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Glancing over, he focused on Elizabeth.

“Sunshine, it’s for you,” he said, trying not to laugh at the lunacy of the whole situation. If this didn’t push Elizabeth over the edge, nothing would.

As she stood there, she couldn’t believe it.

Of course, it was for her.

Apparently, Scotland did have door-to-door psychics.

And this one was looking for her.

Oh, boy.

Chapter Fourteen

Ravensmire

The Visitor

Morning Time

Well, call the whole situation crazy, but Elizabeth was pretty sure this topped the list with a drive-by psychic visitation without wanting one. This was absolutely new to her, and completely unexpected.

This was the last thing on her BINGO card for today—or any day.

A psychic stopping by to see her?

Unrequested?

What exactly was going on out in the world where the universe would call up one so willy-nilly, and for her, of all people?

Don’t get her wrong. She was accustomed to psychics. In her life, more often than not, she’d had people, mostly suspects, pop up saying they spoke to the dead.

And they didn’t.

Instead, it ended up that they caused people to be dead.

The only ones she legitimately trusted were the Littlemoons, and that was because she knew they were not only accurate, but Trey, Tori’s spirit guide, liked to haunt her house.

Way.

Too.

Much.

Come to think of it, she had a lot of haunted houses in her life, like three too many, at this point.

Glancing over at her, Sarah pointed.

“Are you Elizabeth?” she asked.

Oh, boy.

Now, she had to ask questions.

“Maybe. Why do you want to know? And more importantly, who sent you?” she asked, going there.

She was pretty sure that no one there would have called a psychic, let alone told them she was there.