“How long were you standing there?” I asked.
“I walked in just in time to see the flight of the wounded flamingo.” Jimmy flapped his arms mockingly.
“Oh!” I huffed exasperate.
“I wish I’d recorded it with my phone,” Jimmy laughed, “it was YouTube funny.” I blushed with humiliation. “It was kind of cute.” Jimmy said, flashing a flirty smile. “You can fall on my like that.”
I punched his arm playfully and said, “Not unless you stop talking about it!”
“Seriously, why was Mr. Hot Cop there?”
“Oh yeah.” My spirits suddenly dropped. “They found Skye.”
“Oh man!” Jimmy smacked the steering wheel.
“Everything you saw was dead on.”
“You know, sometimes being right is the worst part of having the sight.” Jimmy often called his ability the sight or the gift . In the months following the Carson Kittheridge incident, Jimmy called it the curse. “Do the police have any leads?”
“No and they found another girl with her,” I said.
“Three women.” Jimmy said, shaking his head.
“The other girl was still in her teens. She wasn’t even and adult. Jimmy it’s so sad.”
“It is.”
“You haven’t had any more visions have you?”
“No. I’ve played Saturday’s vision over and over trying to remember something else.”
“Like what?”
“Something I missed. Something that could have saved Skye, but I guess it’s no use now.”
He began to accelerate as he merged the BMW onto I-465. The interstate became gridlocked at rush hour. I feared we wouldn’t make our reservations. “We did what we could to warn Skye,” I said, although I felt the same.
I wondered if I could have done something more to save Skye. The conversation became somber as we sat in traffic. I changed the subject to lighten the mood. “What’d you do today?” I asked.
“I did readings all day,” Jimmy said. “You know that.”
“I do, but did anything unusual happen?”
“Why?” He asked, skeptically.
“Boy, you call me oblivious ,” I said, frustrated. “I’m trying to change the subject. I want to enjoy our evening, not talk about the sadistic murders of innocent women.”
“Sorry ,” He said. “Let’s see.” Jimmy tapped his chin as he searched for an agreeable anecdote. “Well, there was this one funny thing that happened.”
“Really? What?” I urged, pleased to move past conversation of murder.
“I have a client that I see on a regular basis. She’s pretty wealthy.”
“Do I know her?” I asked.
“Maybe.” He replied, with a shifty smile. Whenever I asked about his clients, Jimmy always responded in a furtive manner.
“Go on ,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“As you can imagine, she always looks glamorous. In my mind I kept seeing her look like a peasant. She wore tattered overalls, boots, and a straw hat. Her hair was a mess and she had mud all over her. The funniest thing was that she had thousands of frogs all around her.”
“Is she getting ready to lose all her money?” I asked, concerned.
“That’s what I thought. I stressed over how to tell this woman, who’s dripping in diamonds, that she’s about to go broke.”
“What happened?” I asked, intrigued.
“I was quiet for a long time and finally the woman said ‘ Jimmy, Darling, I know its bad news so just say it!’.” Jimmy said, in an exaggerated voice. He laughed. “So I told her exactly what I saw.”
“Did she freak out?”
“No, she started laughing.”
“Laughing?”
“Yes! ‘
“I walked in just in time to see the flight of the wounded flamingo.” Jimmy flapped his arms mockingly.
“Oh!” I huffed exasperate.
“I wish I’d recorded it with my phone,” Jimmy laughed, “it was YouTube funny.” I blushed with humiliation. “It was kind of cute.” Jimmy said, flashing a flirty smile. “You can fall on my like that.”
I punched his arm playfully and said, “Not unless you stop talking about it!”
“Seriously, why was Mr. Hot Cop there?”
“Oh yeah.” My spirits suddenly dropped. “They found Skye.”
“Oh man!” Jimmy smacked the steering wheel.
“Everything you saw was dead on.”
“You know, sometimes being right is the worst part of having the sight.” Jimmy often called his ability the sight or the gift . In the months following the Carson Kittheridge incident, Jimmy called it the curse. “Do the police have any leads?”
“No and they found another girl with her,” I said.
“Three women.” Jimmy said, shaking his head.
“The other girl was still in her teens. She wasn’t even and adult. Jimmy it’s so sad.”
“It is.”
“You haven’t had any more visions have you?”
“No. I’ve played Saturday’s vision over and over trying to remember something else.”
“Like what?”
“Something I missed. Something that could have saved Skye, but I guess it’s no use now.”
He began to accelerate as he merged the BMW onto I-465. The interstate became gridlocked at rush hour. I feared we wouldn’t make our reservations. “We did what we could to warn Skye,” I said, although I felt the same.
I wondered if I could have done something more to save Skye. The conversation became somber as we sat in traffic. I changed the subject to lighten the mood. “What’d you do today?” I asked.
“I did readings all day,” Jimmy said. “You know that.”
“I do, but did anything unusual happen?”
“Why?” He asked, skeptically.
“Boy, you call me oblivious ,” I said, frustrated. “I’m trying to change the subject. I want to enjoy our evening, not talk about the sadistic murders of innocent women.”
“Sorry ,” He said. “Let’s see.” Jimmy tapped his chin as he searched for an agreeable anecdote. “Well, there was this one funny thing that happened.”
“Really? What?” I urged, pleased to move past conversation of murder.
“I have a client that I see on a regular basis. She’s pretty wealthy.”
“Do I know her?” I asked.
“Maybe.” He replied, with a shifty smile. Whenever I asked about his clients, Jimmy always responded in a furtive manner.
“Go on ,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“As you can imagine, she always looks glamorous. In my mind I kept seeing her look like a peasant. She wore tattered overalls, boots, and a straw hat. Her hair was a mess and she had mud all over her. The funniest thing was that she had thousands of frogs all around her.”
“Is she getting ready to lose all her money?” I asked, concerned.
“That’s what I thought. I stressed over how to tell this woman, who’s dripping in diamonds, that she’s about to go broke.”
“What happened?” I asked, intrigued.
“I was quiet for a long time and finally the woman said ‘ Jimmy, Darling, I know its bad news so just say it!’.” Jimmy said, in an exaggerated voice. He laughed. “So I told her exactly what I saw.”
“Did she freak out?”
“No, she started laughing.”
“Laughing?”
“Yes! ‘
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