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disagree with the philosophy,” I said.
    â€œIt’s generally a good one,” Aunt Ibby said. “I’m heading for the library in a few minutes. You sure you don’t need anything else for your dinner date with Pete?”
    â€œI’m almost all set, I think. Except for dishes. I never got a chance to pick any out today.”
    â€œPlease help yourself to any of my china,” she said. “You know I have extra place settings.”
    â€œThanks. May I use the ivy pattern ones?”
    â€œThe Franciscan Ware? Of course. It was always your favorite when you were little.”
    â€œThanks. I still love it.”
    â€œAll right then. I’ll see you later.”
    I followed her downstairs, picked up two place settings of the green-and-white dishes and a couple of serving pieces, and hurried back to my apartment. There were several more newspaper articles I wanted to look at, but I decided to put them away until I had more time. I looked around the room. Put them where? Aha! I now had a bureau. I pulled open the top drawer. Just as Shea had promised, there was an envelope marked DIRECTIONS TO SECRET COMPARTMENTS. It made me sad to think that putting the envelope in my bureau drawer might have been one of Shea’s last actions. I closed the drawer and lifted the center panel on the bureau’s top.
    If this one is just like my old one, there should be a mirror under here.
    There was a mirror, all right. But what I saw there made me slam the panel shut in a hurry. Oxidation or moisture or something had turned the glass almost entirely black—and shiny black surfaces meant bad news for me.

CHAPTER 4
    I’m apparently what’s known in paranormal circles as a “scryer.” My friend River North calls me a “gazer.” River happens to be a witch, and she knows all about such things. Anyway, I’d found out fairly recently that I have the weird ability to see things in shiny black objects—things that have happened or are happening, and even things that could happen in the future. River calls it a “gift.” I don’t think of it that way. It had come in handy a couple of times, but mostly all it had ever shown me was death and dying. I’d learned a little bit about controlling a vision once it started, but I much preferred that it didn’t start at all. River and Aunt Ibby were the only people who knew about the gazing thing. I hadn’t even mentioned it to Pete yet. Didn’t know how to without sounding crazy and scaring him away.
    I ran down the stairs to my old second-floor bedroom and grabbed a white lace runner from the top of a maple dresser. I hadn’t meant to use anything from that room, pretty as it was; I wanted a totally different look for the apartment. But covering the mirrored panel with the runner would make it go away, and that was all I wanted just then.
    Enough pots and pans had come with the new kitchen, so I was well prepared for dinner in that area. I planned to broil a great big sirloin steak, bake the Idaho potatoes in the microwave, and serve them with sour cream and fresh chives from Aunt Ibby’s herb garden. A healthy salad with fresh greens and homegrown tomatoes would round out the meal, and dessert would be hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream, both from the grocer’s frozen dessert department.
    I double-checked the items I’d bought for dinner, then, satisfied with the menu, poured another cup of coffee and turned on the TV. WICH-TV was showing a roundup of local news stories. Field reporter Scott Palmer stood in front of Tolliver’s Antiques and Uniques, speaking in hushed tones. “This morning, Shea Tolliver, the owner and manager of the shop behind me, was found dead, apparently the victim of a robbery. Ms. Tolliver suffered a fatal blow to the head. Police are looking for a man who may have information about the matter.” The sketch artist’s rendering of the man who’d