Page 39 of Trouble Comes in Threes

She gave me a commiserating look. “I guess there was a whole lot of male nonsense going on last night.” She obviously thought Joe and I had fought as well, and I was about to correct her when she said, “Do you want to force a vision to see if you can figure out whether the woman was you?”

Lordy, why hadn’t I thought of that yesterday? “Yeah. That’s a good idea.” I walked over to her desk and grabbed her hand as I sat on the edge. Closing my eyes, I asked the universe if I was going to get shot in a warehouse with Neely Kate watching.

And got a big fat nothing.

I then asked the universe if I was the woman in the vision I’d had yesterday.

And got more nothing.

I opened my eyes and said, “Nothing.”

She shook her head. “What does that mean?”

I grinned at her. “It wasn’t me.”

She grinned back at me, her eyes wide. “It wasn’t you?”

“No.”

“Then who was it?”

My sudden elation burst, and I sobered. “I don’t know.”

“So what do you want to do?”

I knew what she was really asking me. Did I want to save the person I’d seen in my vision?

I considered telling her about my dream two nights ago, but it seemed crazy now that I thought about it. I could only remember fragments of it, and the similarities were probably a coincidence. I’d already come off looking like a fool yesterday when I’d hightailed it home. I’d look even sillier if I suggested I’d dreamed about the murder first.

“I need to have another one,” I said. “The person who got shot might not have been me, but the vision was probably of your future, which means you’re in danger, Neely Kate. I need to have another vision and ask about you, not me.”

Her face paled, but she looked reluctant. “I don’t know.”

“Neely Kate!”

She took a breath and released it. “Okay, but don’t be asking anything about my baby.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

She held out her hand again. “Then okay.”

I grasped her hand and closed my eyes, asking the universe to show me if Neely Kate was going to be in danger in a warehouse, adding the last part on at the last moment. If she had another ectopic pregnancy, she could very well be in danger, and I might see that moment instead.

But the universe showed me nothing.

I opened my eyes and shook my head.

“I wasn’t in a warehouse?” she asked.

“No.”

“Maybe we changed something,” she said in confusion.

“Maybe. Or it could have been Miss Adolpha’s vision.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I know it seems weird, but…”

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