Page 52 of Trouble Comes in Threes

Bruce Wayne shifted his attention to her. “I think we should call Jed.”

We were silent as we let the full implications of his statement sink in.

My panic returned. “We don’t do this anymore,” I said in a hushed tone. “We don’t solve murders and protect people.”

Bruce Wayne’s kind eyes looked into mine. He said, “What if this kid really is in trouble? I one hundred percent believe he’s lying and withholding information, but I’m not willing to cut him loose either.” His face grew grim. “What if something else is going on in the criminal underworld? What if you and the kids are in danger?”

Oh, Lordy. What if he was right?

“The vision,” Neely Kate murmured, sounding scared.

“What vision?” Bruce Wayne asked with an anxious look.

I cringed. “I had a vision yesterday. It was in a warehouse, and there were gunshots and a woman on the floor with lots of blood around her.”

“Whose vision was it?” he asked, looking panicked. “Neely Kate’s?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t think so. It just hit me out of the blue when we were at Piney Rest talking to a resident. At first, I thought the woman on the ground might be me—she had dark hair, but the vision was hazy, and I couldn’t see her face. Then, when I tried to force a vision, asking if Neely Kate was going to be in a dangerous situation or if I was about to die, I got nothing. And it was the same with the elderly woman we were visiting yesterday when we dropped by to see her this morning. Honestly, we thought it had something to do with the box we dug up.”

Neely Kate grabbed my hand. “Have a vision now.”

“Okay.” It was a good idea, especially in light of the current situation.

I squeezed her hand and closed my eyes.

Will Neely Kate be caught in gunfire?

Nothing.

Will I be hurt or killed by gunfire?

Nothing.

Will Austin bring danger to me, Neely Kate, Bruce Wayne, or our families?

A vision began to appear, but it was slow to come—something I’d learned meant that the future might still be unsure.

Vision Neely Kate was sitting at my kitchen table between Dermot and me. Dermot had a mug clutched in his right hand, and Vision Rose was looking at him intently. “Do you think this is going to be a problem?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Dermot said.

The vision ended, and I opened my eyes. “Dermot doesn’t know if it’s going to be a problem.”

“You didn’t see yourself dead?” Neely Kate asked, her eyes wide with anxiety.

“No. I had to go through a lot of questions to get an answer, but the one that gave me a vision was when I asked if any of us or our families were in danger. The vision was Dermot sitting in my kitchen saying what I just blurted out.” I filled them in on the rest.

“You weren’t in danger in the vision?” Bruce Wayne asked.

“No.” I ran a hand over my head as I studied the boy. “We need to take him to Dermot.”

“Or we could just call the police,” Neely Kate said.

“The Henryetta Police?” I asked in disbelief. They were as incompetent as ever, and a few of them still tried to pin things on me for old time’s sake.

Bruce Wayne stared at the boy with a frown. “If it happened out at Adkins, then technically, it falls under the sheriff’s jurisdiction.”

I shook my head in frustration. He was right. “Dammit.”

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