Free Farsighted (Farsighted Series) by Emlyn Chand Page A

to. I need to learn the truth. Did Dax kill Simmi, or did somebody else? Maybe if I solve this puzzle, I’ll be able to prevent anything bad from happening. Now, I have clues.
    The boy’s name is Dax. He seems to come from a rich family that has servants. And, they’re taking him to a mental hospital called Fairfax. If I can figure out where Fairfax is, maybe I can figure out where Dax is right now. Then all I’ll need to do is keep Simmi away from that place, because whether or not Dax is responsible for her death, I know he’s around when it happens.
    “Mmm! That’s so good,” Shapri says, smacking her lips.
    “See, I told you,” Simmi says, closing the lid of her Tupperware container and pushing it back into her lunch bag with a crinkle.
    The bell rings, announcing the end of the lunch period.
    Shapri rises from the table, “C’mon. Let’s get to class. You know Dr. Brown’s policy on tardiness.”
    “I’ll catch up with you in class. I need to get my chem book from my locker,” Simmi replies.
    “Okay, see you in a little bit,” Shapri says, speeding off and taking her voice with her.
    Once Shapri is out of earshot, Simmi turns to me. “Alex? Did something happen just now?”
    “What? No.” How does Simmi know? I tried so hard not to betray my emotions this time.
    “All of a sudden you got really quiet, and you didn’t answer when Shapri asked you a question, and you looked troubled,” she whispers.
    “Oh, well…” I search for words to explain all these things, but I come up short.
    “It’s Shapri, isn’t it? She made you upset. I know she’s a bit abrupt, but she’s a nice girl. Give her another chance, will you?” Simmi requests, putting her hand on my shoulder as we walk side-by-side down the hall.
    “Yeah, I guess she did upset me. I’ll try harder to get along,” I say, delighted that Simmi has understood the situation; now I don’t need to lie to her.
    She continues to talk to me, but I have a hard time focusing on her words. The only thing I feel is a pulsing sensation of warmth where Simmi’s hand touches my shoulder. She’s still holding onto me, spreading the rapture through my entire body. I can’t think about Shapri or Dax or anything. Instead, I focus on the peace flowing forth from Simmi’s hand.
     

Chapter 6

    Many times the needed solution is right before the traveler’s eyes. If he cannot see it, the lighting of a torch may reveal a previously hidden answer. Behold the power of the flame.
     
    At home, I look up Fairfax Psychiatric Hospital on my talking Web browser. I learn Fairfax is an institution that’s almost two hundred years old and is located in Connecticut. What would Simmi be doing all the way over there? It’s nowhere near here. Does Dax even live in Connecticut, or is he— was he—just sent there?
    I do a search on the word Dax —I try spelling the name every possible way I can think of—Dax, Daks, Dacks. Spelled the first way, I get a whole bunch of information about the German stock market and some more about a comedian named Dax Shepard. The comedian is in his thirties, so I doubt he’s the Dax I’m looking for. Spelled Daks , I find out about a London fashion designer and an info-tech package called, “Data Analysis and Knowledge Spaces.” On my final search, I learn dacks is a trendy slang word for track pants. I file this bit of knowledge away for later.
    I wasn’t really expecting to find out who Dax is, at least not without a last name. Next time he surfaces in a vision—and let’s face it, there’s definitely going to be a next time—I’ll need to listen for more clues. Maybe if I put everything together, I’ll be able to find him before he gets to Simmi.
    Feeling the call to action, I create a new document on my computer and save it as Information , hoping the nondescript name will keep my parents from opening it. I type up everything I know about the Dax-Simmi mystery so far. Normally, I would use my Dragon Naturally