THE NEW CHAPTER BOOK

CHAPTER 1

When Emmett Bailey opened his eyes his whole body was racked with pain and he couldn’t move, then the pain disappeared. Closing his eyes for a bit, he opened them again and looked around.

He still sat in his squad car. Turning his head, he could see his partner 

Aaron sat next to him but something was very wrong. Aaron’s eyes were closed and his body showed signs of several bullet holes. 

Emmett reached out to touch him but his body had a soft white glow to it.

The next thing he knew he was outside the vehicle looking in. He swung his confused gaze from where Aaron sat to where he himself should be sitting and stared in shock. His body was sitting behind the wheel. His eyes were closed and he could see blood everywhere. His chest was covered in it, so were the seat and the windows of the car. Broken glass had been scattered all over everything.

Emmett raised his hands to his face. He could still feel his body but something seemed different about it. He glanced down at his hands. They didn’t seem as solid as in the past and he could move them, but something seemed to be really off. Then he realized he was no longer alone. He stiffened briefly then turned to face whoever or whatever had joined him.

A small woman with cinnamon colored skin and the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen, stared at him. Her long dark hair was brushed back over her shoulders and cascaded down her back, almost to her waist. “You have nothing to fear, I’m not here to harm you,” she told him.

“Ok, so what are you here to do?” he asked.

“Answer your questions.”

“What questions?”

Motioning to the car where he and his partner were shot and bleeding, she replied, “You don’t have questions?” She smiled at him while looking amused.

He didn’t see anything amusing about this situation. “Who and what are you?” he asked.

“My name is Synda and I am an Angel of Death. I was sent here to give you a message.”

“A message? From who?” Emmett asked as he felt confused and lost.

“From my boss. He wanted me to tell you, tonight wasn’t your time to die.”

Emmett turned to view his mortal body. It didn’t look any different than when he stepped out of the car. The bullet holes and blood were still present. “Then why am I dead?” he asked as he turned back to her.

“That is for you to find out,” Synda told him. “But I can tell you that you’re not really dead, this is an out of body experience. You still have time to reunite with your body but not much time. You are in a sort of limbo right now.”

Emmett snorted. “How am I supposed to do anything? If I'm in limbo?”

Crossing her arms over her chest she quipped, “You are being so difficult.”

He scoffed. “My bloody body is in that car, all shot to hell. My partner looks dead. As dead as I do… and I'm supposed to be easygoing and polite?”

She cocked her head at him. “Ok, you sorta have a point there. So, you are limbo but your life doesn’t have to end here. You have a rare opportunity right now. One that might give you closure if you accept it.”

“Please explain.”

“Because of your past acts, you are being given a second chance. Believe me, not many people get this offer,” she told him.

“A second chance? To do what?”

“To continue your work as a police officer…As a protector of the people.

“How can I be a protector when I’m stuck in limbo? I’m dead or almost dead, full of holes and my body hasn’t moved in five minutes,” Emmett ranted. “I can’t exactly fight crime anymore.”

“Maybe you can, with help,” Synda explained. “There’s someone out there that can help you figure out what happened here tonight and why.”

Emmett cocked his head to one side to ask, “And why am I being given this second chance?”

“You’re one of the good guys. You must realize that? You’ve shown that time and time again. You’ve stood up for the little people in this world where sometimes the only break they get are the bad ones. You may not realize this but that shows us you believe in justice for everyone, not just who can serve your interests.”

He sighed and said, “I was never a hero, but yeah, I hated how the odds are always stacked against decent people. So how do I find this person?”

Synda smiled. “You will know her when you see her. She will be your link to the living.”

Emmett turned to look at Aaron. “Will he live to see another day?”

“Perhaps…” She shrugged. “Let me ask you this… What brought the two of you here to this place tonight?”

Emmett stared off in the distance to try to remember, then he looked over at her. “Aaron and I were going to dinner when we got a call. Someone had called in a report of a gunshot, but when we got here it was quiet. I told him that it was almost too quiet. I was about to get out of the vehicle when I saw a man come out of the dark. He had a semi-automatic weapon. I reached for my gun but before I could even get my hand down, he opened fire….”  He paused, then said, “We didn’t stand a chance. The bullets ripped into us. I have never felt pain like that before.”

Synda turned and placed her hand on his arm. “I think you better look at the car again and tell me what you see.”

