andââ
âBefore you had this dream, did you drink my coffee?â
âExcuse me, but this is no time to discuss the quality of yourââ
âAnswer me, Clare! Did you
drink the coffee
in the gypsyâs tent?â
âYes! I had two cups and the dream came after that. I must have dozed off becauseââ
âYou didnât doze off. And you didnât have a dream. What you experienced was a vision.â
I studied Mattâs face. âYouâre serious, arenât you?â
He nodded, and I realized he looked more than serious. He looked
excited
. âAre you telling me those so-called âmagicâ beans you brought back from Africa really areââ
âThe beans donât work on everyone. In Ethiopia, the village shaman told me the drinker must have a âspecial spiritââessentially a natural gift of insight. Letâs just say she convinced me.â
âHow?â
âTrust me, Clare. After what I witnessed, I became a believer.â
âA believer in
what
exactly?â
âIn the coffee beansâ ability to . . .â He looked away. âI know it sounds crazy, but I sent a sample to a friend. Heâs a chemistâand a coffee aficionado. I want to know what properties in these beans help certain people read . . .â
âRead the
future
? Is that what youâre trying to say?â
â
Now
do you understand why I was trying to get you into that fortune-telling tent?â
âNo. I do not understand. Mikeâs kids didnât go missing until the end of the day. What kind of future were you hoping Iâd see?â
âYours.â Matt shifted from one pointy boot to the other. âMy mother and I were both hoping the fortune-telling session would help you make an important decision . . .â
My stomach clenched.
They couldnât know about Mikeâs question. I was keeping it from them.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
It was a weak lie, and Matt knew it. âCome on, Clare.â
Oh, for heavenâs sake.
âHow did you find out?â I demanded. âDid Tucker tell you?â
âThatâs not important. What
is
important is your peace of mind.â
âListen,
now
is not the time to discuss my future!â I walked away.
He gently grabbed my arm. âYou asked me to be a good partner. I failed at that in marriage, but I wonât in businessâor as a friend. After we know the kids are safe, you and Iâand mother, if you likeâwill sit down and help you figure out what to do, okay?â
I took a deep breath. âI just hope those kids
are
safe.â
âWhat makes you think they arenât? Talk to me. After you drank the coffee, what did you see?â
I told him my vision, but not from the beginning. It was the
end
of the vision that disturbed me most.
âI remembered being very cold. Not so much temperature as temperament. It was a black, empty cold, the kind that chills you from the inside out. And there was a presence . . .â
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt was a feeling at first and then I saw this black specter . . .â I described how it first appeared human and then transformed, twisting into a beastly thing.
âYou saw Death in the woods?â
âNot Death. Someone who has no problem using it.
Now
do you see why Iâm so desperate to find Mikeâs kids?â
Matt grimaced and his tone changed. âTell me more about your vision. You said something about a traffic sign?â
âA giant oak tree was blocking my path. A sign hung on it with blinking bulbs. The lights spelled out
Bridge Detour
.â
Matt pulled out his smartphone. âLetâs try something . . .â
âWhat are you doing?â
He tapped the phoneâs screen a few times and showed it to me. âThese are photos and
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