Page 45 of Chasing Dreams
“What color?”
“Dark green. The bathroom light is on. It—it smells like...”
“Like what?”
“Hair dye. She just dyed her hair.”
“What color?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you her?”
“Yeah. But I can’t see me—her. Her feet hurt. She stands a lot at her job.”
“Is she afraid?”
“No.”
“What else? What else is in the room?”
“He’s not there right now, but a guy’s staying there with her. His shoes are by the door. The TV’s on.”
“What’s on?”
“She’s flicking channels, a program about sea otters, a game show, Blippi...’”
“Who?”
“Blippi. I’ll tell you later.”
“What else?”
“A movie. I’ve seen it before.... It’s...oh, it’s one of those dinosaur movies with Chris Pratt. There’s the news. WMBB, channel 13.”
“Perfect, baby,” he said. “What’s on the news? Did they say the date?”
“No. She flicked passed it.” Shaine stayed with the vision until nothing more unfolded.
She let it go and turned to Austin. He’d unthinkingly called her “baby.” The endearment made her wish it hadn’t been a slip.
“She wasn’t afraid?” he asked. “There was no one with her?”
“No.”
He rubbed his neck. “Maybe if we try it again later. Or tomorrow.”
“Why, what did you want me to see?”
“What happened to her. Who killed her. What else?”
“No one killed her. She’s not dead.”
“How can you say that? How can you sound so sure?”
“I don’t know. I knew that boy was dead, didn’t I? And I knew the girl yesterday was dead. This woman is not dead. She’s in that motel room.”
In agitation, he jumped up and stood in front of the fireplace, a frown gracing his otherwise handsome features.
