A life would never be the same.
Crack. Boom.
Danger!
My heart clogged my throat. Breathing became a struggle.
A prophecy. This was another vision.
I felt it now. The sensation familiar and yet . . . new.
But what was the danger? Whose life would never be the same?
Stupid gift.
What was the point of having a GUT if it was so damn vague I could never understand what it meant until after the fact?
Crack!
I flinched, scampering backward to crouch against one of the larger blocks. The boom of the thunder rolled over me, slow and relentless.
I stared over the landscape.C’mon GUT. Show me something useful.
Nothing.
Crack! Crack! Boom!
Again. Nothing.
Okay, maybe I needed to mix the trance thing with the lightning. As I had done earlier, I willed my mind to clear. Unfortunately, my poor brain was too full of Babbo and feeling sorry for myself.
CRACK!
A jagged bolt sheered through the sky, tearing apart the atmosphere as it went. The scent of ozone filled the air. Thunder crashed.
A vision flashed before my eyes.
Searing into my retinas. Impossible to misunderstand or ignore.
A scene of black, white and red.
The black of night.
The white of Jack’s shirt.
The red of blood.
Jack’s lifeless eyes, staring through me.
TWENTY-TWO
Jack
There was a man on my estate. I could see him with the infrared heat-sensing cameras. He crept along on my surveillance monitor, something bulky held close to the right side of his body.
I had already called the police about the intruder, but that had been nearly an hour ago. The police were taking their time in arriving.
In the meantime, I watched the man and waited.
