Chris Redding - Corpse Whisperer

The sense of urgency rushed through Grace. Her phone rang and she jumped out of her skin.

“Mark?”

“It’s me.”

“I know why Dolores wasn’t pregnant. She lost the baby tonight.”

“You weren’t on that call the first time?”

She leaned back onto her pillow. “No, I’ve been working days. Not swing shift.”

“Well, problem solved. How about that guy?”

“I don’t think he was the father of her baby.”

“So that means?”

“That this weird attraction I have for him is okay. Though I may piss off my landlord.”

“Not good, Gracie. Tread lightly. Don’t you still have to solve this murder to be?”

“Yes. And it’s only two days away. I’m not sure where to go next.”

“Right to the source. Ask this lady who the father of her baby was.”

“It’s not something you can bring up in polite conversation. ‘Nice weather, By the way, who knocked you up?’”

Mark laughed. “Lady you are not subtle.”

“That’s why you love me.”

Silence. A heavy one.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Mark? That sounded serious.”

“Gracie, I do love you.”

A cold hand squeezed her spine. “Like a friend?”

“No, Gracie. I really love you.”

“Oh, Mark. I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

He snorted. “Guess you don’t feel that way about me.”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. It isn’t like you. Look I gotta go.”

The dial tone danced in her ear.

Mark had given her something she didn’t want to think about.

Zach met Grace in the hallway outside Dolores’ hospital room. Her hair was pulled back and a purple stethoscope hung around her neck. She’d dressed in her dark blue paramedic uniform with patches proclaiming she worked for Centre Community Hospital. With only one button unbuttoned the blouse didn’t show much, but Zach could imagine.

There was something about a woman in uniform.

He shook himself. He should be worried about Dolores.

Grace looked like a woman on a mission. “Where are you headed?”

“To see the father of Dolores’ baby.”

He grabbed her arm. She was getting in over her head. She had no idea. Neither did he for that matter. “Don’t do anything foolish.”

Her eyes clouded over and her face went pale. “Grace?”

“Let go,” she rasped out.

“You’ll fall.” He dragged her to a chair in the hallway. “Sit.”

She did and he relinquished his hold on her. The color rushed back to her face. She blinked. “Thanks.”

“You not eat or something?”

She put up her hands. “I ate. Just don’t touch me.”

He cocked his head at her. “Whatever.” He wasn’t sure he could keep that promise as her peach perfume tap danced into his nostrils. What was it about this woman? His attraction to her was irrational. At the very least, odd. “Now, where are you headed?”

“After work, I’m going to see the father of Dolores’ baby.”

“Who is?”

She shook her head. “That’s for her to tell you.”

Zach rammed a hand through his hair. He wanted to shake her. She could be so stubborn. Didn’t she realize she was tilting at windHills? There would be no murder. “Grace, don’t be obtuse. Where are you going?”

She stood, avoiding his touch, her body angling away from him. “Back to the ER. Back to work.”

Her smile couldn’t have been more forced. He swiped at her, but she jumped out of his reach.

“Grace. Is this about that supposed murder you’re predicting?”

Her gaze raced up and down the hallway. “Shh. I don’t know what you are talking about.”

By now she was at the elevators and as if she’d asked for it, the doors opened. She disappeared into the car.

Dolores was sitting up, but not smiling when Zach entered the room. Her face looked drawn and pale. No one occupied the other bed in the room. Despite this a curtain separated Dolores from the empty bed.

“Hey,” he said, putting a vase of flowers on the window sill. “You feel better?”

“Yes, I do. I owe you and Grace a lot for finding me.”

He stood with his hands in his pockets. “Uh, I’m sorry about the baby.”

She nodded. “I am a little, too. I thought it would be a new beginning for me.”

“Maybe it still can be.”

“How about for us?” she asked.

Zach shook his head. He hadn’t been this sure in a long time. “No. There is no future for us.” He couldn’t take the lying anymore. There had to be more to love than heartache, but he wasn’t ready to find it. Nor was Dolores the woman with whom he’d discover the possibilities.

She frowned. “You run into Grace?”

“Yes.”

“She tell you the news?”

Zach settled into the chair by the bed. Extending his long legs, he crossed his ankles. He wanted some answers. “She wouldn’t tell me who the father was. I already knew the baby wasn’t mine. You were too far along. Did you seduce me on purpose?”

She sucked her lip into her mouth. “Yes and no. I didn’t plan it, but when the opportunity arose I grabbed it.”

How flippant she could be with others lives. Why hadn’t he noticed? “It’s the end of the line, Lors. I’m done.” He shook his head. “Too many lies.”

He wasn’t angry anymore. He was at peace with his decision.

“I know.” Her gaze went out the window. “Will you still be my friend?”

“I’ll have to think about that. We do have a lot of history together to throw by the wayside.”

She looked back at him, a plea in her eyes. “Think hard Zach.”

She sighed.

He frowned.

The silence materialized like fog between them. The mist obscured the woman he’d once loved. One he wouldn’t love again. She’d fractured his heart. Laid waste to it as if he’d been a fly. He deserved better than that. Honesty was too important to him.

“What did you and Grace talk about?”

Dolores waved a hand. “She thinks I’m in danger.”

A nod moved his head. “So she did tell you.”

Her brow knit. “You believe her?”

He chuckled. His gaze traveled out the window. Grace had him off-kilter. “I’m not sure what to be believe with her. I don’t see any reason why someone would want you dead.”

“Dead? She didn’t say that.”

Zach could have smacked his own forehead. He figured Grace had spilled all her beans. Well as much as Grace lets out. “I assumed.”

“She thinks I’m going to be killed? That’s crazy.”

“That’s what I think, too.”

As if in the depths of deja vu, Grace knew what her calls were for that next day. She even got to do a better job the second time and save them all.

“You’re on a roll today,” her partner of the day said as they left the hospital.

“Just a good day all around.” A shrug moved her shoulders.

Grace strolled towards the parking lot when she noticed a tall man leaning on her car. She groaned. Despite her positive day, she was exhausted. She didn’t want to tangle with Zach.

“What, ex-boyfriend?”

“No, you have a good couple of days. I’m not working the next two.”

“Lucky stiff.”

Her partner waved at her and went in another direction. She braced for the storm that was brewing on Zach’s face. Didn’t he get that she had no choice. Her gift had been given to her for a reason. She was compelled to help murder victims.

When her powers were gone she’d gladly not help people anymore. Except in her job as a paramedic.

“You’re scratching my paint,” she said.

Zach pushed away from her car, but didn’t uncross his arms. Nor did he seem phased by her accusations. “You’re not going to see him.”