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I’d ever had with a medium, and believe me, those people can get pretty strange. I regarded the young woman warily. None of this felt right, exactly, but she was clearly intent on telling me something. Could Alan be reaching out to me through her? It seemed pretty implausible, but if I wasn’t at least a little open to the idea, why had I driven all the way to Boyne City?
    â€œOkay, what does he say?” I finally asked. I thought about my wallet, which had a lone twenty and a few ones stuck inside. If Amy Jo were going to quote a price, it would be now.
    But she was shaking her head. “Not him.”
    â€œSorry?”
    â€œNot from a him. It’s from a girl.”
    â€œA girl,” I repeated slowly.
    â€œYeah, um … it’s important.”
    â€œOkay.” I was completely baffled.
    Amy Jo worked her lips a few times, looking as if she regretted ever approaching me. Then she leaned in closer, sharing a confidence. “It’s from Lisa Walker,” she said in a near whisper.
    I went very still. The woman gazing at me so intently did not have the look of a prankster, nor a con artist, but I could not think of any reason why anyone would bring up that particular name to me. “That’s enough,” I said coldly, interrupting Amy Jo as she was getting ready to say more. “Who are you?”
    â€œI told you,” she replied. Her face held the anguish of a liar caught in an obvious fib.
    â€œYou’re not a medium.”
    â€œListen to me!”
    â€œThis isn’t funny.”
    â€œShe says she wasn’t in the car!” Amy Jo blurted.
    I stared at her, my anger rising. “What kind of person…,” I started to ask, but I stopped when she shook her head wildly, tears in her eyes.
    Why would she be crying ?
    â€œNo, it’s true. Please. I know you think you killed her. I know about the accident. But you have to believe me. She wasn’t in the car.”
    I realized my heart was pounding. Did she realize what she was saying? For a moment I allowed myself to contemplate it, and I nearly staggered with the implications.
    â€œI have to go,” she said, taking a step back.
    â€œWait. No!” I seized her by the shoulders, and her eyes widened in alarm. “Listen to me. You have to tell me everything. What do you think you know ?”
    â€œLisa wasn’t in the car when it sank. Okay? Please let go of me!”
    I realized just how tightly I had been gripping her. I let go. “Not in the car? My car? How do you know?”
    She backed a step away from me. “I said.”
    â€œYou’re not a medium! What is this?”
    â€œRuddy?” a woman called.
    I turned, and there was my fiancée, Katie, her hands in her pockets, a stunned expression on her face. From her perspective, the conversation I’d been having must have seemed shockingly intimate.
    I turned back, but Amy Jo was fleeing, tufts of packed snow flying from her boots. She was headed for the parking lot.
    â€œRuddy? Who was that?” Katie demanded, bewildered.
    I turned away from the shock in her eyes and tracked Amy Jo as she slid behind the wheel of an old RAV. Her brake lights fired, but she had to back up to get out of her spot, and I caught a clear glimpse of her license plate. As a repo man, I’d developed a knack for memorizing plate numbers.
    â€œRuddy?”
    I turned back to my fiancée. Her blue eyes were pained. A lock of her curly reddish-brown hair had come loose from her wool hat, and she brushed it away impatiently. “How … how did you find me?” I asked her, which had to be the worst question for me to ask. Could I sound more like a cheating man?
    â€œYou told Jimmy you were coming here. You told me you were on a repo. Who was that woman?”
    â€œShe said she was a medium.”
    â€œThat’s not what I mean, Ruddy!” Katie exclaimed. “You were holding her, having a