Emmett turned and stared at the car. He saw multiple bullet holes, then he noted something else. The pattern of shots, mostly located on the driver’s side of the car. The bullets had gone through the windshield but some had gone through the vehicle itself. Aaron’s side was barely hit. Three maybe four bullets on his side but there must have been twenty or so on Emmett’s side. He snapped his head back to Synda and asked, “I was the target?”

“You tell me.”

Emmett turned back and shook his head. “Why would anyone want me dead?”

“That, my friend, is what you have to figure out. But you were a cop, so there may be more than one criminal wanting you dead,” Synda said. “There’s something going on here and you have to figure out what it is. Someone wanted you dead and he almost made it happen. Now you have to find out why.”

Emmett raised his head as he heard police sirens coming their way. He turned to speak to Synda but she was nowhere to be seen. With no real choice, he stood there and waited for the ambulance to come. He hoped his partner would still be alive when this was over.

Emmett knew one thing, he had one more assignment… find out who wanted him dead and why.

 

Maybe an hour later…

 Emmett found himself in the hospital. 

Several other officers were standing around waiting for information about Aaron. Everyone had questions about what happened on that dark road. Someone here in the waiting room said they found over a hundred empty shells around the car.

He heard them talking then it all seemed to be nothing but a buzzing in his ears. Turning away, he walked into the room where Aaron was. 

His partner lay on the bed with tubes and wires all over his body. He’d been hit maybe four times but he was hanging in there. 

A young woman sat next to him, Aaron’s wife Denise, wearing a badge around her neck. She watched her husband even though he did nothing but lay still on the bed. She held Aaron’s hand carefully, tears in her eyes. 

Emmett stood at his side, staring at the machine keeping his partner alive and whispered, “Don’t let the bastards win. You hang in there buddy. I’m going to find out why I had to die and you are fighting for your life. I swear it.” 

Denise sat there, fresh tears ran down her cheeks. She scooted forward on the chair and brushed the hair from Aaron’s face. Then she leaned down and kissed the back of his hand. “I love you, babe. Please don’t leave me,” she whispered. “I can’t live without you.”

This scene almost got to him. He wanted to sit in a chair in this room and pray for Aaron. Not leave until the man woke up and smiled at his wife. After all, if there was an Angel Of Death, there had to be Angels Of Life, right? 

Emmett swallowed heavily then forced the sadness away. He couldn’t stay that long, he had things to do and people to find. He went to the room next door to see doctors and nurses standing over his own body. They had him hooked up to a number of medical devices and a slow heartbeat kept sounding with blips. He felt truly surprised by this as he stared at the machines. He thought he was toast already.

The doctors were shaking their heads.

One of them spoke, “Holy Christ, he took eleven bullets and he’s still alive? That’s a miracle in itself. He should be dead.”

“Well, let's hope he stays with us,” another doctor said as he slid Emmett’s chart into a slot at the end of the bed. “As long as there’s brain activity, he’s golden.”

Emmett  shook his head. Nothing golden here, doc. He needed to find this person who could help him and he had to find her fast. Only problem was he had no idea where to even start looking. He headed down the hall, got into the elevator and took it down to the main floor. Then he walked outside. 

The harsh Arizona heat blasted him as he made his way along the huge parking lot. The sun was just going down painting the sky with yellows and reds. Wasn’t it night already when they were shot? He wondered about time…Did it exist for him?

He turned and went east, he didn’t know why, but something in his brain told him to go toward the Sleeping Maiden Mountain. It was across the desert though. He didn’t know what he would find there, maybe nothing and he was just wasting time here. Time, he didn’t have to waste.  How would he get there though?

He stopped and listened to the wind for some reason. At first, it just sounded like wind, then it began to change into like… almost a whisper? It seemed to be calling his name. He shook his head. How could the wind call his name? He turned around to go back but he heard a crack of thunder just then and he stopped. Once he raised his head he looked around and he now stood at the base of the mountain.

 How in the hell? 

The moon was high in the sky when he reached it. When he stopped the whole mountain was right in front of him. He had no idea why he was here or how he was supposed to find the person who could help him.  Then the wind shifted again as he started to climb the mountain. The terrain was rough and hard, so Emmett felt like it was too much to climb to the top. So when he couldn’t go any further, he stopped to sit on the ground and wondered if he was being stupid. 

