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grandmother. She wasn't completely honest with you."
     

Chapter Five
     
    Tamzen wanted to come to the police station with me, but my grandfather convinced her to leave with Zeke and Dean. He and I sat in his office with the door closed. My insides felt like jelly.
    "It was about twenty-five years ago," he said. "Your grandmother told her friend, Patsy Kroger, about a dream she'd had." He leaned forward on the hard, faux-leather couch, elbows on his knees. I sat beside him, my back pressed against the cool seat. "Patsy's uncle had a farm over in Hudson. One night, Tilda had a dream. She saw part of the barn's roof collapse on Patsy, killing her instantly."
    I furrowed my brow. I'd spoken to Miss Patsy last month at the grocery store.
    "Now most people in town had heard about your grandmother's clairvoyance. Most thought it was phony. A few considered it satanic. Anyway, Patsy didn't judge her. Tilda had been reluctant to tell her about the dream at first, but she felt she had to. That's when Patsy said the family had planned to help out on the farm that weekend."
    As he spoke, I considered the implications of telling someone you knew when she'd die.
    "Well, Pa tsy, bless her heart, believed her friend and canceled the family's plans."
    "So Grandma saw the future. And changed it."
    We were both silent. The commotion outside the office was an unrelenting buzz. Every now and then, someone shouted above the noise to get someone else's attention. A couple of sheriff's deputies took up space as well. The Ridge Grove Police Department was required by state law to work with the county sheriff in cases as major as homicide.
    "She never told me," I said.
    My grandfather looked at this hands and rubbed them together. "She'd been having precog dreams her whole life."
    "Precog dreams? That's what she called them?"
    He nodded. "She didn't have them often. Every now and then, but often enough to drive her crazy. She didn't tell you a lot of things, and I'm sorry about that. You should also know that —"
    Someone knocked on the door.
    He groaned. "Yeah?"
    The door opened a crack, and Rory peered in, his normally neatly cut blond hair slightly tousled. "Sam said he needs to see you, chief."
    "Can't it wait?"
    "Doubt it. He wants to pick your brain before talking to the media."
    "The media?" My grandfather stood abruptly. "Oh, good Lord." He turned to me. "I don't want you to say anything to anybody, including Tamzen, about what happened out there."
    I couldn't see myself telling Tim's wife, son, or his son's girlfriend that he might have killed Kate.
    "We'll talk more at home," he said.
    Before I could utter another word, he shut the door. I stood and walked to the lone window in the small office, which faced the parking lot. People milled around between cars and a Channel 7 News van. The police had yet to say if Kate Mansfield had been murdered. They hadn't said much of anything. But I'd seen the blood pooled at the back of her head and saw her thoughts.
    Her death was no accident.
    And I saw it happen before it happened.
     
    ***
     
    Granddad asked Rory to drive me home. We left the building from the rear entrance. When I'd first arrived at the station, a reporter asked me if I was "some kind of medium." My grandfather wanted to avoid such questions on the way out.
    "Isaac told me not to say anything," Rory said as he pulled up in front of my house. "So I won't. Unless you want to volunteer information." I looked at him. He had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry."
    "No problem," I said, climbing out. Before I reached the front door, my cell phone vibrated. Tamzen had called several times already, so when I looked at the number, I expected to see her image on the screen. But I saw only a number, one I didn't recognize it. Was it a reporter? I answered, anyway.
    "Hey. Are you okay?"
    It was Dean. My face relaxed into a smile. I plopped down on the front steps and a ran a hand through my hair. "Yeah. I'm home now."
    "Want some