Destiny of the Divas Excerpt from Chapter 8
  Detective Moss sat there with his mouth wide open as he watched her feminine body disappear before his eyes. Dana stood to his left and while she was invisible, she moved over to his right. The detective’s eyes never moved from where she was previously.

“I take it you can’t see me, detective,” Dana asserted and then continued. “Come to me microphone,” she instructed her microphone, as it lowered from the ceiling area and into her waiting hand. When it touches her hand Dana’s body reappeared in front of him.

“How the hell will I ever be able to write this into my report?” He asked, but remained stunned by what he just bore witness to.

“You won’t be, detective,” Danielle admitted. “Any knowledge you have of us will be erased not only from your memory, but also from everyone else who will be involved while we’re out at the house, including Janine."

“May I ask why?”

“First of all they would put you away for being insane, for fabricating such a weird story that no one in their right mind could ever believe. Do you have any other questions?”

“Now that I’ve seen the impossible, Danielle, it would be inconceivable you’re lying about anything else. I’m forced to believe all that you’ve told me, but my brains have yet to accept them.”

“Good! We’ll now wait until dark. Then DD will take us one at a time to a safe distance from the farmhouse, and that place will be right behind the barn.”

“When you told me about the plan, Danielle, you mentioned I should have a back-up team ready to move in on my command only, right?”

“What other way are you going to get them all in jail, detective, and Janine to someplace safe where she can see her parents again?”

“Now all I have to do is figure out what I’m going to say to get that back-up team in motion without going into details.”

“I’ll let you figure that one out. You’re the Detective around here, Danielle replied with a slight chuckle. “Okay, then, does everyone know what they are supposed to do?”

Where everyone was in agreement, the detective asked, “Am I supposed to just sit here and wait until it’s time to leave?”

“Well if you don’t, detective, you’ll have your memory erased about us. There’s too much at stake to lose the chance of getting Janine home safe. If any of this information leaked out, in any way, and excuse my expression, but some hot shot cop decided to storm that house, the three people inside have nothing to lose by killing the girl. We are not in this for the glory, nor any kind of a reward, detective, so our main concern is for that girl to get home safe with her parents and sister,” Danielle informed him, and the look on her face proved that she was not fooling around.

“Okay, Danielle, I get the idea. I’ll work on getting that back-up.”

“Remember one thing, Detective, Dana can read your mind, so play by the rules. And also remember that your backup is not to move until they’ve been called for by you. You won’t do that until the girl is safe and you have the three suspects handcuffed, tied, or both.”

“Where will you be?”

“When you call for your men, we’ll all be gone and your memory of us will be nil.”

When eight o’clock rolled around, Danielle felt that it was time for them to make their move. Darkness had already set in and the girls had what they needed to accomplish the task that lay ahead of them.

“I’ll go first and send DD back for you, detective,” Danielle said as she set DD on the floor. “Rise, DD,” she said and her guitar rose from the floor and flipped over. She straddled the guitar as the detective watched in awe. “Take me to the farmhouse where we were at last night, DD,” Danielle instructed her guitar and it lifted up and over the rail. In a flash both she and the guitar were out of sight.

“I don’t believe what I just saw your friend do,” the detective admitted.

“Well you better, because you’re going to be the next one to fly out on her. I sure hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

“I’m not, really, but this goes far above anything I’ve ever done. My idea of flying is done inside a plane, not on top of a guitar. Oh my God! I don’t believe I just said that.”

Dana chuckled along with the detective. She knew that before long they’d all need to be serious about what they were doing at the farmhouse.

Three minutes later DD returned and set itself on the floor, as the detective asked, “Now what do I do?”

“You tell DD to rise and it will rise and flip over. Then you simply straddle it like a horse and hold onto the sides of it. Tell it to take you to Danielle slowly. If you feel comfortable you can tell it to go faster. It will do what you tell it to do,” Lisa informed him.

With some reluctance Detective Moss went to the balcony, and said, Rise, DD.” The guitar once again rose and flipped over to where he could easily straddle it. Once he was on top, he grabbed the sides, and said, “DD! Take me to Danielle, slow.”

DD followed his instructions and lifted him above the railing then started to move away from the hotel. Once he felt comfortable, he said, “Go a little faster, DD.” DD once again listened to his command and moments later it took the shaking and nervous detective to the rear of the barn where Danielle waited for him, and it set down.

After the detective was safely on the ground, Danielle said, “DD! Go back to the hotel and bring one of the girls here to me.” DD flew off once again.

While they waited, the experienced detective checked out the house where they would be going. As they expected, lights were on inside the reported abandoned farmhouse.

The barn was located on the opposite side of the house from where Danielle had been the previous night, but from where they stood they could see the front door.

The two of them waited as the other girls were transported, one at a time, to their location.

Once the rest of the group arrived, Wendy decided to check out the inside of the barn. With her eyes aglow a bright purple, she looked around its Interior.

“What is she doing, Danielle?” Detective Moss asked.

“She’s looking inside to see what’s in there,” Danielle replied.

“It looks like our kidnappers have stored their vehicles inside, Danielle,” Wendy admitted. 

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