turned. His jaw hardened. "You!"
don't be angry,Ē Autumn said. ďI have to speak to you. I know you
don't want to talk to me. I know how painful just thinking about
Molly must be, but you have to listen."
people walked up and stood next them, waiting for the light to
change. Ben took one look at them, gripped her arm and hauled her
back against the wall of a nearby building.
hell do you want? Money? Do you think you've found some way to
extort me for cash? Because it isn't going to work."
want your money! I just want you to listen to me!"
He took a
steadying breath, let it out slowly. The set of his jaw said he was
fighting for control. "You've got three minutes."
spun, frantic to think where to begin. "I've been having this
dream. It isn't a regular dream, not like the kind we all have
every night. This is different, so real it's as if it's actually
happening. And itís the same dream every night."
bullshit. Lots of people have dreams."
just any dream. This is a dream about Molly." Even in the faint
yellow light shining down from the streetlamp she could see his face
on, afraid he would just walk away. "Of course, I didn't know who
she was as first. In my dream, I saw this little girl get into a
car with a man she didn't know and I was afraid for her. I thought
this was something that hadn't happened yet but was about to and
maybe I could find out who the little girl was and somehow prevent
his watch. "You're time is up, lady. I'm leaving and if you try to
talk to me again, I'll have you arrested for stalking."
welled in her eyes. "You don't understand. I think Molly is still
alive. Please...won't you at least hear me out?"
But Ben was
already walking, his broad shoulders slumped forward, perhaps
against the breeze but Autumn thought it was the weight of his
terrible memories, his awful grief for his daughter.
she had to reach him. Ben McKenzie was Molly's father and Autumn
believed he was the key that had set the dreams in motion. With his
help, maybe they could find her.
the tears from her cheeks, hating herself for crying. Dammit, why
wouldn't he at least give her a chance?
But in her
heart, Autumn understood. She knew that every time she brought up
Molly's name, the old pain surfaced.
some kind of proof.
something that would convince Ben McKenzie there was at least a
chance the little girl he loved was still alive.