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She was trying to find something that would let her help.
                  Putting everything back where she’d found it, Darcy tried to decide what she should do next.  It was obvious that Laura hadn’t left a note lying around that said, “My name is Izzy McIntosh and I need help.”  There had to be some other way to find out what was really going on with her.  Izzy McIntosh was supposed to have killed her husband.  Darcy didn’t believe it.  It didn’t fit what she had seen in her vision.  Not to her mind, anyway, but Jon was right.  She needed some way to prove it.
                  “Oh,” she said, as a thought suddenly occurred to her.  If Izzy’s husband was dead, Darcy could probably reach out to him on the other side and ask him how he died.  All she would need was something personal of his to guide her through the murky pathways of the afterlife.
                  Maybe there would be something downstairs, something she missed.  Izzy must have kept some personal items from her past.  Even someone on the run must have something that reminded them of who they used to be.
                  She started back down the hallway to the stairs.  That’s when she heard a woman scream.
                  It was followed by the sound of the front door swinging wide and slamming into the wall, and the muffled voice of a man swearing.  “Stop it, you’re hurting me!” she heard Laura yelling.  Alex—Lilly—was screaming, too.  “Don’t hurt my mommy!  Don’t hurt my mommy!”
                  Darcy didn’t think.  She ran down the stairs as quietly as she could and then snuck along the wall until she could see into the kitchen where Izzy had been thrown to the floor.  Two plastic bags of groceries had spilled around her, oranges and boxes of kids’ cereal and a broken jar of spaghetti sauce.  A man stood over her, tall and dark, wearing a long dark coat and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.
                  Darcy knew him.  The man from her vision.  She was sure of it.
                  Lilly threw her eight year old body over her mother, crying hysterically and still pleading for the man not to hurt her mommy.
                  The man raised a gun.
                  “Everyone, he’s in here!” Darcy shouted as loud as she could, making sure to bang into the wall and push an end table over and make as much racket as possible.  “Call the police!”
                  It was probably one of the stupidest things she had ever done in her life, she thought to herself.  Even so, it worked.  The man’s head jerked up at the commotion and then he spun around and raced out the front door.  He was gone.
                  Darcy rushed into the kitchen.  “Izzy, are you all right?” she asked.
                  Izzy’s eyes grew wider.  “What did you call me?”
                  “It’s all right,” Darcy said to her.  “Yes, I know who you are.  I’m not going to tell anyone.  Um.  Well.  Other than my boyfriend.  He knows.”  She turned to the little girl disguised as a boy, still hugging tightly to her mother.  “Hello, Lilly.”
                  Lilly didn’t smile, but she sniffed her tears away a little and whispered, “H-hello.”
                  Izzy stood up, picking Lilly up with her.  “I can’t believe this.  Oh, I can’t believe this.  First he finds me, then you!  We’re not safe here.  We’re not safe anywhere!”
                  Darcy went to the phone hanging on the wall.  When she picked it up and started dialing, Izzy rounded on her.  “What do you think you’re doing?”
                  “We need to call the police.  That guy might not be fooled by my trick for very long.”
                  “Trick?  What trick?  Where are