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  The Eyes Tell No Lies

  Truth Beneath the Lies Series

  Book One

  by Marquaylla Lorette

  © Copyright July 2013 JK Publishing, Inc.

  All cover art and logo © Copyright July 2013 by JK Publishing, Inc.

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  Edited by Caroline Kirby

  Artwork by JK Publishing, Inc.

  Published by JK Publishing, Inc.

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  Dedication

  I would like to dedicate this to my sister, Reiana. Others dream of having a wonderful sister/best friend like you, but they can't have you...you’re mine.

  And to all my readers old and new, I hope you enjoy.

  A special dedication to Jessica Anderson who has stayed up listening to me when I needed an ear throughout this book and others. She has also lost sleep between dealing with my overactive mind and her own books. Thanks, Jess, for taking the time to go over my book when I needed you and for also being a friend and beta reader all wrapped into one…

  A special thanks to Shelby Lynn as well and to the rest of my JK Publishing family….

  To Caroline, thanks for answering my wacky questions or soothing my crazy mind when needed. And also for being an awesome editor as well...

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

  Grace’s heart pounded loudly, the beat reaching her ears as she ran through the forest, drowning out everything else around her for a second. She felt so stupid, she had always promised herself she wouldn’t be like one of those girls on television or in the movies. The one who got caught or killed by the suspect they were going after. Grace could hear him getting closer to her as she ran deeper into the woods.

  She knew she should have told her twin brother, Christoph, who was also a police officer, she had a suspect in mind, but she didn’t want to believe who the suspect was so she said nothing. Now here she was running from said suspect as he taunted her.

  “Come here, Gracie, I just want to talk to you, you know I will never hurt you like the others. We are family,” the Daytime killer called out to her in a singsong voice.

  He must be stupid if he thinks using my nickname is going to make me stop running so his crazy ass could kill me, Grace thought as she kept running; she knew he was lying and wouldn’t let her go if he caught her so she kept running.

  Grace couldn’t believe what was happening. All she wanted to do was help the police figure out the identity of The Daytime Serial Killer. The police chief of Newberryville, CA, came up with the name since the killer kidnapped his victims in broad daylight. He then tortured them for four days and three nights before killing them and dumping their body in an open field where there was a lot of foot traffic. His victims ranged in age from twenty-five through thirty, all with either blonde hair, blue eyes or black hair with brown eyes.

  I will not trip over anything and I will get out of here in enough time, Grace thought as she jumped over a log in front of her.

  The trees all became a blur as she ran through them. Her face was now numb from all the branches she had run into. She knew her face must be scratched up, but she didn’t care about that right now. All that was on her mind was getting to the road before he caught her.

  Fuck! I am just a journalist, what am I doing out here? My hard head really got me into trouble this time, Grace thought as she remembered what her ancestors told her earlier. She was now pissed she didn’t listen.

  Grace was just a journalist who used her Cherokee powers to help the police force solve life-threatening cases they couldn’t on their own. Just before she left tonight, her ancestors came to her and warned her of the dangers that laid ahead if she didn’t take her brother with her.

  Grace could hear the sound of cars passing by at a rapid speed and knew she was almost to the open highway. She breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed the clearing to the highway.

  Just a couple more steps and I am there, Grace thought just before she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and everything around her went black.

  Chapter One

  Arie laid on the hospital bed in the recovery room, her mind foggy from all the medicine she had received during her cornea transplant. Her thoughts drifted back to the incident that happened thirteen years ago at the tender age of eleven, causing her to go blind.

  Arie was in her room with the door closed, huddled with her back to the bed, squeezing her teddy bear tight trying to stay as quiet as possible. She hated when her father had to leave the house for a meeting for work and it was just her and her mother alone in their home because her mother would find a reason to strike her or torment her.

  She waited in her room until she heard the phone ring and snuck into the bathroom across the hall. Arie knew she had to hurry and be as quiet as she could before her mother was finished with the call.

  So she slowly opened her door and tiptoed down the hall, watching for her mother the whole way there. She silently crept into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to where it would only drip at a rapid pace. Arie placed one hand on the counter, opened the medicine cabinet, stood on her tippy toes, and reached for the cup in the cabinet.

