Sierra Woods - The Resurrectionist

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This resurrectionist needs his protection!Dani is tough…even the grave couldn’t keep her down. Ever since mysterious beings brought her back from her tragic murder, she’s been using her newfound powers to restore justice. It’s dangerous work and backup doesn’t hurt – especially when it’s from hunky cop Sam Lopez.There’s only one catch: after what her ex-husband did, Dani can never trust another man. She’ll just have to keep ignoring the heat sizzling between them. But as a great evil begins to rise, Dani and Sam must get closer than they’ve ever been before.

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My hands nearly glowed with golden light, and I began to sweat. Damn. I hate being right sometimes. “Filberto?” I asked. Fear and shame oozed out of this thin young man. In his early twenties, he still carried that uncoordinated stance of a teenager who hadn’t quite found his place in the world. Filberto was going to find his place in the world, and it wasn’t going to be to his liking.

The hairs on my arms stood up, and my evil-ometer went nuts. This was the guy. I knew it. Looking into his eyes, I knew that he knew that I knew it, too. He stepped back, scared shitless of me. My eyes must have been going wild again. I’d have to work on that.

“Get away from me.” He backed up. I stepped forward.

“What did you do?” I didn’t want to touch him and see every blasted detail of it in my mind. I wanted him to confess to these people. Making him tell of his crimes was so much more powerful on the universal scale. It wouldn’t balance the scale, but at least it would help add a stone or two to the side of justice. There needs to be equal parts of good to counter the evil in the world.

Gasps and screams filled the air and broke the circle apart. Juanita wailed the way only a wounded mother could, and the sound set my nerves on edge. I had made that sound once. But now I couldn’t let it or my memory interfere with what was going on in front of me. Filberto continued to back up until he stepped against a large cottonwood tree. “Get away from me. Witch!” he cried and held out his hands. Pfft. As if that was gonna stop me.

I stepped into his personal space, and we both began to glow. From my feet all the way to the top of my head, I was encased in a golden light. It was both healing and protective. Filberto, however, glowed sort of a dark green. Bad news for him. So maybe I’m seeing auras after all.

He broke into a run. Shit. That meant I had to chase him. I hate running in boots. Fortunately, all of the yards in Albuquerque have some sort of fencing. To keep things in or out, I was never sure. So I had to chase him only a few feet and caught him as he was trying to climb over the fence using the trumpet vine like a ladder.

I grabbed him by the back of his jeans and yanked. He came flying, and we landed in a heap. Screams and hysterical Spanish, most of which I didn’t want to have interpreted, landed on us as the family descended. Filberto was ripped out of my hands, and I was left in a heap all by myself. That’s sort of hard to do, so I got up and went after them.

I had to stop them before they killed him. We needed information, not another murder. That wouldn’t be justice for Roberto, and it wouldn’t balance the scale, giving evil more weight. The Dark’s been growing enough from what the other-siders have said. “No! Wait.” I squeezed through the mob and landed on my knees. Crawling forward, I maneuvered myself closer and stood again. How could I stop this before they killed the only person who knew what had happened to Roberto? I could shoot my gun into the air, but in this part of town it probably wouldn’t get any attention.

Fortunately, my years of martial arts had given me some muscle, and I used it now. Elbowing my way through, I nearly fell on top of Julio, who was pummeling his fists into Filberto’s face. The men of the family, some of whom were certainly armed, stood in a protective half circle around the two and let Julio wail on Filberto.

“Stop it!” It was like talking to a couple of pit bulls who had their teeth into each other. I tackled Julio. What else could I do? We fell to the ground, and Julio pulled back with an elbow that landed in my chest. That was gonna hurt later. “If you kill him, we’ll never know where Roberto is.” I didn’t say I thought Roberto was already dead and we needed to recover the body, if possible, for a resurrection and life-swap.

Julio stood abruptly, then I realized he had help. Sam had yanked him to his feet and shoved him into the arms of his cousins. “Hold him.” He pointed to two of the larger men. Without question, they complied and held on to Julio. Now, why don’t men react like that to my direction? That’s just disgusting. Machismo at its finest.

I grabbed hold of Filberto’s shirt, yanking him to a sitting position. He was bloody, and his eyes were swelling shut. Most of his wounds appeared superficial, like a fat lip that bled as if he’d bitten through it, but who knew about what was going on in his brain. He could have damage I couldn’t sense.

“Don’t touch me,” he cried and put his hands up like a girl.

“Oh, please, give it up. You’re caught, so just can the innocent routine.” I hated touching him, even by the shirt, but had to.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Sam, who glowed with his own sort of angry-red aura.

“I followed you.” Sam moved closer to me. “You were supposed to call me if something came up.”

“Had a late case come in.”

“What did you do to my son?” Julio cried and strained against the arms of his cousins. Though he wasn’t the biggest man in the yard, he was fueled by the need for vengeance and to tear something apart. That’s different from the need for justice, which is where I came in.

“Where’s my son?” Juanita collapsed on the ground at his feet, sobbing. The night was alive with cries.

“Yeah, Filberto. What did you do to Roberto?”

Chapter 3

Filberto swayed back and forth. Sam and I had to hold him upright. He might be more hurt than I first thought. Although I had not been gifted with X-ray vision, I was a nurse, so I could keep his ass alive long enough to get some information out of him. He wasn’t really hurt. Not hurt like Roberto. I shook him. “Where’s Roberto?”

“Gone.”

In that word, I knew everything. Just once I’d like to be disappointed and have a happy ending, but that’s apparently not my karma this time around. “Dammit.” Focusing, I heaved out a sigh, then took a deep breath and steeled myself against the pain that was going to saturate me the second I touched his skin. I placed the heel of my hand on Filberto’s forehead and let my fingers fall over the top of his head. This was the only way I knew to access another person’s memories. It hurt me to do this. Physically, emotionally and spiritually I would suffer for days, trying to get the stench of someone else’s mind out of mine, but I had to do it. For this family to recover their loved one, I had to do it.

After a glance at Sam to link myself in the present, I closed my eyes and let it wash over me.

Flashes of light hit me first. Then I sort of saw a slow-motion movie playing, and I was the only one watching it. Filberto had picked up Roberto at the school. They got into a car and drove away. Filberto sweating and cursing himself all the way as memories of his own molestations filled him. So many years, so many hidden secrets and lies had finally bubbled up out of him. He couldn’t help it, or that’s what he told himself, as he choked the life out of Roberto’s little body and tucked it away at the edge of a rock outcropping. Then he raced away and returned to Albuquerque before he was missed.

Pulling myself out of the memory, I gritted my teeth against the impulse to pick up where Julio had left off. My stomach cramped, and I wanted to vomit.

“I know where he is.” I removed my hand from Filberto’s forehead, then wiped my palm on my jeans. They were going in the washer as soon as I got home.

“He’s alive?” Julio asked, the fragile hope in his voice staggering.

“I’m sorry, Julio.” I hated this part, but it had to be done swiftly if there was to be a chance of recovery. “No. His body is out in the lava fields between Laguna and Grants.” There was little hope of us finding his remains, but we could try. Many people had been lost out there and never recovered despite massive search operations. How was little ol’ me going to find him? Help?

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