The evening air was cooling and he’d only gotten half way up. He laid back on the ground and stared up at the sky. The stars were sparkling and in the night canopy and he couldn’t help but wonder if the rumors about this mountain were true. He paused..where did he learn about this place anyway? He knew some things about it… Like this mountain held the old spirits of people that lived here long ago. Back before this country had been a country. The woman was supposedly waiting for her warrior to come back home.

And…Well, that’s all he remembered.

He closed his eyes. Behind his eyelids, he saw the man who had stepped out of the dark and fired at the squad car he and Aaron had been sitting in. It all happened in slow motion. He saw the face of the man come into focus and he was shouting something. Emmett couldn’t quite hear the words though as the shooter squeezed the trigger on that rifle in his hands.

Emmett’s eyes snapped open and he sat up while breathing hard. He didn’t know why his body filled with panic but it did. Again, his mind went back to the event as the man stepped out and Emmett could see his face. The whole scene was terrifying in its gray reflection like some dream, it all happened in black and white, except for the blood— it almost glowed a bright grisly red as the crimson liquid  seemed to be everywhere, dripping from his chest down along arms and legs. 

The shooter had dark hair and green eyes, and a scar on his face as well. The scar ran from his temple all the way down to his jawline. Something seemed familiar about that scar but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what it was. Caught in a nightmare that had been all too real, Emmett laid there on the sand in the desert at the base of a mountain range…trembling in the dark.

Chapter Two

THE MAIDEN

“The earth has felt the pain of the damage mankind has done to it. Mankind has neglected much of the very place they live in. And someday, the earth will no longer produce what man needs to survive. One day, the rivers will dry up and the sun will no longer be able to heat us. It is up to each one of us what we do to either make this a better place to live in, thus prolonging the life of Mother Earth or help in its destruction.”

Rissa, Keeper of the Maiden

Somewhere deep in the Maiden Mountain…

 Rissa sat very still when she heard the whispers of the wind. She’d had an unsettled sleep the night before and her mind had flashed pictures from another place. The sound of gunfire had jolted her awake and the sounds of other voices whispered in her mind.

 She slowly opened her eyes and the darkness of her bed chamber changed colors from red to green to finally blue. She’d gotten up, walked to her sitting room and then stared up at the skylight the Maiden had placed there as an opening to the sky above. That’s when she saw lightning streaking across the sky… a message from the Old Ones. Following this, she heard their muffled voices.

She moved and sat in the Circle of Light then closed her eyes again. 

After a moment, their muffled voices became clear as they warned her that someone was coming to her home and needed help to find his way back to the other side. They said he was the dead man, although he hadn't crossed over yet.They also warned her that she wouldn’t be the help he needed but one of her people could hear him from the other side. the Old Ones selected this person to be his go-between. 

They also explained that this man would be important to the future and that he should be helped but helping him would be dangerous. He left some things undone and he must go back and finish what he started. In the end, he would find out why this killer believed that he had to die. But when he finds this killer that’s when the danger would come.

Rissa heard their warnings and she knew there was more to the story but she also knew they wouldn’t tell her why this man was so important only that he was.

When the voices went silent, Rissa slowly opened her eyes and stared into the shadows. She knew the Old Ones wouldn’t ask her to help this man without pointing out who it would be. So all she had to do was wait but if this man was in limbo they would have to move quickly. He would be vulnerable to passing on for sure.

After the sun rose….

Rissa joined the bikers in the Lords Of Fire clubhouse. She went and got her usual tea and sat at a table.

 Everyone seemed to be here, eating breakfast and talking. 

Rissa watched the entire group. A Few of these men were The Guardians of the Mountain and she had been proud of their protection so far. They had sworn to protect the tribe and the mountain till death if need be.

The Shaman women… Leita, Apriella, Winsome, Rachel, Amira and Gabriella were also here.

Luther, Diesel, Steel and Swag were talking about the coyotes acting up, out in the desert and they were howling the night before.

Rissa knew why. This Dead Man, as the Old Ones had called him, had been out there in the night. With the Elder's message from this morning, she silently watched everyone in the room to determine just who in the group would be the one to rescue this lost soul.

Just then, she paused and looked over the small crowd again. Then she noticed a red aura around one of the women. Rissa sat there and watched as the aura swirled around her. 

