Free The Collector by Cameron

special talent, just Erika taking her statement.
    “So let me get this straight,” Erika continued. “You didn’t know Mimi Tran?”
    “That is correct.”
    She spoke using this precise diction. He could see she was irritated, as if she’d already gotten wind that they weren’t buying what she was selling. Still, he couldn’t help staring. There was something mesmerizing about her face and its near-perfect symmetry.
    She was dressed simply in jeans and a T-shirt. No makeup—didn’t need it, in his opinion. But there was paint on her hands, like maybe she’d been fixing up the den and dropped the paintbrush in her hurry to run on over to the precinct and tell her story.
    “When I read the article in the paper,” she said, “I realized I had to contact the police.”
    Erika took a moment. Seven recognized that carefully controlled expression on his partner’s face. Erika didn’t like people wasting her time.
    “Because you had a dream?” she prompted.
    “I thought it was a dream, Detective. But after I read the article in the paper, I knew it was more than that.”
    “You’re talking about a premonition?”
    “Yes.”
    “But you called it—” Erika pretended to check her notes “—a vision?”
    Gia Moon didn’t answer right away, but he could see the tension in her shoulders. She wasn’t enjoying the attention. In fact, she looked ready to bolt…which was unexpected. Usually the crazies who showed up with important “evidence” after a story like Tran’s hit the paper couldn’t wait to have their say.
    “You can call it whatever you wish, Detective,” she said.
    Erika didn’t even glance up from her notes. “Actually, I’m using your words, Ms. Moon. In your vision, you saw Mimi Tran being murdered in her home?”
    “No. It wasn’t clear like that. It never is. It’s like a dream, subject to interpretation. I saw a woman in danger. I saw blood—or at least the color red.”
    She seemed to be making an effort to remember—or perhaps edit her words now that she knew she would be held accountable. She glanced down at her fingers.
    There, under her nails, the color of the paint. Red.
    “When I read the story in the paper,” Gia Moon continued, “certain things from my dream suddenly fell into place, making me think it was Mimi Tran’s murder I saw.”
    “You have these often?” Erika asked. “These…visions?”
    Moon frowned. “I don’t see why that would matter, but yes. I often have visions of this sort.”
    He liked that schoolteacher tone. Not many people took on Erika. Seven had to admit it was a bit of a turn-on. Really, it was a shame about the batty part.
    “But this is the first time you’ve contacted the police?” Erika pressed.
    Seven caught a slight hesitation before Gia answered, “Correct.”
    “Why is that, Ms. Moon?” he asked, seeing an opening.
    She turned to look at him. Her smile—shit, he felt it right down to his toes. But he kept his eyes steady, knowing that was one of his talents. Intense interest…the kind that got people to open up.
    “I think that would be obvious, Detective,” she said, still with that devastating smile. Like it was a joke between them. “The police don’t exactly invite my kind of input.”
    “In your dream, Ms. Tran was killed by a demon?” Erika’s tone said it all. And why would we?
    “As I explained, that doesn’t mean she was literally killed by a demon. It could be a representation, a symbol for the killer. He could have a tattoo or it could be a piece of jewelry he wore.”
    “Really?” Erika said. “How very mysterious…and vague.”
    Seven almost cringed before he pulled up a chair and sat down, giving it a shot. “Can you describe the demon?”
    Gia Moon closed her eyes, as if getting a bead on the thing with her “inner eye.” He almost smiled, but stopped himself.
    “Scales,” she whispered. “Red mist. Black, protruding eyes.” She opened her eyes and stared at Seven. “Very large