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Minister's face. "Is that right?" He opened the door wider. "Well come on in so you can bask in the light of my wisdom."
    Nina shook her head from side to side as she stepped into the church's foyer. "You're such a goofball."
    The foyer's lights were off, and it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dimness. She immediately took note of the multi-colored decorations hanging from the vaulted rafters. All the light fixtures were festooned with gold ribbon. "You guys planning a party?"
    "The church is celebrating its fiftieth anniversary," Tyree told her after exchanging pleasantries with the small group of parishioners meticulously decorating the archway with strands of red and gold garland. Another group was fastidiously cleaning the pews and balustrades, and the sweet smell of Murphy's Oil Soap filled the sanctuary. "The celebration starts Friday and runs through the weekend. We're doing a carnival theme so it should be very exciting. If you're not busy, stop on by."
    "Maybe I will. I could use some fun in my life right about now."
    Tyree took note of the sadness in Nina's voice but made no comment as he ushered her down the hall and into his small office, where he gently closed the door behind them.
    He motioned for Nina to take a seat in one of the leather arm chairs positioned in front of his desk while he slipped into the office's private bathroom. The sound of running water echoed from behind the lavatory's partially closed door for several minutes then ceased. A few minutes later, Tyree emerged wearing a loose-fitting navy sweat-suit emblazoned with Saint Christopher's name across the chest and down the right pant leg.
    " Tre' chic , Ty."
    "Hey don't knock it," Tyree admonished with mock severity. "As the head honcho around here I've gotta represent!" He raised both hands into the air, fingers curled into an intricate imitation of the territorial signs often touted by the progenitors of hip-hop. Nina couldn't help but laugh at his antics, and some of the weight lifted from her shoulders.
    Tyree flashed a roguish grin then settled his lean frame comfortably into the high-backed chair behind his desk. "So what's been going on, bud?"
    Nina hesitated for the barest moment then told him of the bizarre visions plaguing her for the past few weeks.
    By the time she had finished, all traces of Tyree's former levity vanished from his face. "And you're saying this all started with your dream about that unfortunate incident at Ford Hospital?"
    "Yeah." Nina was relieved at having finally been able to confide in someone.
    "That's pretty intense," Tyree commented after a thoughtful silence. "And have any of these other premonitions come true?"
    A look of chagrin appeared on Nina's face. "To be perfectly honest I haven't read a paper or turned on a television since that day for fear of what I might see."
    Tyree favored her with sympathetic eyes. "Yeah, I'll bet. Look Nina, I can certainly understand your fear but this isn't something you should run away from."
    "Then what would you suggest I do, Poppa Griff?"
    Tyree smiled at the nickname she had saddled him with after his ordainment, stating that "Father Griffin" made him sound to old. "Well for starters we can call up the local news on the web and see if any recent events correspond with your dreams." He activated the Dell laptop resting on top of his desk. "Maybe the Ford vision was a fluke. Okay, here we go; the Detroit Free Press. Now then," he turned expectant eyes on her. "Give me some specifics from some of your other visions."
    Nina pursed her lips. "There was a particularly vivid one the other night. A tanker was overturned on the Lodge freeway, and one of those new Dodge Chargers was pinned underneath it. There were two people trapped in the car, but only one of them was killed. A woman; some kind of celebrity I think. She seemed familiar, but I couldn't place her."
    A look of apprehension appeared on Tyree's narrow face. "Could it have been Pamela Ayers?"
    "That's