The young girl stood there frozen as the red color became heavier and it slowly lifted her up until her feet left the floor.

All the noise in the room went quiet and everyone turned to see this.

 The aura turned from red to green, then from green to blue. The blue deepened in color. It got so thick that she almost disappeared from sight. A moment later, it all slowly and gradually dissipated and when the supernatural effect was gone completely, the young woman’s feet met with the floor again. She seemed to be bewildered as to what just happened. The color of her hair went from black to white. When she opened her eyes, her eye color had also changed. Her eyes went from brown to a golden amber. 

She was now so stunning to look at, many of the group gasped and kept staring at her. 

Amira, who sat next to Luther, also stared at the young woman then looked at her grandmother. Rising from her seat, she went over to Rissa and sat down next to her. “What just happened, Grandmother?”

Rissa sipped her tea and shrugged. “The Old Ones contacted me this morning, using the Circle of Light.” Her words echoed in the clubhouse and no one spoke. “They told me someone had been lost in the limbo between life and death as he approached the Maiden Mountain. That we had to find this man and help him come back into this world. But only one could truly help him and that wasn’t me. They told me this man would be important to the universe but not everyone could hear or see him in this plane.”

“What does this person have to do to help him?” Amira wanted to know.

Rissa shook her head. “That is unclear. First, we have to find him.”

Amira thought about this as she stared at her grandmother for a long moment then she turned to look at the woman who had just changed before their very eyes. “And Aria is supposed to be the one to help him?”

Rissa nodded. “Apparently, she is the one, as it appears that the Old Ones chose her to help him. They told me this morning they would choose the One.”

“Is this going to be dangerous for us?” Amira asked. “I felt something but I couldn’t identify it.”

Rissa shrugged. “Most of us would feel this shift. And yes, there is going to be some danger to it, but they will guide her and watch over the situation. They claim this man is important. There are some things he left undone and he has to finish what he started then he has to find his own killer.”

The whole room remained quiet as everyone heard what she said.

Having silently listened to Rissa too, Aria, the Chosen One, looked up at her and said, “I can see him lying under a tree at the foot of the Mountain. He looks pale and a bit disorientated.” Then she gasped and added, “He keeps fading in and out. But I can hear him calling out of help.”

Rissa nodded. “Then go to him, my child. Bring him back here so we can all learn who he is and what help he needs. The magic is stronger here than it is where he is. Go child, he’ll need our healing powers to get through what he needs to get through.”

Aria moved toward the doors but before she could get through them she turned back to Rissa and asked softly, “Why did the Old Ones choose me to help this man?”

Rissa shook her head and replied, “I’m not sure, Aria. But they choose you and that’s enough for me to trust you with this mission. This man is important to them for some reason, so he’s important to us as well.”

Aria nodded then headed for the front door.

 When the front door closed again Amira looked at her grandmother and whispered, “Grandmother, do you know what she’s going to find when she finds this man? Can you see the moment she meets him?”

Rissa shook her head and gave her a worried look, “No my child, nothing like this has ever happened before. This is all on Aria.”

“Then let's hope she can convince him to come here.” Amira shook her head as she stared at the door.

Rissa nodded. “Yes, he has to come here to heal, even in the spirit form he needs to do that.”

A half hour later…

Aria had seen in her mind where this man was resting, so she went there directly. As she approached the tree, she could see him laying underneath it but he was only a spirit, he wasn’t a real man. His anime was whispered on The longer she watched him the weaker she could see he was getting. Then she thought of Rissa’s own words. He has to come to the mountain to heal and she knew she had to get him there or he might just fade away into the ether. He would be lost in the tween and it was her job to prevent that from happening.

She approached him slowly and quietly sat down beside him. 

He jumped and seemed to be startled by her sudden appearance. 

She looked away from him and spoke quietly, “Please do not be afraid. I’m here to help you.”

Emmett frowned and asked, “How can you help me?”

She turned her head and looked him in the eyes. “There are many ways I can help.”

Emmett looked shocked. “You can hear me? See me? How?”

“Apparently, it was not your time to die and your spirit was ripped out of your body. You are lost right now and while the doctors keep your physical form alive you must do something here before your soul can be reunited with your mortal body.”

“How do you know all that?” Emmett whispered, thinking of the Angel’s words.

“Rissa was told this by the Old Ones,” Aria told him.