  Her mother came in as she was sipping on the water and became furious in an instance. “Didn’t I tell you not to leave the room no matter what?!” her mother yelled out as she raised her hand and struck her.

  Arie was used to this by now after countless years of abuse, and didn’t even flinch.

  Arie’s mother, Georgina, slammed the medicine cabinet with so much force the glass broke, and some shards from the mirror landed in Arie’s eyes. She immediately started to scream as the pain intensified and her vision went blurry. She felt as though someone was poking her in the eye over and over again with a sharp object as the shards of glass scraped against her eyeball and eyelids. The pain intensified whenever she blinked her eyes. All she could see was the shadowy figure of her mother looking down at her not moving a muscle to help.

  A smirk formed on her mother’s face as she watched Arie writhe in pain. Georgina didn’t know why she was jealous of her daughter and hated her. It w
as like the feelings were deep-rooted into her soul or maybe it was because when she looked at her daughter, all she saw was what she couldn’t be. Sometimes she thought it was because Arie had her father wrapped around her finger and neither of them paid much attention to her. Neither of those reasons were enough for her to treat her daughter as she did, but she couldn’t help it, she got great pleasure from seeing her daughter hurt. Causing her to think maybe her brother was right when he said their family was pure evil and got great pleasure from enforcing their power over anyone while causing them great pain no matter who the person was—especially her daughter.

  A part of Georgina wanted to help her daughter but something inside of her stopped her from bending down and helping her. She looked down as her daughter moaned quietly and her body twitched a little bit. Wondering if she was in enough pain to finally start listening to her.

  Arie passed out moments later but not before one more scream escaped her tiny lips as her father walked into the house and called her name.

  Fear took over her father as he rushed up the stairs with his gun drawn; he couldn’t help but think his past was finally catching up to him. He didn’t know what he was going to do if Arie was harmed because of him. His heart raced and sweat pooled on his forehead as his hands shook a little. It was hard for him knowing his daughter was in pain and it may be his fault. At first his heart calmed to its normal beat when he saw it was just his wife, but that was before he took in the whole scene before him. He could see his wife standing over his angel just looking down at her as blood cascaded down her face from her eyes as though they were tears. A million thoughts rushed through his head as he pushed his wife out of the way and picked up his daughter. As he cradled Arie in his arms the one thought he kept coming back to was that he had failed his daughter in some way. He couldn’t help the thought, even though he knew it wasn’t his fault, the fact still remained that he didn’t protect her.

  “What happened?” he turned to his wife and asked in a harsh voice as he descended the stairs since he couldn’t understand how this had happened under his care.

  “I don’t know, I was on the phone when I heard a scream. I rushed into the bathroom and found her like this. I am guessing she shut the cabinet too hard or maybe the cabinet broke apart,” she said calmly as they climbed into the car.

  Arie’s father had no intention of calling for and waiting for an ambulance when he could get her to the hospital quicker. When he looked down at his unconscious daughter in his arms, he just wanted to wrap her up in a bubble and never let her out. He was going to do whatever it took to protect her from the world and far more. His mind snapped back to reality when Georgina came to a screeching halt in front of the emergency room. He rushed his daughter into the emergency room and put up a fight until the doctors finally relented and allowed him to come back with them after making him promise to stay back and let them do their job.

  Two hours later Arie woke in a hospital with something covering her eyes. She was startled by a voice when she tried to touch the bandages.

  “No, don’t touch. You can harm your eyes even more, they are sensitive right now,” a deep male voice said.

  When Arie tried to ask the man a question, she began to dry heave from the combination of her nervousness and empty stomach combined. The dry heaves caused her mouth to become dry and sore.

  “No, sweetie, don’t try to talk until I give you some water,” the same voice stated.

  She drank in tiny sips as the doctor suggested until the cup was empty. Her mind went blank as the doctor started talking about her blindness. From what she understood, her mother told the police and CPS, Child's Protective Services, that she was on the phone at the time of the accident and ran up the stairs when she heard Arie’s terrifying screams.

  Arie’s cornea was damaged by the glass causing her vision to become extremely blurry, where she could only see blurry outlines of people most of the time while in other rare moments all she saw was either darkness or clear images of people. It was hard adapting to life without her eyes at first, until her other senses kicked in stronger. Arie also had to learn how to read and write all over again. Experiencing this made Arie appreciate everything she had even more.

