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Detective Gearhart. He’ll
most likely need to hear this, too. Brice, this is Glynnis
Nuckolls.”
    She offered her hand as Detective
Gearhart quickly set down the coffee cups and swallowed the last of
his cookie while wiping his hands on his pant-legs.
“Detective.”
    “ Ms. Nuckolls, please sit
back down. Would you like some coffee, or a cookie?” He tilted his
head toward what she assumed was a break room. “It’d only take a
minute.”
    “ No thanks, I really should
be home already.” She hoped Carl hadn’t already peed in the floor
or gone to tearing up the couch cushions. Whenever she was away for
too long, something always got torn up. Glynnis eased back into the
chair as Detective Gearhart pulled up a third seat, this one like
the plastic chairs they use in classrooms, and sat down beside
her.
    “ Go ahead, Ms. Nuckolls.”
Detective Paddix urged as he pulled out a note-pad. “What were you
about to say?”
    She fiddled with the zipper of her
canvas purse, pulling back and forth a few times before continuing.
“I have reason to believe that someone is in danger, but I don’t
know what to do about it.”
    Brice was having a tough time keeping
his eyes from wandering downward to her legs which seemed to go on
forever below the hem of her white shorts. He was a professional
and that was definitely not professional behavior, but he was a leg
man and some things were hard to avoid. He forcefully directed his
attention toward her face. “Do you have a name for this person, Ms.
Nuckolls”
    “ Yes,” she began to wrap the
purse strap around her hand, over and over until she ran out of
strap and then began unwrapping. “His name is Claude Danning, and I
think somebody wants to hurt him.” She stared at the detectives who
were looking a little impatient by now, and decided to take the
plunge. “Really, I think someone is planning to kill
him.”
    Brice took a swig of coffee, burning
his tongue, and pulling it away from his mouth with a jerk. Some of
it spilled on his neatly creased pants leg and he grabbed for a
napkin, uttering an unintelligible curse under his breath. “What
makes you think somebody wants to kill this man?”
    She watched the detective with his
short-cropped, blonde hair, as he came close to burning the skin
off his tongue. She knew this question would come but she still
didn’t have a plausible explanation for her knowledge. She had run
so many ideas through her mind on the way to the station, to
explain how she knew that Claude Danning would be killed, but none
sounded real. She had no other options; she just told the truth and
waited for the fall-out.
    “ I dreamed it.” The two men
glanced at each other with lifted brows, then back to her.
“Sometimes my dreams come true.”

Chapter 3
    There were days when Addison wanted a
drink. There were days when he wanted the whole bottle. Today, he
could have emptied the shelf. He had been off the sauce without
fail for six years now, and not a day passed without that
arm-twisting urge to take a drink and slide into oblivion. But he
fought it and so far, he had won, thanks to Laney and the
kids…Brice too. Days like today made him doubtful though. He and
Brice had been on for twelve hours covering for three other
detectives out because of a summer stomach flu. He was already
exhausted when this beautiful, but completely crazy woman walked in
the door. “Miss Nuckolls, you mean to tell us that you’re psychic,
that you can predict things before they happen?” Detective Paddix
slapped the desk in front of him as if he’d discovered a cure for
Herpes. “Well, I’ll be horsewhipped. If that’s the case, maybe you
can help me out with a couple of lottery numbers. I’ve been playing
the same bunch of numbers every week for two years and I haven’t
hit jack.”
    Brice leaned back in his seat and
peered at Glynnis over his coffee. “Please excuse my partner, Ms.
Nuckolls. He’s not what you’d call, um…open-minded when it comes