“Who the hell are the Old Ones?” Emmett growled.

“They are our Ancestors and they watch over us from the Heavens,” Aria explained softly. “They spoke to Rissa this morning and they told her you were taken before your time and that we needed to help you because you had work to do, important work. They asked us to watch over you.”

Thinking that this was all just in his imagination, Emmett ran his hands through his hair and sat up. Seeing a young woman who came out of nowhere with shimmering white hair and gold eyes? Then he was insane enough to talk to her? He rolled his eyes. Yeah, he was losing it for sure. After all, what was even real now? Briefly, he felt almost dizzy and he wondered how that could be. He was dead after all.

 Last night had been the hardest night in his memory. He’d laid on the ground and tried to calm his breathing. He couldn’t help but be unsettled by everything that happened. It wasn’t everyday he found himself caught in limbo, a space between life and death, but that was where he found himself. He thought about what had happened back in the city. Someone wanted him and his partner dead, why?

Emmett paused and asked himself, was there someone else there when the shooting happened? Standing in the shadows maybe? Then he thought about his pending cases. He’d been a cop for fifteen years in Sierra Vista. His arrest with conviction rate had been one of the best in his department, but who wanted him dead?

Aria stood and held her hand out. “You need to come with me. You need to heal before you begin your quest or you will never make it. Rissa says you need the mountain to heal.”

Emmett heard her speaking again and stared up at her. So she was real? He had seen too many odd sights in the time since he had been shot. He decided she was just a part of this bad dream, so he asked, “Heal? I’m a ghost, so what is there to heal?” 

“You are weak from being ripped out of your body.” Shaking her head she admitted, “I don’t know how Rissa can heal you but we have to get you to the Mountain.”

Emmett looked up at her and scoffed. “I’m amazed you can even see me when no one else can. Let alone, hear me but your Rissa is correct. I do have unfinished business to work through. I have to figure out who shot us and why.” He paused, then said, “But I can feel myself getting weaker. Can this Rissa you speak of help me with that?”

Aria shrugged. “I’m not sure how she does it but she told me to come here to you and to get you back to the Mountain. She got to her feet and held an arm out for him. 

Emmett stared at her hand then at her face. He slowly reached out to her and took her hand. 

She helped him up and together they turned toward the mountain behind him. 

They walked slowly and when they got close to the end of their journey, Emmett looked ahead and saw an older woman waiting for them.

 Dressed in a long dress with Indian markings. 

The one thing he paused at was the older woman had blue hair. 

Aria led him closer and they stopped in front of the woman.

 Emmet then saw two other women had joined her.

 All three had the same blue hair… How odd. 

The older woman stepped forward and touched his chest. 

He felt a pulse of something going through his entire body.

Then she stepped away and addressed him, “I know you. Now, I know what you are and do, you have a good heart but you don’t have much time left. Your soul is being drained and we have to help you.”

“You have to help me?” Emmet asked. “I'm dead and I am lost…How can you help me?”

 

Chapter Three

“Your soul was ripped away from your body by an act of violence,” Rissa explained to him. “But it wasn’t your time to die. You still have unfinished business to attend to.”

“Damn right I do.” Emmett growled. “I have to find out who pulled the trigger on me and almost killed my partner.”

Rissa nodded. “You also have more than just that to do. And your work will be important. Come…We have to go into the mountain to get what you need to stay in this world so you won't fade away into the ether.” She turned and headed toward the mountain just behind her. 

 Aria smiled and took his arm to follow her. 

Emmet expected to be stopped by a wall of rock and closed his eyes. But when he opened them he was inside a very large room with almost endless height to it. There didn’t seem to be a ceiling at all here. While the floor and the walls were stone the room itself looked decorated with old paintings and other artifacts. 

He paused and turned around. Behind him the walls were transparent and he could see the path they had walked to get here. 

Rissa chuckled. “Do not worry, the world can’t see inside the mountain but we can see outside.”

Emmett shook his head. “Lady, I don’t know why I’m here or who the hell you women are but this is impossible.”

Rissa stepped forward and said, “No Mr. Bailey, it is not impossible. There is magic in the world but it is mostly overlooked. I keep the secrets of magic alive and the Elders asked us to help you remain in this world. There is only one thing I know that can keep a soul bound to the earth.” She reached into her pocket and brought out an amulet. She held it up. 

