Page 5 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

The partner was trying to save the wife.

Suddenly, she wasn’t all that upset about what she had to do. For the first time in a long time, she was excited about being able to use her powers.

Twisting her mind and stretching out her reach, she delved deeper, seeing horrible things along her way into his mind.

His drug of choice was coke, and the waitress at the diner still had bruises from where he had manhandled her a little too hard last week when he’d demanded a quicky in the bathroom. Apparently, the wife couldn’t see other men, but the same rules didn’t apply to him.

There was a poker game next week, and he was looking into ways of cheating. Not for money, but because of hatred toward one of the players.

She saw the man in a club, getting a lap dance, his mind full of a haze that only drugs could give him. She saw every disgusting thought that he had as he watched the dancer above him, and she shuddered in response.

She wanted to turn away, to shut her eyes and stop the onslaught of images plaguing her mind, but she held on, and it paid off when she finally got to where she knew she needed to be.

As if in slow motion, she watched as he sat at a desk filling out papers, a lawyer standing beside him, dictating to him where to sign and what each paper was about. She didn’t worry about any of that, though. Instead, she concentrated on the papers splayed out across the desk, the ones that he was signing.

That was what she needed!

They were from a bank in the Cayman Islands, and they had the numbers of several of his offshore accounts. The accounts where he kept his money away from prying eyes, his wife, and his partner.

She quickly recited them in her mind, storing them away before walking back out the way she had come, till she was sitting back in front of him.

“Your partner is loyal, and so is your wife. I see no deceit. However…” She paused, watching as the man’s eyes widened and he leaned in farther.

“Yes?” he asked hungrily, a gleam in his eyes.

“I do think that at next week’s poker game, you should bet higher than normal.” His eyes grew comically wide before a greasy smile broke out over his face.

“I’m going to win?”

“I can’t predict the future.” She could indeed see some of it, though, and he was going to lose. “However, I would bet high.” She gave him a look that she hoped conveyed she meant every word.

It must have worked because a wide smile took over his face, and he thanked her, before practically skipping out the door.

She wrote down the account numbers and handed them to Chuck as he stepped out from behind the curtain.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing.” Chuck didn’t seem to believe her, but he didn’t question her, just took the paper and gestured for the guard to take her back.

Unlike what people thought of physics and seers, she couldn’t do it all the time. She couldn’t maintain the energy while mind-walking in someone’s head. Each time was draining and left her feeling exhausted.

It wasn’t more than a few minutes later, after she had exhaustedly followed Chuck’s man back across the circus to her trailer, and after she heard the lock click as the guard closed the door behind her, that she simply walked over and laid on the bed.

She was too tired to get undressed.

She heard the sounds of the circus get louder as the night routine started in the big tent.

The people cheering and laughing.

Happy.

As she fell asleep, a small smile played on her face, and she hoped that she had done even just a little good tonight.

She couldn’t help the woman escape her husband, but maybe through her work, the husband may just lose something more important to him.

Then sleep took her, and her hope shifted to her own dreams.

Chapter 3

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