All Chapters of Third Eye P.I.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Randy and Karly sat at her computer chatting about whatever was up on Karly's screen. Swallowing back her sister's shocking revelation, Cassie approached them, trying to look all business. Randy looked up into her eyes, and she almost melted. The look he gave her oozed his usual casual sexiness, and it was all she could do to not pull him into his office to have her way with him. "What was that about?" Karly asked Daniel, who approached the small crowd ahead of Cassie."Nothing," Cassie explained. "I needed Daniel to fix a problem with my computer. Sorry about my sister. She tends to be a bit on the dramatic side."Randy chuckled. "It runs in the family, I think."Cassie shot him a death glare and then swung back to Karly. "Can we forget about my personal life and wrap up this case?""The money that went missing from the Slippery Pole has been located," Daniel said."I just don't get why Jason took it so far. Why carry out such a ridiculous plan?" Cassie said. "Greed ma

"I need to see Randy," Cassie said as she climbed into Karly's car. Daniel sat at the wheel. "Where's Karly?""I dropped her at the office. Someone needs to man the fort. Randy is meeting us at the station."They pulled into the parking lot of the police station and parked. Randy stood, leaning up against the police station, arms crossed, looking sexy as hell and totally badass. Cassie raced up to him and jumped into his arms, crashing her lips to his.She pulled away and gazed deep and appreciatingly into his eyes. "Thank God, you weren't arrested. I was so worried." Tears of relief streamed down her cheeks."It's okay," Randy whispered. "They didn't find shit. I've got this.""I know," Cassie sniffed. "I know it was me." She swallowed hard and looked down in shame. "I figured." He sighed, but then shrugged it off. "It doesn't change anything. They have no evidence. Trust me.""And what if they do find something? No. I can't do this, I can't live life constantly lookin

After finishing the final report for the Schmidt case and emailing it to the station, Cassie started to peruse the real estate websites, looking for a new home. It concerned her that she placed Eryn and Ben in the middle of her drama and knowing Dillon's brother was gunning for revenge forced her to seek out immediate accommodation. She'd be damned before leading one more psycho out to Eryn's farm.She loved her job, even though some days were insane. Mostly it was pretty low key or at least that's how it was before Dillon. His brother was every bit as sadistic, and he would come after her just as the 'wolf' had in her dream. She wasn't scared for herself, but she most definitely didn't want to put Eryn or Ben at risk. The door to her office opened and Daniel walked in. "Karly and I are locking up for the night. Randy gave us the next couple of days off, so we get a long weekend. I understand you made him do it." He eyed her suspiciously, wondering if she was up to something.Ca

Cassie shivered and rubbed her hands together for warmth as she scanned her surroundings. The full moon and clear night sky illuminated the forest by reflecting off the snow, making it the brightest a forest could get by starlight and brighter than any summer night. Evergreens and naked elm trees jutted out from an endless blanket of thick, soft, knee-deep snow that frosted her ass as she crouched behind a cedar bush. He stalked through the snow in relentless pursuit of his prey. She could sense his evil as though it floated on the breeze, but she didn't move, nothing did, and the quiet eeriness announced his approach. Suddenly, the silence exploded with the crunch of snow underfoot. Shrugging deeper into herself, she pulled her collar up over her mouth in an attempt to muzzle the plume of breath that threatened to reveal her location. The crunching grew louder as he stalked closer. He knew exactly where she hid. She knew he knew, but this was her dream, her power, her game, a

The feeling that they had stopped woke Cassie from her nap. Cracking her neck from side to side to eradicate the kinks, she eyed the scene before her in confusion and wondered if it were a dream. The neon flashing vacancy sign for the Starlight Motel advertised per hour rates at a place that was a windy day away from demolition. Two floors of weathered doors with cast iron railing along the length stood out against the peeling paint and ratty shingles. An all-night diner on one end illuminated the parking lot which was strangely full. Out of nowhere, a strung-out prostitute appeared and staggered towards them as she tried to look her sexiest. She smoothed her shaky hands through her unkempt, in need of a dye job, blonde-slash-dark brown hair, and then reached down and tugged at the hem of her tight, pink, short, skirt, stretching it to cover her cooter. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Cassie blurted, glaring at Randy.He grinned, shrugged, waived off the prostitute, and found