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all very similar.”
    Grace
shook her head. “You might not have noticed but you’ve got a bit of hair
sticking up by your left ear.”
    Jenny’s
hand flew up to her left ear. She laughed and said, “Oh, yes. I’d been to a new
hairdresser the day before and she’d cut it too short. I couldn’t get it to sit
right that morning.” Her laugh faded. She looked towards the rack of coats
again.
    Grace
said, “The version of yourself, that you followed in here, has the same bit of
hair sticking up.” She paused to let this information sink in. “Which means
that you died on this day that we’re in now. You look exactly like the Jenny in
this vision.”
    Jenny’s
legs gave way. Grace automatically reached out to her but her hands swept right
through Jenny’s arms. Jenny collapsed to the floor. “I don’t understand. Why
would someone kill me at a wedding?”
    Grace
knelt at Jenny’s side. “That’s what we’re going to find out.”
    Both
heads turned as the door to the cloakroom opened.
    Jenny
let out a whimper. “It’s the killer! I can feel it! Grace, I’m scared!”
    Grace
looked at the door as it slowly opened. She stood up, she needed to get a good
look at whoever was coming in. She took a step towards the door as it opened
more.
    The
room suddenly tilted and Grace was thrown forward. Someone grabbed her arm and
started shaking her.
    “Grace!
Grace! Snap out of it!” Frankie shook her back and forth.
    Grace
quickly took in where she was - back in the kitchen. She tried to push
Frankie’s hand off her arm.
    Frankie
was having none of it. “Grace, what the hell were you doing just then?”
    “What
do you mean?” Grace asked quietly. What exactly had Frankie witnessed?
    Frankie
released her arm and rubbed his forehead. “I came walking in here, calling your
name out, and I find you standing here with a frozen look on your face! Have
you had some sort of seizure? Shall I phone the doctor?”
    Grace
took in his scared look and immediately felt a rush of guilt. She’d suffered a
mental breakdown after the death of their parents and Frankie had been the one
to care for her. He probably thought she was having another breakdown. She
pasted a bright smile on her face and said, “I was daydreaming, that’s all.”
She quickly scanned the room. There were no ghosts anywhere.
    Frankie
pulled a chair out and collapsed into it. “Bloody hell, Grace. You scared me
half to death. Can you do something different with your face when you’re
daydreaming in future? And who were you talking to?”
    “I
was talking to myself. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
    Frankie
indicated towards the opposite chair. “Sit down, we need to talk.”
    Grace
gingerly sat down. Was he going to insist on calling a doctor? How long had he
been standing there and watching her?

 

 
    Chapter
7

 
    Grace
waited for Frankie to speak. He gave her a small smile and then looked at his
watch. His eyebrows rose and he looked back at Grace. His smile grew and his
attention went back to his watch.
    “Frankie,
is there something you wanted to say to me?”
    “I’m
just admiring my new watch,” he said, a proud note in his voice. He held his
arm up.
    Grace
examined the watch which was now inches from her face. “It’s lovely. Was there
something you wanted to talk about?”
    Frankie
laid his arm on the table. “I can go diving when I wear this watch. If I want
to. It’s got a two-year guarantee. And it’s got the date on it.”
    “That’s
great. Was there anything else, or did you just want to talk about your watch?”
    Frankie
tore his attention away from the watch. “Grace. I’ve met someone.”
    “Have
you? Where?”
    “At
the jewellers. I went in there for a watch and I came out with a date.” He
shook his head in disbelief. “I’ve got a date with an angel, a beautiful
angel.”
    Grace
wasn’t sure what to say for a moment. Frankie was looking at his watch again as
if the very angel he was talking about