by Gail Koger
GENRE: Sci-fi Romance
CeeCee Tsosie is a Navajo Nation police officer and shaman with the ability to control the weather. She’ll admit arresting Jake Jones, a Coletti Warlord, for speeding was not one of her better decisions. But hey, the law was the law and the drop-dead gorgeous warlord pushed every one of her buttons. She might have been a tad over-zealous with her rainstorm and stun gun, but the Jackass had it coming.
An alien serial killer is stalking the Navajo Nation. The Coletti Empire is hunting a galactic fugitive. Turns out they need each other’s help to stop the shapeshifting predator. Can she work with the Jackass? Can Jake convince CeeCee she’s the one? Only time, and the spirits will tell.
The General placed his hand on my shoulder and poof. We appeared at the crime scene.
Officer Tom Yellowhorse’s face was ashen. His partner, Yas Begay, was puking in the bushes. One look at what was left of the woman and my stomach roiled. Bloody body parts were scattered over the sand. The metallic stench of blood mixed with the putrid smell of ruptured bowls. Hundreds of flies crawled over the remains.
Jake teleported in with my Father. “Fuck.”
“Jake, I want you to do your magic with the witness while Elder Tsosie and I talk with the officers. Document the crime scene CeeCee,” the General ordered.
“Yes, sir.” I watched Jake stride over to a woman in her fifties, who was sobbing hysterically, and with one touch, she stopped crying.
The air shimmered like a rainbow around the body. I opened my psychic senses. Damn. The woman’s soul was still here. Trying not to breathe too deeply, I walked over to the woman’s ghost. She had been a pretty blonde in her thirties. “Hi, my name is CeeCee. What’s yours?”
“Kathy.” She stared blankly at her mangled body. “Am I dead?”
People could be as emotional in death as in life. “Why don’t we move over to that tree and I’ll explain what happened. Is that okay?”
I ushered her behind the tree and flashed her the image of the Chupacabra. “Is that the creature that attacked you?”
Horror filled Kathy eyes. “It hurt. It hurt so bad.
“Sssh. You’re safe. It can’t harm you any longer.”
“Yes, I promise. Did you see where it came from?”
“It got out of an old, blue van. At first, I thought it was some guy in a costume. A shudder shook Kathy. “Then it attacked me.”
“Did you see the driver?”
“Yes. I think so. Everything’s kinda jumbled. I think it was an old Navajo woman. One minute she was there, then she wasn’t.” Anguish filled her eyes. “Why? Why did this happen to me?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s not fair.”
“No, it isn’t, but know this, I will hunt that monster down and kill it.”
“You have my word. Do you see a light?”
Kathy shook her head.
Some spirits who died violently needed help to cross over. Reaching out mentally, I connected with the esoteric plane and chanted, “Miraculin sepulcrum ibidem solus novum. Domum rotundam vivtorie construxit!”
An iridescent glow popped into existence.
“Your mother’s waiting for you.”
“She is? Where?”
“See the doorway?”
“Yes.” A big smile lit up Kathy’s face. “Mom.” She ran into the light.
I severed my link with the esoteric plane and frowned when I sensed Jake sneaking up on me. Had he seen the portal? Probably.
I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea of what a real emergency is. Take this for an example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am, but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone, I took up writing.
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