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about time you showed up,” she said. Max arched both brows in question, but Destiny turned to Jamie and grasped her hands tightly. Jamie was surprised to find them icy cold.
    “I had a vision.” Destiny glanced to her side. “Ronnie, get lost, this is important.”
    Jamie winced inwardly. Just what Max needed to hear, she thought.
    “The name is Max Holt, not Ronnie,” Max told her.
    “Destiny isn’t talking to you,” Jamie quickly said. “Ronnie is from the spirit world.”
    “Actually, he’s between worlds,” Destiny said. “He doesn’t know he’s dead, so he follows me everywhere.”
    Max simply nodded as though it made complete sense. “Okay.”
    “I’ve been eating garlic pickles all day,” Destiny told Jamie.
    Which explained her breath, Jamie thought.
    “I know it sounds crazy, but when I eat garlic pickles I dream a lot.” She looked from Jamie to Max. “Sometimes I have waking dreams or visions where I see things.”
    “Destiny claims she’s psychic,” Jamie told Max. She wasn’t sure what kind of reaction she expected, but she was surprised when Max merely smiled politely.
    “Nice to meet you, Destiny.”
    “Same here.” Once again, she turned to Jamie. “Anyway, I awoke about an hour ago, and—” She paused and shuddered. “I saw this woman. Her skull was crushed.”
    “You’re right, Destiny,” Jamie said. “A woman was found dead this morning. Remember, we discussed it.”
    “No, Jamie. You don’t understand. I’m talking about another woman. A second victim,” she added. “It hasn’t happened yet.”

 
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
     
    JAMIE FELT A SENSE OF FEAR, A FEELING OF DREAD wash over her. Then she reminded herself she didn’t believe in psychics. Yes, but Destiny had told her things, things that couldn’t be explained. She suddenly realized Destiny was shivering, despite the warm night. “How do you know these women are not one and the same?” Jamie challenged.
    Destiny sneezed. “I just do. The second woman will put up a fight. There will be scratches on the killer’s arms.”
    “Did you see the victim’s face or the face of the killer in your vision?” Max asked, surprising Jamie.
    “Believe me, I tried.”
    “This sounds a little far-fetched,” Jamie said, no longer knowing what to think about the woman’s predictions.
    “It’s true,” Destiny said.
    Max looked thoughtful but remained silent.
    Jamie wanted to send Destiny on her way, but the woman appeared too upset to drive. “Destiny, we need to get you inside,” she said. “You don’t look so good.”
    Max followed them. Jamie noticed he didn’t seem a bit skeptical when Destiny announced that Ronnie was right behind her. Jamie turned and eyed Destiny suspiciously. “If you’re so certain this murder is going to take place, why can’t you see the killer?”
    Destiny paused and looked at her. “I’m blocked, okay? Everything is murky. I don’t know where or when the murder is going to take place, but one thing is for sure—” She suddenly sneezed. “It’s only a matter of time.”
     
    IT WASN’T UNTIL JAMIE HAD GOTTEN DESTINY INside and sat her down in the small kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee that she stopped shivering. “All I keep seeing is this poor woman,” she said. “Fighting for her life,” she added, followed by another sneeze.
    Jamie grabbed several tissues and handed them to her.
    Max leaned in the doorway listening. Jamie gave him a cup of coffee and he quietly thanked her, all the while watching Destiny closely, as though trying to make up his mind about something. Jamie wondered if he was trying to decide whether Destiny was the real thing, and she couldn’t help feeling surprised. Did Max actually believe what she was saying? Of all the people in the world, Max Holt struck her as the last person on earth who would believe in psychics.
    Jamie joined Destiny at the table. She had her eyes closed. “What are you doing?” Jamie asked.
    “Looking for a