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you
witnessed a murder. Is that correct?”
    “ Yes.” He nodded slowly as
he read over what I’d written. When he’d finished, he leaned back
in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, pinning me with
warm hazel eyes.
    “ I understand that you saw
it through some kind of psychic vision. Is that
correct?”
    “ Look, I never said I was a
psychic. I just told Lieutenant Disher that I saw it through a
vision . Not in real life.”
    “ So what you’re saying is
that you’re a psychic,” he said. I looked for scorn, amusement,
disgust, sarcasm, but there was no trace of any emotion on his
face.
    “ No, I’m not. It’s not like-
it’s hard to explain.”
    “ Well, why don’t you
try.”
    Knowing I’d come too far to turn back
now, I told Detective Grayson everything I’d seen yesterday
morning, not sparing even the smallest of details. I figured at
this point I needed to lay it on thick. They’d likely think I was
either making it up or imaging it anyway. But if her body did turn
up, maybe something I’d seen would be able to help them catch her
killer.
    When I was finished, he just watched
me. It made me nervous and I wanted to look away, but I forced
myself maintain eye contact. During his silence, as we stared at
each other, I wondered how many hundreds of jet black eyelashes
lined his eyes and if the hazel color was always as green as it was
today.
    Detective Grayson rubbed his hand over
his jaw, his already visible dark stubble making a sandpaper sound
against his palm. When he finally leaned forward, there was neither
judgment nor belief on his face. It was carefully blank. And though
I’d have preferred belief, I’d settle for anything other than
mockery.
    “ Alright. If we get any
reports of a missing person fitting this description, I’ll give you
a call. Or if a body turns up, I might need to talk to you again.
What’s a good number to reach you at?”
    I gave him my cell phone number and he
jotted it down on the report.
    He stood to his feet, pulled a business
card from the little holder on his desk and held it out to me. I
stood, too, and took the card from his fingers. “My number’s on
there. Call if you think of anything else.”
    He just stood there, as did I. I wasn’t
certain what to do or what just happened. Had he just blown me off
in the most nondescript way ever or was this pretty much standard?
Finally he said, “Have a nice day.”
    “ Thank you,” I muttered as I
turned to leave. I was a little confused.
    Once I got back to the Jeep, I realized
that it was close to dinner time. The whole ordeal had taken much
longer than I’d expected. Being inside the police station was like
being in a time warp. What felt like only thirty or forty minutes
in there had been nearly three hours out in the real world. It was
so surreal, I felt like I’d been dosed with something.
    On the way home, I didn’t feel nearly
as relieved as I thought I would have after reporting Lisa’s murder
to the authorities. I just assumed I’d feel deeply satisfied with
my bravery and good Samaritan-ship, but it turns out that I’d had
more gratifying experiences at the library, and that wasn’t saying
much.
    ********
    By the time Wednesday morning rolled
around, I was feeling a little bit better. I’d done the right
thing, painful and humiliating though it had been, and now I could
leave Lisa’s safety and welfare in the capable hands of the
police.
    When I got to class, I took the same
seat I’d claimed on Monday and waited for the rest of the students
and the teacher to arrive. Three blonde, sorority-type girls came
in and sat two rows in front of me. I hadn’t seen them on Monday,
but that could’ve been the result of being blind-sided by seeing
Lisa.
    I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop; they were
just close enough so that I could easily hear what they were
saying. I started actively listening when I heard one of them
mention Jake. I was instantly riveted to the
conversation.
    “ That’s the