Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 44


She turned and walked toward the woman. Rainy crouched before the woman and softened her face. “You don’t know me, but I’m here to help you. Will you come with me and my friend? We’ll get you to a doctor and see to it that you’re safe.”
 After the woman had said she would got with Rainy and Hoyte, he picked her up and carried her out of the apartment. As he put the woman in the car, Rainy waved at Mrs. Chenney, letting her know everything had worked out fine.
Rainy couldn’t help but feel Mrs. Chenney wasn’t too happy about the situation, but brushed it off as worry for the woman. Rainy got in the backseat with the woman.
“Hi, I’m Rainy. Are you Lindie Richards?”
The woman nodded slowly, cowering in the corner of the car as Hoyte got in.
“It’s okay,” cooed Rainy, “we are going to take you to a hospital. You called me in need of help, remember?”
Lindie shook her head as she looked around the car like a wild animal.
“Do you recall calling the psychic hotline?”
Lindie nodded and looked at Rainy with wide eyes.
Rainy smiled. “I answered that call. You’re safe now, okay?”
The woman smiled and leaned into Rainy. She started to sob into Rainy’s arm. “Thank you.”


Rainy walked out of the hospital and couldn’t help but smile. She had gotten Lindie admitted to the hospital under protective care and had only left when a police officer came to question Lindie about what she had been through.
Rainy knew she couldn’t bear to hear what the poor woman had endured since her calls to the psychic line. She gave the officer her information and said she’d help anyway she could, but she needed to get back to her sister.
As she walked out of the doors of the hospital, she felt lighter. No omens or card readings could bring her down. She knew without a doubt that she had saved Lindie from a life worse than death.
The lightness she had been feeling faded away as she saw the look on Hoyte’s face. Something was wrong … not just wrong, but devastating.
“What is it?” she asked hurrying up to him.
“Clover’s missing.”

Chapter 14


Rainy didn’t wait for Hoyte to put the car in park before she jumped out and ran into her apartment building. The door was already propped open with a brick, something the kids in the building did frequently after school, so they could come and go without needing a key from their parents.
She raced up the stairs and to her apartment and stopped short as she saw her own door wide open. Finding her voice and her courage she hurried to the door. “Clover! Ned?”
“Over here,” called a raspy voice.
Rainy looked into the kitchen and gasped as she saw Ned sitting on the floor a bag of frozen peas over his right eye. She ran up next to him and dropped to her knees. Ned’s face was badly beaten, which was evident from his busted lip, bloody nose, and swollen right eye. Tears fell down his bruised cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I tried to stop them. They jumped as we past an alley. I never saw them coming. Then I tried to go after them, but the car was too fast and I was on foot. I’m so sorry.”

Friday, May 17, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 43


“Fabian Cortez,” Rainy said firmly, raising her hand up to meet the door to stop its closing. “I’m here with the service.”
Fabian looked her up and down as he licked his lips. Rainy felt her stomach turn at the thought of even a finger of his touching her.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she snapped. “I’m not on the menu. I’m here to see about the merchandise you acquired.”
“The service has never sent a watch dog to look after me,” snarled Fabian.
“They have now,” said Hoyte as he stepped in the doorway. Rainy glanced at him over her shoulder and was surprised to see how menacing he looked. It was almost as if he had made his stature twice as large and his emerald eyes burned with caution that Fabian should watch his step.
“Fine,” said Fabian throwing up his hands. “I ain’t done nothing I haven’t done before. The service hasn’t had any complaints about my girls and I’ve always been under the impression they appreciate how my girls mind their manners, so to speak.”
Rainy pushed past Fabian and marched toward what she decided had to be the bedroom in the small apartment. She shoved open the door and then bit back a gasp as she saw a woman sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing. The woman’s blonde hair was plastered to her forehead caked in dried blood and dirt.
“She tried to run,” said Fabian. “I caught her on the phone twice. I know how the service feels about runners.”
The woman looked at Rainy with two bruised cheeks that matched the purple rim around her left eye. She held up her hands which were zip tied and Rainy could see blood from where the zip ties had bore into the skin.
Anger swelled through Rainy’s body as a final look into the woman’s eyes and Rainy knew the woman had not only been beat, she had been drugged.
“Is this how you treat women?” Rainy yelled. “You are a nasty piece of work and I am taking her with me now.”
Fabian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not taking her anywhere. In fact, I’m not sure you’re from the service at all.”
He reached for his pocket as Rainy saw the flash of the gun’s metal in her mind’s eye.
“Gun!” she screamed.
Hoyte grabbed the man’s arm before he could retrieve his weapon. Thrusting the arm up and behind the man’s back, Fabian let out a scream of anguish. Using his free hand, Hoyte ran his fingers across the restrained palm. Rainy hurried over, grabbed the gun from the man’s waistline, and pointed it at him.
“The service is upset,” said Hoyte after reading Fabian’s palm. “You’ve been sending them diseased girls. You might know how to train them, but you’re also cursing them with your filth. Thankfully, it’s a curable STD, but the service doesn’t appreciate their complaint department being overrun because you can’t keep it in your pants. So we are taking this girl and getting her treated.”
“I didn’t know,” screamed Fabian. “I was told it was fine. I was told to work the girls over until their spirits broke. I’m sorry. Don’t kill me.”
Hoyte let the man go and then wiped his hands as if trying to rid them of imaginary dirt.
“We should kill you,” said Rainy, remembering she was supposed to be the boss and Hoyte the muscle. “But we’ll get this woman checked out first and if the service decides you need to be eradicated, they will send the appropriate people. If I were you, I would go get a test, get some antibiotics and then call the service. Fix your mess before you bother them.”
She turned and walked toward the woman. Rainy crouched before the woman and softened her face. “You don’t know me, but I’m here to help you. Will you come with me and my friend? We’ll get you to a doctor and see to it that you’re safe.”

