Page 67 of Girl Between (Dana Gray FBI Mystery Thriller #5)

Dana opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

She began to shake. Her vision went spotty. Then the world tilted violently. The ground was rushing up to meet her, but she didn’t make it that far.

Rough hands caught her, hauling her back to her feet.

George was there. Jake, too.

She hung between them, legs moving like an unstrung marionette as they shouldered her weight, guiding her out of the graveyard, the way they’d come.

It was like being in a strange dream where everything moved in reverse. Part slow motion. Part warp speed.

One second, she was staring at Claire’s bludgeoned body, then she was backtracking through a maze of tombs, until she arrived back at the cemetery gates. Silent police cars stood watch. Someone in a dark blue uniform stepped forward.

A paramedic?

Why was he talking to her? Dana didn’t need help. There was a body back at the grave site. That’s who the paramedics should be helping. Though deep down, Dana knew it was far too late for that.

The mutilated face that looked so much like Claire’s danced in Dana’s mind again. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the queasiness that seized her.

Jake and George grumbled in unison, pushing past the paramedic’s offered assistance.

Dana was being wrapped in a thick, gray blanket, then bundled into the backseat of a car. The door slammed shut, and for a moment, the world went still, silent. She shut her eyes and told herself not to open them again. Not until whatever hallucination this was passed.