Free Knock, knock... by Dale Mayer Page B

could go back to certain situations that loved ones had experienced by hitching a ride on their memories.
     
    It was great for remembering details. Not great for determining murder or murderers. Still, she couldn't quite let it go. It would at least tell her if anyone in the office held any serious animosity toward David – something worthy of a second look.
     
    So should she try at home, or from here?
     
    Making a sudden decision, Shay stood up, walked out into the main office and saw that both of her office staff had left to take their lunch breaks. Good. She returned to her office and locked the door. Setting the phones so incoming calls all went straight to voicemail, she settled into her chair.
     
    She closed her eyes and pictured the center where David Cummings had worked, as it was on her last visit. That's how her skills worked. Because she’d been to a place once, she could visualize it and access it from her mind.
     
    The front door of the center loomed and she pushed it open mentally and walked in. Shay smiled at the office staff, busy on the phone and talking to customers. Just as it had been last time. She hooked into her energy's memory and retraced her steps through the last visit.
     
    David, looking happy, saw her and smiled. He excused himself from the discussion with the office manager and walked over, hand out to greet her – as he had that day.
     
    "Nice to see you."
     
    Her body reached out to shake his hand while Shay's astral body watched the interaction from outside the physical plane. Separated from the physical reality, Shay was free to observe the interactions involving others around her.
     
    Moving forward, David led her to his office.
     
    Shay studied the room and the energy trails of the people who'd entered and left – their energy, wispy and dispersing. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
     
    But if there'd been anything obvious, she'd have noticed it on the day she'd actually been there. At least she hoped she would have.
     
    Now that she wasn't grounded in the physical experience, she could take the necessary time to look around. See what else might be going on. She couldn't separate from the memory to wander on her own, but she could turn around and see the main office, the dashes and flares of energy as people communicated with one another.
     
    Every word spoken required energy. Every facial expression required energy and as it manifested, it gave off energy that went to the other person in the exchange. She could see the exchanges. The energy also blended and blurred, shared and moved through the room as people said one thing and meant another. Or if someone spoke to one person but wanted to speak with another. The first person would receive the energy as it was directed to them, but some energy snuck around that person and snaked over to the person that they really wanted to speak with.
     
    Trails and lingering blankets of energy spoke of lots of interactions at many levels.
     
    The staff had their interactions with each other, with the customers and with their bosses, and then there were messages, spoken and unspoken, about their private lives – the stuff people shared with each other and the stuff they kept hidden. And then there were the lies. She hated seeing the details of some people's personal lives.
     
    Some of it was incredibly private and she tried to move on quickly.
     
    And for every action there was always an equal reaction. The energy pushing the message was going to be buffered by the person perceiving or receiving the message. The bottom line was this: everyone left vestiges of themselves behind, and connected to others, and only a few special people understood that some people could see it all.
     
    Some people – like her.
     
    At least when she dropped her walls she could see it all – unless the person protected themselves like Darren had. She refused to drop her walls in public because she'd be inundated with the onslaught. Right now, having