was
studying her.
I was about half way done with the article when
someone tapped me on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around to
find a plump, gray-haired librarian standing behind me.
“Oops, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she
whispered in a soft voice. “I just wanted to let you know your time
is up.”
“What?” I screamed.
“On the computer, dear,” she said, adjusting her
glasses. “We have people waiting. One hour is the max allowed at
one sitting, but I saw how busy you were so I let you go over by 10
minutes.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said catching my breath.
I clicked off my visited sites while she waved a
young woman over. The librarian put her hand back on my shoulder,
but I was expecting it this time.
“Abby, if you’re staying in the library a while, I
can let you know when a computer opens up again,” she said.
I glanced up at her. She knew who I was. My stomach
tightened and I braced.
“It’s nice to see you getting around so well, dear,”
she said. “Glad you’re doing better.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as she walked back to
her desk and started helping a mom with a toddler in her arms.
CHAPTER 14
Kate was excited as she talked.
“They found an unidentifiable drug in her blood,
too,” she said. “So now they are officially keeping both cases open
until the toxicology reports are in. But those reports always take
a while.”
We were sitting in her car in a parking lot, waiting
for Matt.
“Well, that’s good, right?” I said.
“Yeah,” Kate said. “But I can tell nobody is too
excited. Unofficially, it was an accident and if the drug report
doesn’t show something else, that’s what it will remain.”
“What about all the water on the floor?” I asked. I
remembered the struggle. The floor had to have been soaked.
“He must have cleaned it up,” she said. “It looked
like she was just taking a bath and fainted.”
Kate had already written one story about Lana Chang,
who worked as a receptionist at a physical therapy office on the
east side of town. She was 32, had a steady boyfriend until
recently, and worked as a bartender on the weekends at Velvet, a
bar that was popular with the locals.
“Did I mention that Erin kind of knew her?” Kate
said.
“No,” I said. “She sure must have been shocked. Did
you tell Erin that you thought she was murdered?”
“We talked about it, but I just kept to the facts,”
she said. “She thinks it’s strange though. And she said that there
was no way it was a suicide. Not in a million years.”
“But you didn’t tell her about my visions, right?” I
said. I was sure Kate wouldn’t have done that, but if she got angry
enough she might have let it slip out.
“Of course not,” she said. “Nobody knows. Well,
except for Matt.”
That didn’t bother me. He would be cool about
it.
“Good,” I said.
Matt walked across the parking lot and was all
smiles when he saw us. He climbed in the backseat.
“Hey, guys,” he said. He gave Kate a kiss and patted
my back.
“Hey, Matt,” I said.
We drove over to Rosa’s for tacos. Matt seemed
really interested in the visions and the murders and we talked
about them as we ate dinner.
“Hey, I know some homeless guys who hang out in that
area where that girl was killed,” Matt said, digging into the salsa
with a big tortilla chip. “You know, those teenagers who hang
around the river near downtown selling drugs and stuff. Anyway, I
could ask around, see if they have seen anybody suspicious
lately.”
“Great,” Kate said, taking a bite and not looking
over at him.
She rolled her eyes at me. I knew she was wondering
in that exact moment why she was dating someone who had friends who
were homeless drug dealers.
CHAPTER 15
Everything settled down in the weeks before
Christmas, letting us slip back into our somewhat regular lives.
The investigations were still open, but stagnant. I hadn’t had any
more visions and there hadn’t been any
studying her.
I was about half way done with the article when
someone tapped me on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around to
find a plump, gray-haired librarian standing behind me.
“Oops, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she
whispered in a soft voice. “I just wanted to let you know your time
is up.”
“What?” I screamed.
“On the computer, dear,” she said, adjusting her
glasses. “We have people waiting. One hour is the max allowed at
one sitting, but I saw how busy you were so I let you go over by 10
minutes.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said catching my breath.
I clicked off my visited sites while she waved a
young woman over. The librarian put her hand back on my shoulder,
but I was expecting it this time.
“Abby, if you’re staying in the library a while, I
can let you know when a computer opens up again,” she said.
I glanced up at her. She knew who I was. My stomach
tightened and I braced.
“It’s nice to see you getting around so well, dear,”
she said. “Glad you’re doing better.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as she walked back to
her desk and started helping a mom with a toddler in her arms.
CHAPTER 14
Kate was excited as she talked.
“They found an unidentifiable drug in her blood,
too,” she said. “So now they are officially keeping both cases open
until the toxicology reports are in. But those reports always take
a while.”
We were sitting in her car in a parking lot, waiting
for Matt.
“Well, that’s good, right?” I said.
“Yeah,” Kate said. “But I can tell nobody is too
excited. Unofficially, it was an accident and if the drug report
doesn’t show something else, that’s what it will remain.”
“What about all the water on the floor?” I asked. I
remembered the struggle. The floor had to have been soaked.
“He must have cleaned it up,” she said. “It looked
like she was just taking a bath and fainted.”
Kate had already written one story about Lana Chang,
who worked as a receptionist at a physical therapy office on the
east side of town. She was 32, had a steady boyfriend until
recently, and worked as a bartender on the weekends at Velvet, a
bar that was popular with the locals.
“Did I mention that Erin kind of knew her?” Kate
said.
“No,” I said. “She sure must have been shocked. Did
you tell Erin that you thought she was murdered?”
“We talked about it, but I just kept to the facts,”
she said. “She thinks it’s strange though. And she said that there
was no way it was a suicide. Not in a million years.”
“But you didn’t tell her about my visions, right?” I
said. I was sure Kate wouldn’t have done that, but if she got angry
enough she might have let it slip out.
“Of course not,” she said. “Nobody knows. Well,
except for Matt.”
That didn’t bother me. He would be cool about
it.
“Good,” I said.
Matt walked across the parking lot and was all
smiles when he saw us. He climbed in the backseat.
“Hey, guys,” he said. He gave Kate a kiss and patted
my back.
“Hey, Matt,” I said.
We drove over to Rosa’s for tacos. Matt seemed
really interested in the visions and the murders and we talked
about them as we ate dinner.
“Hey, I know some homeless guys who hang out in that
area where that girl was killed,” Matt said, digging into the salsa
with a big tortilla chip. “You know, those teenagers who hang
around the river near downtown selling drugs and stuff. Anyway, I
could ask around, see if they have seen anybody suspicious
lately.”
“Great,” Kate said, taking a bite and not looking
over at him.
She rolled her eyes at me. I knew she was wondering
in that exact moment why she was dating someone who had friends who
were homeless drug dealers.
CHAPTER 15
Everything settled down in the weeks before
Christmas, letting us slip back into our somewhat regular lives.
The investigations were still open, but stagnant. I hadn’t had any
more visions and there hadn’t been any
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