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retire, then?” I asked.
    Liam shrugged. “Something about his family? There was an article on the town website, but I didn’t really read it. I can pull it up for you if you want.”
    â€œSure.” I dropped my schoolbag on the table next to a free computer terminal. “Thanks.”
    Within seconds I was scanning the article. It was only about six lines long, mentioning Charles Campbell’s years of distinguished service as an officer of the law as well as his earlier status as a high school football hero.
    â€œâ€˜We wish Mr. Campbell the best of luck as he takes this opportunity to spend more time with his family,’” I read aloud. That was it—the article ended there. “Hmm. Not very specific.”
    â€œYeah.” Liam didn’t seem too interested. “So what do you say? Want to play a game?”
    â€œRain check?” I said, still staring at the article.It hadn’t told me much. Oh, well—Gabe wasn’t my biggest problem right now, so I did my best to forget about him. “I wanted to research something today, too, actually,” I told Liam.
    â€œOh.” He looked slightly disappointed. “You don’t really have to start your social studies project yet, you know. Bianca always does all her homework as early as she can. She can’t help herself.”
    â€œIt’s not that.” I hesitated, not sure how much to tell him. Liam already felt like a true friend, but that didn’t mean I was ready to confide in him about my visions just yet. Besides, now that Cassie was involved, it wouldn’t feel right to spill our secret without asking her first. But I had to tell him something . Normally I didn’t like lying, especially to friends. But what else could I do under the circumstances? So I thought fast.
    â€œIt’s more for, uh, personal interest,” I said. “I saw something on TV about people with, like, extrasensory powers and stuff? I wanted to look into it more, you know, see how much of it’s for real.”
    My cheeks were flaming, and I was sure my eyeslooked shifty. Luckily Liam didn’t seem to notice. In fact, his face lit up with interest.
    â€œFascinating!” he exclaimed. “I’ve done a little reading on that subject myself, off and on. I’ll help if you want.”
    â€œSure, thanks.” I closed the newspaper article, then pushed the mouse toward Liam.
    â€œWhat kind of psi powers are you interested in?” Liam prompted. “Like, ESP or telekinesis or what?”
    â€œHow about, um, seeing the future?” Even saying it out loud felt dangerous, like he might guess my secret.
    He nudged my hands off the keyboard and took over, typing fast. “That’s called precognition,” he said as he typed. “There’ve actually been tons of studies about that.”
    â€œReally?” I was surprised. “What kinds of studies?”
    â€œYou know.” He shrugged, grabbing the mouse. “Trying to prove whether it really happens. See?”
    I glanced at the screen. He’d pulled up a site about learning to predict the future through your dreams.
    â€œOh,” I said. “Does that kind of thing only happen in dreams, or can it happen when people are awake, too?”
    â€œSure, either way, I think.” He clicked off the dream page and picked another entry from the search engine. “Here’s one about waking premonitions. . . .”
    For the rest of the class period, I read all kinds of sites about precognition and similar stuff. Some of them seemed almost scientific, while others were kind of out there. But none quite seemed to match what had been happening to me and Cass.
    As I was scanning a parapsychology message board, Bianca came over to ask Liam for help with something. He hurried off with her just as I found an entry with an intriguing title:
    â€œReal Psychics in the UK? A Vision of the Future”
    I opened the