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 42

“That number belongs to my meanest tenant, Fabian Cortez,” said Mrs. Chenney. “I asked him to move his car one day, it was blocking another tenant’s parking spot, and he pulled a knife on me.”
“Oh my,” said Rainy.
“I’m afraid if I call he’ll get angry with your friend,” Mrs. Chenney’s voice grew weak, “or me.”
 “I understand why you don’t want to get involved,” said Rainy. “I’m scared too. That’s why I brought my friend, Hoyte with me. He may need humility, but we both know this could be a dangerous situation, which is why we need to check on Lindie. Please, Mrs. Chenney, just give me the apartment number and I’ll go check on her. Fabian Cortez doesn’t have to know you told me the address. I promise, I’ll keep you completely out of it.”
“I wish I would have had a friend like you at one time,” said Mrs. Chenney. Her eyes glossed over as if she were remembering another time and place. “I didn’t and I had to get out on my own. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
“So please, let me help Lindie. Let me be the friend to her that you wish you would have had when you needed one the most,” begged Rainy.
“I can’t do it,” said Mrs. Chenney standing, “but I do need a cup of coffee. I take special care with my coffee. Takes me a good five minutes to get it just right. I sure do hope that no one looks in my file cabinet while I’m gone.”
Mrs. Chenney gave Rainy a sad, but knowing smile as she walked through a door, leading to the back part of the office. As soon as the door shut behind her, Rainy rushed to the file cabinet. Thankfully, it was not only unlocked, but Mrs. Chenney had every tenant boldly listed and in alphabetically order. It took Rainy only a moment to see Fabian Cortez had rented apartment 202.



Chapter 13


Rainy looked at Hoyte who stood just to the side of the door, in the blind spot of the peep hole. Her heart raced with nerves. They had a plan, but both of them had admitted it was an awful plan. As much as Rainy would have liked to just have Lindie leave with her, there was the fact that Rainy was a stranger to Lindie and she had no reason to leave with them.
“Just be vague,” said Hoyte.
Rainy gave him a firm nod. He had meditated on the apartment before they went up and his gut was telling him Fabian Cortez was working for someone else and Lindie was being forced to work for some kind of service. It didn’t take psychic powers to know that service was most likely not on the up and up with the law. The biggest questions was whether the service was in regards to sex or drugs.
“This is a stupid idea,” Rainy muttered.
“Do you have a better one?” snapped Hoyte in a harsh whisper.
She didn’t, so she took a deep breath and knocked firmly on the door. A man with long black hair, slicked back by either a tub of grease of lack of showering, pulled open the door and snarled at her. “Wrong apartment Girl Scout, take your cookies elsewhere.”
The man started to close the door as Rainy heard a whimper behind him.
“Fabian Cortez,” Rainy said firmly, raising her hand up to meet the door to stop its closing. “I’m here with the service.”
Fabian looked her up and down as he licked his lips. Rainy felt her stomach turn at the thought of even a finger of his touching her.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she snapped. “I’m not on the menu. I’m here to see about the merchandise you acquired.”
“The service has never sent a watch dog to look after me,” snarled Fabian.
“They have now,” said Hoyte as he stepped in the doorway. 

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Mystique Stone Magic Birthstone

It is May! If you were born this month, you are an Exotic Emerald!




Emerald" The Stone Of Divine Love "
I guard your heart's essence. I compel you to function at your highest level ensuring that you walk an illuminated path with the brilliance of love as your guide.

