A Dream to Die For by Susan Z. Ritz
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.2 Mb
A Dream to Die : In Riverton Falls, a small New England town, globe-trotting bartender Celeste Fortune stands in her kitchen puzzling over last night’s frightening dream—a woman at a window, lilacs blowing in the breeze, someone’s hands tight around her neck. Celeste is sure the dream belongs to someone else. Perhaps she has finally broken through to the collective dreams of Dreamland cult. Hoping her therapist and cult leader will help her untangle it, she heads off into the cold November morning to her final appointment with him—or so she hopes. Her estranged fiancé has delivered an ultimatum: Leave the cult of Dreamers, or end their relationship for good. Instead of help, however, Celeste discovers her therapist dying in a pool of blood, skull stove in by his own healing crystal. His computer, containing the intimate dreams and secrets of half the town, is gone. Suspicion immediately falls on Celeste, known to be a rebellious member of his cult. To clear her name, Celeste enlists the help of her old friend, Gloria. But when the two women discover the power of the stolen dreams, they unwittingly become the killer’s next target.
“So, ya didn’t do your homework, did ya?” Larry leaned back in his chair. The buttons on his flowered Hawaiian shirt strained over his big belly. “What’s your problem? You’re looking a little uneasy today, nervous. Letting your shame take over? Again?”
Celeste looked down at her lap, struggling to hold on to her determination as Larry described exactly the feelings that had swallowed her a few hours earlier. How did he know she’d woken up feeling like she’d done something she needed to hide?
“You’re letting the Demon Mind swamp you even after all the work we’ve done together. Don’t you understand you’re paralyzed with fear—that you’re getting older, that your life is getting smaller and more meaningless by the day? Instead of reaching inside, like I’ve told you and told you, you’re just letting it happen. And I thought we were actually getting somewhere with you.”
She tried to push her hurt feelings back down where they belonged, angry at herself for the tears gathering along her lower eyelids.
“There’s some tissues on the table if ya need ’em.” Celeste shook her head no, stifling her little snuffling whimpers, and screwed up her resolve. She would not let Larry make her cry today. He would not bully her into anything ever again.”