“Beck? What’s going on? You look like you just got hit by a bus.”
I lifted my eyes from my phone and met Jen’s concerned gaze. “I’m not sure. Have a look.”
I passed her my phone and wrapped my arms around my stomach, my fingers digging hard into the flesh just above my elbows. Aunty Mommy might not be hanging around as a ghost, but she definitely wasn’t entirely gone.
Jen gave a silent whistle as she scrolled through the pictures.
“Garden party? Is she talking about Lydia’s ex?”
“Think so.”
“You believe her? Think she really is psychic?”
“Psychic?” Luke and Mikey echoed at the same time.
I nodded at Jen, ignoring the two men. “I do.”
She’d scanned through the documents, her brow furrowing. “What do the entries even mean? And what kind of business would your aunt be doing with this Mitzi bitch?”
“Fuck if I know, but it can’t be good. Mixing Mitzi and Aunty Mommy would be a cocktail of napalm and agent orange with a chaser of nuclear waste.”
“Why do they think Lindsey wants to see you right now? Is it related to that bad thing she predicted?”
“Who the fuck knows?” But I’d taken back my phone and tapped out the question.
“Bad thing?” Luke said. “Can someone explain what the fuck you’re talking about? I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone.”
“Hush,” Jen said. “Let the grownups talk.”
Rhi replied to my text almost instantly.I don’t know, but please hurry. Lindsey’s in a state and I’m afraid she could have a heart attack or something if she doesn’t see you soon. We’re at the shop.
I showed Jen the message. “I’ve seen her when Lindsey has a vision. It really is scary. Rhi and Lorel have to be crazy worried. I’d better go.”
“I’m coming with you. Give me a minute to grab Stacey.” Jen slid away through the crowd.
I glanced at my watch. Stacey’s shift wasn’t over, but she wouldn’t care. She’d drop everything and come instantly.
“Are you going to explain what’s going on now?” Luke asked, dark brows arched. “What’s this shit about psychics?”
“A psychic I recently met is having a vision and wants to see me,” I said, as I typed a text telling Rhi I’d be there as soon as I could.
“Seriously? You believe in that shit?” Luke asked incredulously.
“Not only that, I believe in ghosts and witches.” I winked at him. Mostly to fuck with him. Now he wouldn’t know if I was serious or not.
“Is there a problem?” Mikey asked, his gaze calculating. He’d morphed into cop mode, but surprisingly, didn’t have the disdainful look I half expected to see. Maybe he was figuring out magic was real, and therefore had to entertain the possibility that psychics could be real, too.
“I guess I’ll find out when I get there.”
“It’s one in the morning,” Mikey pointed out.
Irritation flashed through me. “Congratulations on learning to tell time, only you got it wrong; it’s only midnight thirty.”
He ignored my sarcasm. “Just saying it’s late. Most things can wait until morning, unless it’s an emergency.”
“Your point?”
“If you’re willing to cancel your plans and hightail it over to see them, I’m wondering just how dangerous the situation might be.” Steel glinted in his eye.