Friday, April 19, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 41


“We were hoping you could give us the apartment number,” said Hoyte. “Or at the very least the name of the resident.”
“Sorry, can’t do that,” said Mrs. Chenney, “not unless you have a warrant and you’ve already told me you’re not police officers.”
“Mrs. Chenney.” Hoyte gave her a sexy smile as he tussled his wet hair. Rainy had to fight the urge to groan at his obviousness. “I’m Hoyte Morgan.”
“Yes, you told me your name earlier,” said Mrs. Chenney raising her eyebrows at Rainy.
“Have you heard my name before?” asked Hoyte, “I am somewhat famous.”
Mrs. Chenney gave a little laugh. “I mostly read, so unless you’re my favorite author, and you don’t look like Nora Roberts to me, then I wouldn’t have heard of you.”
“I’m a psychic and if you give us the name and apartment number, then I will give you a world class reading.”
“Well, if you’re a psychic shouldn’t you already know the apartment number?” Mrs. Chenney frowned at him. “Even so, I don’t believe in that hocus pocus. No warrant, no information. Again, I’d be happy to call the number for you and make sure everything is hunky dory.”
Rainy bit back a laugh as Hoyte’s face displayed a cross between being shocked and slightly irritated. She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you go wait in the car?”
He started to shake his head no, but with a small nod from Rainy, he didn’t argue, but handed her his towel and walked outside without another word.
“Your friend could use a small dose of humility,” said Mrs. Chenney as she walked to her desk. “Like I would believe in that baloney.”
“Yes, it’s pretty crazy anyone would,” said Rainy. “Listen, you seem like a really caring woman. I mean, who has towels just in case some wayward travelers come in your apartment office during a rainstorm?”
“Well, I’d like to think I am,” said Mrs. Chenney, raising her chin just a little, “but that’s not going to stop me from protecting my tenants.”
Rainy sat across from her in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. “I understand completely, and I hope that you understand that while you’re trying to protect the people who live here, I’m trying to protect my friend. Her name is Lindie Richards and she’s called me twice this week scared. I just want to make sure she’s okay. I’m afraid she’s gotten mixed up with the wrong man and that he may live in this apartment complex.” She rattled off the phone number Ned had found. “Does that sound familiar?”
“Yes,” Mrs. Chenney said softly, “I know who that number belongs to.”
“You offered to call the number and make sure my friend is okay, will you still do that?” asked Rainy.
“I don’t think that will do you friend any good,” said Mrs. Chenney, as she fidgeted with a pen on her desk.
“What do you mean?” asked Rainy.
“That number belongs to my meanest tenant, Fabian Cortez,” said Mrs. Chenney. “I asked him to move his car one day, it was blocking another tenant’s parking spot, and he pulled a knife on me.”
“Oh my,” said Rainy.
“I’m afraid if I call he’ll get angry with your friend,” Mrs. Chenney’s voice grew weak, “or me.”

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 40

Rainy stopped and looked at him as rain pour over them. “I just don’t understand why you did it.”
“Is it really that hard to understand?” said Hoyte. His emerald eyes begged her to see what he was trying to say. She knew exactly why he had done it just as much as she knew that he didn’t want to say it out loud. “Rainy, I …”
“Just forget it,” said Rainy, not wanting him to finish his sentence. “I promise I won’t bring it up again.”
She turned and started forward, just has Hoyte grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. He leaned in and kissed her, and Rainy’s heart leapt as if it had found a piece of itself that had been missing.

Chapter 12


Breaking away from the kiss she turned. Yes, it was a piece of her heart that had been missing, because he stole it from her.
“Don’t,” she said, taking a step away from Hoyte.
“I’m sorry, I acted in the moment,” he said. “I didn’t think.”
“No, you didn’t,” said Rainy over her shoulder, “let’s go. We have work to do.”
She marched toward the office, the tingle of the kiss still lingering on her lips and the heat from the passion making her body warm even with the cold rain falling on her head. She was glad for the rain, glad for the coolness that reminded her of why they broke up. How he never listened, but spoke for her, chose for her, planned for her. Just like that kiss, he never stopped to think about what she really wanted … or what she needed.
Feeling him close behind her, she picked up her pace and let herself in the apartment offices door.
“Oh my heavens.” A woman with tidy blonde hair, hurried over to Rainy with a towel. “It’s just raining cats and dogs out there, isn’t it? Come on in … oh you have a friend. Let me get him a towel too. I keep these in the office when it rains for just this occasion.”
Rainy thankfully took the towel and draped it over her shoulders. “Wow, thank you.”
The woman smiled and Rainy instantly thought of her grandmother, even though this woman was nowhere near old enough to be her grandmother. It was more in the way the woman fussed over them, was completely prepared for the situation, and her warm smile.
“Okie dokie,” said the woman, “I’m Mrs. Chenney. How can I help you folks?”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Rainy Summerfield.”
Mrs. Chenney giggled. “Oh my goodness, how cute, here you are soaked by the rain and your name is rainy. That’s a hoot.”
“I’m Hoyte, and we’re here for some information on one of your residence.”
Mrs. Chenney’s smile faded. “Oh no, what happened now? You know I try to run a tight ship here, have a nice place for good folks to stay regardless of the neighborhood, but even the tidiness house can find a cockroach. Are you folks police?”
“No, ma’am,” said Rainy, feeling the need to be extra polite. “We’re looking for a friend. We fear she might be in trouble.”
“You can tell me her name and I’ll be happy to call and check up on her for you,” said Mrs. Chenney.
“I don’t think she’s a resident here,” said Hoyte.
Mrs. Chenney shook her head. “Then what makes you think she’s here?”
“We have a number that she has called often,” explained Rainy. “It’s attached to an apartment here. Unfortunately, the number is all we have.”
“You can give me the number and I’ll be happy to call it,” said Mrs. Chenney.
“We were hoping you could give us the apartment number,” said Hoyte. “Or at the very least the name of the resident.”
“Sorry, can’t do that,” said Mrs. Chenney, “not unless you have a warrant and you’ve already told me you’re not police officers.”
“Mrs. Chenney.” Hoyte gave her a sexy smile as he tussled his wet hair. Rainy had to fight the urge to groan at his obviousness. “I’m Hoyte Morgan.”

