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Crystal Clear by Ericka Scott
Crystal Clear
By
Ericka Scott
2
Crystal Clear by Ericka Scott
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to
be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,
organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Crystal Clear
Copyright© 2007 Ericka Scott
ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐135‐0
Cover Artist: Sable Grey
Editor: Susan Greene
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced
electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of
brief quotations embodied in reviews.
Cobblestone Press, LLC
www.cobblestone‐press.com
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Crystal Clear by Ericka Scott
Dedication
To my husband Ed—heʹs why I believe in happily ever afters.
A special thank you to Lt. Danny Agan for his assistance with police
procedure.
4
Crystal Clear by Ericka Scott
Prologue
Sara Dawson stared in horror at the body splayed face‐up on the
floor. Blood spatter decorated the walls and windows. Blood sheeted the
floor beneath the body, congealing in the woman’s black curly hair, and
was dotted across the milky white skin of the woman’s face like macabre
freckles. Deep blue eyes stared at nothing. She knew that face.
Nausea roiled in her belly. Shivering, she hugged herself,
swallowing hard, bile burning the back of her throat. It was cold, so very,
very cold. What should she do?
Shadows deepened, and outside in the street there was a squeal of
tires. She jumped, and her glance traveled to the door knob. With a wash
of relief, she saw that it was locked. She was safe, for now.
Closing her eyes, she tried to breathe deeply; calm herself down.
But again, her thoughts turned to the vision. So much blood. She shivered
again. Over the years, she’d often seen death in her crystal ball, both
peaceful deaths and violent deaths. She thought she’d become used to it,
inured to the blood and the gore.
With jerky movements, she picked up a silky black cloth, forcing
herself to perform a routine task when all she wanted to do was run. Run
far away, someplace safe. Why had she been so stupid? She knew better
than to look into her own future. Just look what it got her. She swathed
the large crystal ball on the table with the black cloth and shuddered.
She’d seen death again, and this time, it was her own.
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Crystal Clear by Ericka Scott
Crystal Clear
By
Ericka Scott
2
Crystal Clear by Ericka Scott
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to
be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,
organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Crystal Clear
Copyright© 2007 Ericka Scott
ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐135‐0
Cover Artist: Sable Grey
Editor: Susan Greene
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced
electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of
brief quotations embodied in reviews.
Cobblestone Press, LLC
www.cobblestone‐press.com
3
Crystal Clear by Ericka Scott
Dedication
To my husband Ed—heʹs why I believe in happily ever afters.
A special thank you to Lt. Danny Agan for his assistance with police
procedure.
4
Crystal Clear by Ericka Scott
Prologue
Sara Dawson stared in horror at the body splayed face‐up on the
floor. Blood spatter decorated the walls and windows. Blood sheeted the
floor beneath the body, congealing in the woman’s black curly hair, and
was dotted across the milky white skin of the woman’s face like macabre
freckles. Deep blue eyes stared at nothing. She knew that face.
Nausea roiled in her belly. Shivering, she hugged herself,
swallowing hard, bile burning the back of her throat. It was cold, so very,
very cold. What should she do?
Shadows deepened, and outside in the street there was a squeal of
tires. She jumped, and her glance traveled to the door knob. With a wash
of relief, she saw that it was locked. She was safe, for now.
Closing her eyes, she tried to breathe deeply; calm herself down.
But again, her thoughts turned to the vision. So much blood. She shivered
again. Over the years, she’d often seen death in her crystal ball, both
peaceful deaths and violent deaths. She thought she’d become used to it,
inured to the blood and the gore.
With jerky movements, she picked up a silky black cloth, forcing
herself to perform a routine task when all she wanted to do was run. Run
far away, someplace safe. Why had she been so stupid? She knew better
than to look into her own future. Just look what it got her. She swathed
the large crystal ball on the table with the black cloth and shuddered.
She’d seen death again, and this time, it was her own.
5
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