String of Tears


 
 
 Table of Contents
 Cover
 Title Page
 About This Book
 Complimentary Download
 Chapter 1
 Chapter 2
 Chapter 3
 Chapter 4
 Chapter 5
 Chapter 6
 Chapter 7
 Chapter 8
 Chapter 9
 Chapter 10
 Chapter 11
 Chapter 12
 Chapter 13
 Chapter 14
 Chapter 15
 Chapter 16
 Chapter 17
 Chapter 18
 Chapter 19
 Chapter 20
 Chapter 21
 Chapter 22
 Chapter 23
 Chapter 24
 Chapter 25
 Chapter 26
 Chapter 27
 Sneak Peek from Inked Forever
 About Simon Says…
 Author’s Note
 Complimentary Download
 About the Author
 Copyright Page
 String of Tears
 A Psychic Visions Novel
 Dale Mayer
 About This Book
 Jewel wakes up in the hospital, with no memory of what happened to her or no reason why she was found on the highway—dead. As reawakening goes, this one is brutal, but even more confusing is her instinctive grasping for a missing necklace around her neck. Had she been robbed, beaten, and dumped? If so, why? She has few friends and even fewer family members left to care, but, unlike his name, Hurricane walks into her hospital room and becomes a safe harbor for a world gone nuts.
 Hurricane had been asked by Stefan to help Jewel and to take possession of a necklace, if it was deemed dangerous. Hurricane has seen a lot of dangerous and crazy things in his life, but Jewel’s current state is something new to him.
 As the dangerous storm heightens around them, Hurricane’s task—keeping Jewel safe, as she tries to regain her memories and her sanity—slips even further away …
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 Chapter 1
 
 Hurricane stepped out onto the deck of his Maine coastal home and watched as the Atlantic Ocean crashed over the beach. He loved it here; something about the storms electrified him. But then that was his specialty; it’s what he did. That he was a climatologist was something else again. He hadn’t fully utilized his education very much in the last ten years. He needed to help put out too many other electrical storms or energetic storms instead. And this last one had been a prime example—tarot cards that could kill. “What the hell?” he muttered. He shook his head.
 He lifted his face into the wind and let it pour over him. When he heard Stefan’s voice in the back of his head, he smiled. “That was a hell of a journey you sent me on.”
 But I knew you could handle it, he stated. Besides, you were already in New Orleans.
 “Yep, and I was hoping to spend a couple days there,” he muttered. “Not turn around and bolt.”
 You still can. I’m sure they would like to see you again.
 “That Skylar is pretty amazing,” he noted.
 You have no idea, Stefan muttered. The things she can do with the dead are something I’ve never seen before.
 “Okay, now you’ve got me fascinated.”
 I might have, he agreed, but we have another problem.
 “What the hell is that?” he asked, with an eye roll. “You know that I thought all this stuff would help, but instead it seems like the energy just keeps getting crazier and crazier.”
 You’re right. It does, and I’m not sure what’s going on with this one though.
 “In what way?”
 I think it concerns all your trips, collecting all these items and putting them in the museum.
 “Yeah. What are you getting at?”
 I have a jeweler, who has been putting a lot of emotions into the designs she makes, and, of course, that’s making her products very attractive.
 “That’s smart of her. So what about it?”
 She contacted me.
 “About what?”
 A string of pearls she’s trying to repair.
 “Uh-oh. Don’t tell me. Teardrops?”
 A whole string of them. Pearls are known to be the tears of the ocean.
 “Sure, and?”
 Every time she goes to repair this necklace, she gets visions of murders. One for every pearl.
 He sucked in his breath. “Good God, are you serious?”
 Yes, very serious, and I’ve done just enough surface digging to understand that an awful lot of energy is infused into these gems. The problem is, she seems to think that maybe whoever created this necklace had a matching bracelet, and he wasn’t quite done with the job.
 “Who is this person, the jeweler you’re talking to?”
 She lives in Maine, which is another reason for contacting you, since you’re right there. … Her name is Jewel.
 “Jewel. Jewel. Jewel. I don’t think I know anybody by that name.”
 No, but you’re likely to.
 “Why is that?”
 Because she just resurrected from the dead.
 *
 Jewel opened her eyes, the same panic choking her, as she bolted upright, swinging her arm against a bed rail. Machines beeped at her side, and a nurse came running.
 “You’re fine. You’re fine,” she reassured her, “and we’re more than happy to have you awake.”
 Jewel stared at the nurse in shock. “What happened?” she murmured.
 “We don’t know everything,” she began, “but basically you died and came back.”
 “I died?” Jewel asked in shock.
 The nurse smiled. “Yes, but it’s fine. You’ll be just fine.” The nurse stared at her