Friday, April 12, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 39


“So your destiny is to die?” snapped Ned.
“No,” Rainy said softly, “look, I don’t know what will happen, but I feel like we’re doing the right thing by helping Lindie.” She looked through the big picture windows of the coffee shop and saw Hoyte paying for the coffee. “Hoyte will be back any minute. I appreciate the offer, Ned, but I can’t run from this. The universe will find another way to make the omens come true. My best shot is to look destiny right in the face and dare her to follow through, all the while fighting back.”
“It’s a fight for your life,” said Ned.
“And I won’t go quietly.”
Hoyte exited the coffee shop and jogged through the rain toward the car.
“I’ve got to go,” said Rainy.
“If you change your mind, the offer stands,” said Ned.
“Thank you.” Rainy hung up as Hoyte got in and handed her a coffee.
“Was that Ned?” he asked.
“Yes, he said he texted you the address, but he wanted to give me an update as well,” explained Rainy.
Hoyte nodded. “I’m glad the two of you have become friends. I just hired him to look after you, but this is better. Even though, I know I never should have done that …”
“Total invasion of privacy,” Rainy interrupted as she blew on her coffee.
“Yes, it was, and I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry that you and Ned are friends,” said Hoyte.
Rainy thought about what Ned had offered and her heart warmed a little. “Neither am I.”
Hoyte looked at his phone and then typed the address into his gps, “Shall we?”
They drank their coffee quietly as Hoyte drove to the apartment building. Rainy wasn’t sure what he was thinking about, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Ned’s offer and what would be best for Clover. She had met what she said. The universe would have its way, even if they didn’t investigate the Lindie lead. The fact was, the only way to hold the premonition at bay was by following Hoyte’s intuition that if they saved Lindie, they would save Rainy.
They pulled up in front of the manager’s office at the apartment building. “Too bad that address didn’t come with an apartment number.”
“We’re lucky it wasn’t a burner phone,” said Rainy, trying to sound braver than she felt. The apartment building didn’t look much better than the motel. It was a two story building, holding about two dozen apartments. Some had rickety wood balconies that Rainy was sure would collapse if someone actually tried to enjoy one. The paint chipped away from the wooden exterior exposing the warped and half-rotten wood under the dismay tan paint.
“How do you want to play this?” asked Hoyte.
“We could use your celebrity again,” teased Rainy.
Hoyte sighed. “When I was younger, I loved the attention, now … well … it can be taxing.”
“Oh my gosh,” said Rainy with an eye roll. “Please, tell me how your wealth is so hard to handle. Being able to buy whatever you want, have people falling at your feet for your attention, being able to hire staff to follow ex-girlfriends … yep, sounds like a struggle. Let’s go.”
She got out of the car, thankful the cool rain helped to cool her nerves. Hoyte followed close behind. “How long are you going to hold that over my head?”
Rainy stopped and looked at him as rain pour over them. “I just don’t understand why you did it.”
“Is it really that hard to understand?” said Hoyte. His emerald eyes begged her to see what he was trying to say. She knew exactly why he had done it just as much as she knew that he didn’t want to say it out loud. “Rainy, I …”
“Just forget it,” said Rainy, not wanting him to finish his sentence. “I promise I won’t bring it up again.”

She turned and started forward, just has Hoyte grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. He leaned in and kissed her, and Rainy’s heart leapt as if it had found a piece of itself that had been missing.