Emmett stared at it for a long moment, then he looked at Rissa. “A necklace?”

“No, Mr. Bailey. This is an amulet. It will keep your soul safe for now. You must never take it off or your soul will disappear into the ether and you will be gone.”

Emmett shook his head in confusion. “How the hell am I supposed to wear something like that?” He held out his arms. “I’m invisible to most people.”

Rissa smiled. “Don’t worry about that. You can still wear this amulet.” She reached up and slipped the chain over his head. 

A surge of power went through him and he felt almost alive but when he peered down at his arms he saw nothing there. He’d expected to be real again somehow. He looked up at her. “I came here without even knowing why. Then I am now inside of a mountain? Please explain how all this is possible?”

Rissa sighed and sat down on her sofa. “This mountain is very old and it has been around not only here but in other places. It is the base of our power. We have been charged to protect the Maiden. Most people just see a mountain but the Maiden has her own secrets, I will tell you the old story of it… When the earth was new and the People were discovering all its glories they came upon three sacred mountains. These mountains were very special and the Gods had deemed them untouchable. Meaning the people could not take anything away from them. With everything available to them otherwise and nearby, the People respected the God’s commands to leave the mountains alone. More time passed and the People got more and more curious about the mountains. Then a small group of them dared to go where they were told not to. They went up on the mountains and they found a paradise. When they came back down and told others what they’d found, the People got upset with the Gods. They asked why did you lie to us about these mountains? Why did you deny us the riches it holds?” The Gods answered back, that they were denied nothing. They had all the food they could eat, jobs to keep themselves busy and they had a good life below the mountains. The People got upset and slowly turned on the Gods. It was only after they ruined the first two mountains and stripped everything they could that they turned their attention to the third mountain. The Maiden was the only spirit left as the People had destroyed her brother and her sister, the Gods banished the third mountain from them and moved the Maiden far away.” 

“They moved a whole mountain this size?” Emmett asked.

She nodded at him. “The People went to war with the Gods and told them they no longer believed in their laws and their sanctuary. They turned their backs on the Gods and only believed in themselves. It was chaos for many years as the People learned to live without the benefits of the deities they had believed in for so long.” She looked around the rock rooms they were in then she looked back at Emmett. “This magic is as old as the world around us. I do not deem who we help, I only follow what is asked of me. The amulet will protect your soul. The Elders tell me you are important to the world you live in and they want us to protect your soul. As long as you are righteous you are safe but you cannot use the amulet to gain revenge or for any gain of some kind. If you do then the amulet will not protect you anymore. It was made with some of the Mountain’s gold, just enough to have it hold the Mountain’s power. So if you abuse it, it will return to the Mountain and your soul will disappear into the ether.”

He sat and allowed all of this to sink in. “So this amulet is like a Genie in a bottle except it doesn’t allow for human-like um…Urges and wants?”

“Exactly, so be very careful.” Rissa placed her hand on his arm. “Now you have the power you need to investigate your murder and find what you missed before you died.”

“How am I supposed to do that if no one can hear me or see me?”

Rissa nodded at him then explained, “There is someone out there that will be able to hear you, she may not be able to see you but she can hear you. You just have to find her. The Spirit Elders will lead you to her. Go seek your justice and stop something that’s been happening and will continue happening until you figure out what it is. Then you can stop it.”

He allowed this to sink in too then he asked Aria, “Will you come with me?”

Rissa shook her head. “She can’t go with you. We were asked to help you but this is a journey you must do alone.” She shrugged.

“Story of my life.” Emmett sighed. “Going it alone.”

“But we will be able to watch your journey and we will be there if you are ever in serious trouble.” Then Rissa waved her hand and a transparent spot opened up in the room. It looked shimmery and ethereal. “You need to step through it to be where you need to be. Good Blessings, Mr. Bailey.”

Emmett gave her a nod then turned and went through the open window. Closing his eyes, he took that last step and opened his eyes to find himself in his world in front of the hospital. The same place he’d left before all the mountain and magical stuff happened. Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and walked inside.

Several other officers were standing around waiting for information about Aaron. Everyone had questions about what happened on that dark road. They discussed it, wondering if it was an angry ex-con or some cop hater. One of them said they'd found over fifty empty shells around the car.

He walked into the room Aaron was in. 

