Page 16 of Forever Found

“Don’t you drink coffee?”

“Sure, but this is just as good in a pinch. I don’t have to make it or wait for it to brew, so it gets into my system sooner.

“Here, I set it up as a slideshow. It will flip through every shot I took.” She sat back, folded her arms over her chest, and let the images fill the screen.

David leaned forward. He had to admit she was a good sport about this. It didn’t change the fact that a photo of him in his true form had been posted, but now he’d addressed it with her, he could have it taken down.

She had captured some good shots of his house and grounds—some close-ups of the birds and one of a tree with almost-bare branches had the sun peeking behind them in a sparkle of light. Then there were the ones of the bonfire with him and Val lighting the tinder. And finally, the one with that crazy demon frozen at the end of the show.

“I have a few questions that need answering, too,” she said. “You know, you’re not very photogenic.”

“Thanks a lot,” he said sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re blurry in every shot. But I’m a professional. I don’t make many mistakes with my camera, not like that.” She paused, angling her head at the computer screen. He said nothing. “Why do you think that is? Do you have some voodoo mojo going on?” Then she tapped the cursor to one of the final, clear images of him. “Or could it have something to do with those wings?”

He swallowed. “I’m not here to talk about me. I only want to know how that picture got online and that it won’t happen again.”

“Oh, that’s all?”

“Yes.”

She quirked a brow. “Don’t angels get in trouble for lying or something?”

He scooted his chair away from her. “You’re talking crazy.”

She shook her head. “Ever since I was a child and survived a near-death experience, I’ve had a special gift. I see true things in pictures. Things other people don’t see. Like angel wings that may not show up to the regular human eyes.”

“You’ve always had this?”

“As long as I can remember.”

Perhaps that was why she had come to Terror—her bit of supernatural talent.

“Regardless, you took the pictures, and now they’re on the web. What am I supposed to think about that?”

“That someone else also took pictures.”

He held his phone alongside the computer screen. “You tell me. It looks like the same shot.”

She leaned in, glancing between the two images. “I admit, it does. I only know I didn’t put it there.”

“What about Justin? Do you think he did it?”

Her brow furrowed. “No. Why would he?”

“Beats me.”

“I can only say I had a tough time sleeping last night, even though I was exhausted. I just had this creepy feeling all night long, like someone was watching me.”

David finished the last of his water. “In this town, you never know what’s waiting around the next corner. We have more than our share of uncommon citizens. The creepy vibes may have been from that.”

“I don’t know,” she said. “So far, I’ve liked everyone I’ve met.”

He nodded. Judging from her smile, she was a good person: warm, friendly, helpful—the kind of person worth giving his life for all those years ago.

Lyndsey looked at him straight in the eye. “Tell me more about what’s going on here.”

David scanned the kitchen, trying to decide what and how much to share with her. “I need to be completely honest with you. We’ve met before.”