Psychic Visions 08-Now You See Her... by Dale Mayer

think I did it.”
    “Did what?”
    “Killed the doctor,” she whispered. “But I didn’t kill anyone. I’m not even sure he’s dead. If he is, then I think whoever did kill him is after me…and if he’s not dead…then he’s the one chasing me.”
    *
    This was why he didn’t like cases involving psych wards. Sure, a dead man was chasing her.
    He stared down at the bent head, her body solid enough to make anyone believe she was there. And she was – at least right now. Where she’d be in a few minutes was a different story.
    He groaned. The problem was – there really was a dead man in the bathroom, and if her friend was in trouble then in theory her story might check out. He trusted Stefan. He didn’t trust someone he couldn’t see from one moment to the next.
    That she could do that blew him away and that she’d taken him for a ride – literally – twice now, just pissed him off.
    But…what if she was telling the truth? What if someone was after her and the world thought this man was supposed to be dead?
    She’d have a hard time convincing anyone otherwise.
    “Tell me the whole story.”
    Just then sirens hit the air. She gave a broken laugh. “No time. Story of my life.”
    He reached down and grabbed her arm. “Stop it. This is no time for games. Did you or did you not kill someone?”
    She glared at him. “I did not.”
    He gazed intently into her eyes and saw nothing but painful truths.
    Then she ruined it by saying, “But I wanted to. And I will if I ever get the chance.”
    He gave her a little shake. “Stop it.” He wanted to give her a much harder shake, and maybe rattle her cage enough to get some sense inside. “You can’t go around saying things like that.”
    She stood up. “And I can’t keep living on the run. I thought I was fine all this time. I thought I was safe to come out of hiding and contact Stefan for a way to get out of this mess permanently, but he, whoever he is, found me. He found Simone.”
    The police cars pulled up to the front of the house.
    “You’d better go,” she said. “You have to meet them at the door or else they’ll assume you got into trouble here yourself.”
    She was right, but that didn’t mean he wanted to end this conversation. “Go wait in my truck. I’ll finish up as fast as I can.”
    She nodded, but it was a little too fast. A little too easy.
    He glared at her. “Don’t let anyone see you and don’t leave my truck. If you want help to get out of this nightmare, you’ll do what you’re told for once.”
    She glared right back. And disappeared before his eyes. He glanced down at the arm he held in his hand. It felt solid. Like an arm, skin, flesh. But all he could see was the bedding behind her. She shifted slightly and it was as if someone on the bedding moved, but he couldn’t really see who. Now that he knew what he was looking for, he could make out a slight outline of a person.
    “That is crazy. How did you do that?” Then he heard the voices downstairs. “Never mind, we’ll talk later.”
    He let go of her arm, knowing that the chances of her sticking around weren’t good, but he had to deal with what he could see at this point, and that was the dead man in the bathroom.
    Taking the stairs two at a time, he went down and opened the front door for his coworkers.

Chapter 8

    S he had no intention of hiding away in the truck. Not right now. She waited in the bedroom for the men to arrive, and arrive they did. Cops in uniform. Men in suits. Guys in some weird coveralls. The whole town looked to have shown up. Maybe she should have left after all. It would be hard to find a place to stand and not be in the way. She might seem invisible but she was solid. If they ran into her, they’d realize that soon enough. There was no deck here or balcony doors for her to escape. Torn between wanting to be here to see if they found anything and wanting to escape to keep her cover, she realized several of the men were leaving to grab