His partner lay on the bed with tubes and wires all over his body. He’d been hit four times but he seemed to be hanging in there.

 A young woman sat next to him and she wore a badge on a chain around her neck.

He didn’t know her but she didn’t seem like a threat to Aaron.

 Emmett stared at the machine keeping his partner alive. “Don’t let the bastards win buddy, hang in there,” he told his partner.

The woman's head shot up and she peeked around the room but didn’t see anyone. 

“I’m going to find out why someone thought I had to die and you are fighting for your life. I swear it,” Emmett continued to talk to his partner.

She now got up to look around the room. “Who’s there?” she whispered.

Emmett turned to stare at her. “You can hear me?”

She turned to where the voice seemed to be coming from. “Who are you?”

Emmett stared at her. “Emmett Bailey. Aaron is my partner.”

“You are in a coma next door,” Elise whispered.

“Yes, but I’m not dead yet. Even if someone did their best to murder me.”

“Why would someone do this to you and him?” she asked.

“That’s what I aim to find out. And I think you are the one who’s supposed to help me.”

“How can I help you?”

“For one thing, you can hear me,” Emmett insisted. “You may be the only one who can.” He paced in the room as he thought about what his next steps would be. “What is your name?” he finally asked her.

“Elise Cyrus.”

“And how do you know Aaron?”

“I’ve been friends with his wife since we were in college. I actually work in the records department of the Traverse City police department.”

“How long have you been working for the department? I don’t remember seeing you before.”

She shrugged her shoulders then stood and grabbed her bag as if to leave the room. “I just started there about three months ago after I  moved here, but I have been a cop for six years.”

“How is it that you can hear me?” Emmett asked.

Elise shrugged. “Does it make a difference?” She obviously knew the answer.

“Not to me. But I can understand if you don’t want to talk about it.”

Elise took a few steps away then told him, “It’s not that big a deal. I found out from my grandmother that our family is blessed, I guess? But that’s what she called it anyway. For many generations the females in our family have been able to hear the voices of the dead. She said we can even trace it back to when the Quakers first came to this country.”

“Do people know about your gift?”

Elise shook her head. “Hell no, and I don’t want them to either. People can be cruel if they find out you’re different. They love to say you’re crazy too. I made the mistake of telling someone when I was a kid and I got bullied because of it… so I’ll never do that again.”

“Well, I’m sorry that happened to you, but I'm glad you can hear me. You and I have to figure out why Aaron and I were shot.”

Elise reached up and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Me? I’m just a records clerk really. I’m not an investigator. But it seems like everyone out there in the hall thinks it was a driveby shooting.”

“No, it wasn’t a driveby. The shooter came out of the darkness in front of our vehicle and just started shooting. I don’t know what is going on but I intend to find out.” He glanced back at Aaron and vowed, “Bring the men responsible to justice. I’ve been given a second chance to do this and by God, I’ll see it through.”

“Just be careful out there,” Elise told him. 

“Careful? Why? They’ve already tried to kill me. And whoever they are, they don’t know I’m still around. They think they have nothing to fear. And that’s just how I want it to be. At least until I know what I’m dealing with. Don’t worry I won’t get anyone else killed.”

“You can’t promise that,” Elise argued. 

“You won’t be in any danger and if I feel like you are, I'll finish this alone,” Emmett assured her. 

“I’ll help you,” Elise finally told him. “It is meant to be, I suppose? I haven’t heard any voices in such a long time. But you and Aaron are cops too. We need to always back each other up.”

“I’m glad to hear this. No one but you knows I’m still here so you can’t say anything,” Emmett warned her.

“To who?” She scoffed. “And I don’t want to lose my job because they think I'm nuts. I’d rather skip that humiliation, thank you very much. Maybe I can get us some help with this though. I do have a partner, Carl Reilly. ”

“Can you trust him?”

“Yes and so can you,” Elise told him. “Carl’s one of the best.”

“Before you do that, let’s see what we can find out first.”

She shrugged again. “Okay, I guess that’s not unreasonable.”

“I’ll find you at the station in the morning.”

Elise waited for a couple of minutes then when she saw Aaron’s wife in the hall, she left the room. 

Emmett stood there as he realized he’d found the person that could hear him, just like Rissa had said. He hoped she could help him. He was invisible and had some kind of magical amulet that he did not know how to use, but he needed a living person to help him in his search.