  Two weeks later Arie was allowed to go home from the hospital with several instructions and after therapy sessions with an eye specialist. The first thing she heard when she walked through the door of her home was a chorus of ‘Welcome Home’. She didn’t feel up to it so she extended her cane out in front of her. While she was still standing at the front door, she knew the stairs were straight in front of her so she moved her cane from side to side and counted the steps it took from the front door to the stairs like her therapist suggested in one of their sessions. She hoped everyone would move out of her way.

  Her cane hit the steps after ten steps then she reached out in front of her and felt for the rail until she could find it. Arie could feel everyone staring at her in silence as she began to climb the stairs alone.

  Revisiting her past was too much for Arie; she fell into a deep sleep as soon as her mind drifted back to reality.

  ****

  Arie hated depending on other people, especially strangers but knew she had to since her parents died almost a year ago. She had to have a nurse come in to help with certain activities she couldn’t do on her own and to cook her meals. So she decided to put herself on the cornea donor list a couple months after her parents’ death. Since she was all alone now, Dr. Johnson, the same doctor who treated her thirteen years ago, had arranged for Arie to be able to stay at the hospital for two weeks before being released.

  Thinking about her parents' death had her mind slowly drifting back to that fateful day when her life changed drastically.

  Arie was sitting as still as she could on the couch in the living room as Kylee painted her toenails. She lived for these moments when her parents were away on their two week vacation together and her best friend, Kylee, was over spending time with her. It was refreshing for her to be away from her malevolent, judgmental mother. She couldn’t understand it; she had went far beyond what her mother thought she would and graduated. Yet her mother talked down to her—she just didn’t understand it.

  “I’m done,” Kylee said to Arie as she tapped her legs to let her know she was finished just in case she didn’t hear her.

  The doorbell rang just as Arie’s feet hit the floor.

  “Don’t worry about it, Arie, I got it,” Kylee said as she got up and headed toward the door.

  ****

  Cris could still smell the charred flesh of the victims in the hit and run as he pulled up to the victims’ home. It had been one of the worst scenes of an accident he had responded to in a while. Not only was the victims’ car smashed, their bodies were on fire by the time the rescue squad had gotten to the scene. The accident had been over a week ago and they were just now identifying the bodies through their dental records. This was the worst part of his job; he hated notifying the victims’ family and so did his partner.

  “It’s your turn, Cris, I can’t do it,” his partner, Derrick, turned to him and said when he turned off the car.

  “Nah, we are going to have to shoot this one out,” Cris said. When Cris nor Derrick felt as though they could break the news to the victims’ family, they usually played rock-paper-scissors. Some might say it was childish and insensitive, but it worked for them. It was just that every time they made one of these calls it took an emotional toll on them and it sometimes affected their work and home life.

  “Fuck!” Cris said as he climbed out of his car, made his way up the walkway, and up the four stairs on the porch after he lost all three hands to Derrick.

  He took in a deep breath and cleared everything from his mind before ringing the doorbell. Confusion clouded his mind when the door opened and no one was standing there until he looked down when he heard a voice shout up to him.

  “How can I help you, Detective?” Kylee asked when she realized he didn’t see her at
first.

  “Hi, I am Detective Crow and I am looking for an Arie De—” Kylee interrupted him, “She’s right over there, but I have to warn—” Kylee was cut off when Arie shushed her and walked to the door.

  “Kylee, I am blind not deaf, I can hear what the Detective has to say,” Arie said as she held her hand out for the detective to shake.

  Cris was in shock, the woman standing before him was a sight to behold. The first thing that caught his attention was her lips, they made his eyes instantly gravitate to them. Her light brown eyes with green flecks were clouded with something, but the sparkle they held in them overshadowed the cloudiness to him. Just looking at her set his body on fire, which almost made him forget why he was there. He finally snapped out of his thoughts when Kylee cleared her throat and pointed toward Arie’s extended hand. A light electric shock ran through his body and set it ablaze when his hand touched hers. He could tell she felt it too by the shocked expression on her face and the way she quickly snatched her hand away from him.