anything, but she went ahead and stuck to the dream, hoping to convey its eerie mood, thus lending credibility to her story. “The road turned to dirt.” She concentrated, trying to remember. “Dirt with grass growing in the middle, and weeds on either side.” In her mind, Cleo pictured the road. She remembered her red toenails. And something she hadn’t seen in the dream-dry dust from the road sifting over them, covering her feet in a fine powder. Through the tangle of weeds was the peak of a barn.
“A barn,” she said. “I saw a barn.”
Behind her, Daniel let out a low curse. Jo waved her hand at him, irritated by his interruption.
“An old red barn. I don’t think it was being used, because it had a feeling of abandonment about it.”
Her heart raced.
“On top of the barn was a weathervane.” She remembered the way it had creaked, turning slowly one direction, then another. “It had a pig on it.”
She remembered going inside, remembered the shovel, remembered digging, remembered the horror that gripped her.
“Is that everything?” Jo asked.
Fifteen seconds ticked by before Cleo answered. “That’s everything.” The rest was too personal. The rest had nothing to do with them. It was her nightmare, the nightmare she carried with her.
“Well, that gives us a place to start,” Jo said, for the first time sounding not quite as enthused. “I must admit I was hoping for a little more detail. Are you sure you didn’t see anything inside the barn?” she asked hopefully.
Cleo shook her head.
“This has gone far enough,” Daniel said. “Can’t you see she’s scamming you? She’s going to send us off on a wild-goose chase so she can skip town. A barn? Come on. There are hundreds of abandoned barns around here. And the weathervane. Half of them have pigs on them.” He made a pleading motion with one hand. “Come on, Jo. Open your eyes.”
Dr. Campbell cleared his throat, then offered his opinion. “I have to agree, Jo. It’s a little vague.”
“I thought you were all for this,” Daniel said.
“I was, but that was before. We don’t want to end up on the national news with the entire country laughing at us.”
Jo was quiet, her brow furrowed in thought. She turned back to Cleo. “You wouldn’t skip town, would you?” It was apparent that her confidence in Cleo was slipping fast. Her question was more of a plea. She was begging Cleo to say no. “You wouldn’t run out like that-would you?”
Cleo swallowed, her gaze going from Jo to Daniel. She could see in his eyes that if she didn’t tell Jo, he would. “Actually,” she said, not looking at anyone, drawing small nervous circles on the arm of the green paisley-print chair, “I already skipped town once.” Her voice dropped. “Daniel came after me and brought me back.”
“Oh.”
With that one word Jo managed to convey just how crushed she was.
Cleo felt horrible. How could she have done such a thing to such an open, trusting person?
“Was anything that happened here real?” Jo asked.
“The barn. I did see a barn. I swear.”
“Well,” Jo said, still obviously trying to take in the extent of Cleo’s deception, “I guess that’s something.”
Cleo couldn’t stay there any longer. She pushed herself out of the chair. Without looking to the left or right, she aimed herself in the direction of the door. People fell away, letting her through. Without stopping to get her belongings, she headed for the door, shoving it open, stepping out into the bright sun, the smothering heat. She hurried down the steps, then turned left on the sidewalk, knowing Beau and Daniel lived over there somewhere. She would leave. How, she wasn’t sure. She had approximately thirty-five cents to her name, give or take a few pennies. She didn’t like to hitchhike-it was dangerous and degrading-but she would do it.
She’d gone perhaps two blocks when she heard a car pull up beside her. She didn’t look to see who it was. Instead she kept walking, her eyes focused straight ahead. The car slowed, keeping pace with her. Daniel. She felt sure it was Daniel.
He honked. Ass.
She kept walking.
The car stopped. She heard a door slam, then Daniel was running to catch up. He jumped in front of her, walking backward as she continued to walk forward.
“Hold up,” he said, a little out of breath.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to put up a tent and open a palm-reading shop on Main Street.” She had to get Premonition. She needed Premonition. How could she have ever thought of leaving him? She must have been temporarily insane. “I’m going to your house to get my dog, and then I’m leaving.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Jo doesn’t want you to leave.”
She stopped.
He stopped.
“She wants you to stay. She wants you to try it again.”
“That’s ridiculous.” She shoved her way past him to continue walking. He fell into step beside her.
He pulled out his billfold, extracted two twenty-dollar bills, and handed them to her. “Tomorrow. She wants to try it again tomorrow. In the meantime-” He held the money in front of her. “Take it.” He shook it, but she still refused. “You have to eat.”
Truer words were never spoken. She snatched the money and stuffed it into the front pocket of her jeans.
“I want to get my dog.” She’d left him behind once. She couldn’t do it a second time.
The sun was so bright that stepping under a shade tree plunged them into cool darkness.
“Let me give you a ride back to the motel, then I’ll pick you up later to get your dog.”
“What’s wrong with now?”
“Beau’s not home. He should be there when you get the dog. I don’t want him to come home and find him gone.”
She could understand that. What she didn’t understand was why Jo wanted her to stay after everything that had happened.
“I don’t get it,” she said, looking up at him. “Why does she want me to come back?”
“That’s the way Jo is. She believes in giving people second chances.”
“Unlike you.”
“That’s right. Unlike me.”
Chapter Thirteen
Cleo sat on the edge of the bed staring at the stained wall with its greasy handprints. She tried to make sense of her feelings, but like so many things in her life, it was too hard, too complex. She found herself thinking back to a time she didn’t like to remember, to a past that hadn’t been photo-album perfect…
People said they were the ideal family. A mother, a father, two children-a boy and a girl. They went to church as a family. They went to Bible school and the county fair as a family. They were involved. But it was all a carefully constructed front.
Cleo’s father, Ben Tyler, had been born into wealth, coming from an impressive lineage of town founders, state politicians, and businessmen. But unlike his outgoing father and grandfather, Ben Tyler had possessed a crippling shyness, making him a perfect target for Cleo’s mother, Ruth Dixon.