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get Kat back. I had to beg her to come
here. Don’t make this difficult for her.” Grant realized he was
still holding onto Laura’s arm and quickly released it.
    “ Then don’t lie to me about your
relationship,” Laura growled, rubbing her arm.
    “ I am not lying. We are
not dating, we are not seeing each other. We had a bad experience
the last time we worked together. She was kidnapped by the man we
were pursuing and he almost killed her. I killed him in front of
her.” Grant rubbed his face, completely and totally spent. “Please
Laura. Clear and I.. well.. we have a hard time as it is, being
together. Don’t make this harder on her when she only came here to
help.” Grant glowered out onto the small courtyard below. “It was
hard enough to get her to agree to come here. Don’t drive away my
only hope of finding our child.”
    Laura eyed Grant noting the haggard
look around his eyes, the slump to his shoulders. “You don’t think
the police can help?”
    Grant closed his eyes. “Maybe… but our
window of opportunity has closed. Evidence is disappearing for us
every second. You were married to me long enough. You know the
statistics.” He turned on his heel and started to walk back into
the house. Laura grabbed his arm.
    “ And how is that child going to help?”
she scoffed.
    Grant shook his head. “You wouldn’t
believe me if I told you, but it doesn’t matter if you believe. I
have seen what she can do.”
    Comprehension dawned across her face
and her lovely features twisted in disgust. “Oh God. Grant, tell me
she doesn’t claim to be a psychic!” The complete ridicule in her
voice bit into Grant more than anything he could
imagine.
    He was trying to think of
the best retort when they both were startled by a cool calm voice.
“I don’t claim to
be anything,” Clear announced. They both whipped about and stared
at her in surprise. She was standing in the middle of the living
room with her hands on her hips. “Shame on you, Grant, for not
telling her I was coming,” Clear snapped.
    Fabulous, now the two women who
probably hated, at the very least despised, him most in the world
were on the same side. This should be fun.

Chapter Six

    Clear had this intensely itchy feeling
all over her body. She could not explain what it was, but it was
strongest in Kat’s room. She carefully looked through everything of
Kat’s, touching as she went, trying to get something. For the
thousandth time she tried to block out Grant and Laura yelling at
each other in the living room. Of course Grant didn’t tell Laura
about her. That was Grant for you. Clear stopped and stared at her
reflection in Kat’s vanity mirror. She could only see her eyes, for
the mirror was covered in pictures and notes. Her eyes were telling
her that she was an idiot! She wasn’t sure that they were
wrong.
    She looked at each of the photos.
There were a lot with three girls, Kat usually in the middle. There
were several class photos, with more than a few good-looking boys.
There were sticky notes with reminders. Test 10/4 Algebra, what
looked to be a locker combination, Sticky Fingers Friday, 7:30.
There were a variety of notes from friends. You Rock! Party Hearty,
XOXO with a lipstick print. The notes were all in different hand
writing. Clear sighed. Obviously Kat was quite popular. She envied
that. Each picture and note had different memories or images
attached to them. All seemed very happy and fun.
    Clear moved on to a bookshelf in the
corner. The shelf was overflowing with books everything from
Wuthering Heights to Clive Cussler novels. Where books weren’t
stacked, there were knick knacks. A glass ballerina, concert ticket
stubs, a hockey puck, Movie ticket stubs, glass ballerina slippers,
a brick paper weight with her name engraved.
    Running her fingers over the top of
the books, Clear saw images of Kat reading late into the night,
sitting on the balcony reading, curled up on the couch, sitting on
the roof, in the park… all