Tucker sat at the bar drinking his, and both watched her. She had no
idea what they had discussed before she had gotten up, no idea whether either had
confided in the other.
Some psychic I am! I can’t even get this cursed thing to work for me when I need it
to!
Before she could think of something casual to say, the silence was broken by the distant
sound of a bell ringing below in the shop.
“I forgot to turn the bell on up here,” Sarah said. “It’s past opening time. I’ll—”
“No, I’ll go down and see who it is.” Margo set her cup on the counter and headed
for the door. “Whether we stay open today—well, we’ll see. In the meantime, you relax
and eat your breakfast. Talk to Tucker. See you two later.”
Sarah actually opened her mouth to warn her friend, then closed it even as the door
closed behind Margo.
What should I do?
She had tried to warn David and had only gotten him killed. None of her other warnings
had made the slightest difference. But this, this was so damned specific, maybe it
was different…
“Sarah?”
She looked at him.
“What did you see in Margo’s future?”
She didn’t mean to tell him but heard her own frightened voice respond without hesitation.
“Death.”
Tucker didn’t look surprised, and his voice remained quiet. “Are you sure?”
Sarah drew a breath. “I saw a Richmond newspaper with tomorrow’s date. The front page.
Below the headline, there was a picture of Margo. The headline read,
Local Antiques Dealer Killed.
The first line began,
Local businesswoman Margo James was killed yesterday afternoon in a bizarre accident
that took place in her antiques shop.
”
Drawing another breath to steady a voice that shook uncontrollably, Sarah added bitterly,
“Now you tell me if there’s any way to misinterpret
that
.”
He was silent for a moment. “Which is why she’s supposed to be out of town now?”
Sarah nodded. “I shouldn’t even have let her go down to the shop just now, but…I don’t
know what to do. If I try to keep her out of the shop, if I warn her, I’m afraid I’ll
bring about the accident I want to prevent. Like I did with David.”
“You don’t know that you brought that about. He might have been killed at a railroad
crossing if he had stayed here.”
“Yes—or he might not have. And Margo…I made sure she’d be away, didn’t call her about
the house burning hoping to
keep
her away, but now she’s come back. As if she’s fated to be here, today. It was very
clear, what I saw. An accident, this afternoon, in the shop. But I don’t know exactly
when it’s supposed to happen, or what happens.”
“A bizarre accident,” Tucker mused.
“I couldn’t see what that meant, what actually happened.” Sarah went to pour herself
a cup of the fresh coffee, absently noting that the toast had popped up without her
awareness and was now undoubtedly cold. Leaving it, she fixed her coffee and then
turned back to face Tucker. “It isn’t afternoon yet, and newspapers try to be precise…but
it could happen at any time.”
Tucker frowned. “Wait a minute. Margo is supposed to be out of town, which means you’re
supposed to be the one in the shop. Right?”
She nodded. “It’s just her and me, no other full-time staff. A couple of guys from
the health club nearby help us out moving large pieces of furniture when we need to,
but we do all the rest. Why?”
“Maybe it’s my writer’s imagination at work, but think about this, Sarah. Somebody’s
been watching you recently. You, not Margo. Yesterday your house burns down, probably
due to arson. Today, you’re here—which is where you’d logically be after losing your
house. It’s even logical that you’d probably be downstairs working, to occupy your
mind if nothing else. I mean, if Margo hadn’t showed up, wouldn’t you be down there
now, in answer to that bell?”
“Of course.”
He waited, watching
idea what they had discussed before she had gotten up, no idea whether either had
confided in the other.
Some psychic I am! I can’t even get this cursed thing to work for me when I need it
to!
Before she could think of something casual to say, the silence was broken by the distant
sound of a bell ringing below in the shop.
“I forgot to turn the bell on up here,” Sarah said. “It’s past opening time. I’ll—”
“No, I’ll go down and see who it is.” Margo set her cup on the counter and headed
for the door. “Whether we stay open today—well, we’ll see. In the meantime, you relax
and eat your breakfast. Talk to Tucker. See you two later.”
Sarah actually opened her mouth to warn her friend, then closed it even as the door
closed behind Margo.
What should I do?
She had tried to warn David and had only gotten him killed. None of her other warnings
had made the slightest difference. But this, this was so damned specific, maybe it
was different…
“Sarah?”
She looked at him.
“What did you see in Margo’s future?”
She didn’t mean to tell him but heard her own frightened voice respond without hesitation.
“Death.”
Tucker didn’t look surprised, and his voice remained quiet. “Are you sure?”
Sarah drew a breath. “I saw a Richmond newspaper with tomorrow’s date. The front page.
Below the headline, there was a picture of Margo. The headline read,
Local Antiques Dealer Killed.
The first line began,
Local businesswoman Margo James was killed yesterday afternoon in a bizarre accident
that took place in her antiques shop.
”
Drawing another breath to steady a voice that shook uncontrollably, Sarah added bitterly,
“Now you tell me if there’s any way to misinterpret
that
.”
He was silent for a moment. “Which is why she’s supposed to be out of town now?”
Sarah nodded. “I shouldn’t even have let her go down to the shop just now, but…I don’t
know what to do. If I try to keep her out of the shop, if I warn her, I’m afraid I’ll
bring about the accident I want to prevent. Like I did with David.”
“You don’t know that you brought that about. He might have been killed at a railroad
crossing if he had stayed here.”
“Yes—or he might not have. And Margo…I made sure she’d be away, didn’t call her about
the house burning hoping to
keep
her away, but now she’s come back. As if she’s fated to be here, today. It was very
clear, what I saw. An accident, this afternoon, in the shop. But I don’t know exactly
when it’s supposed to happen, or what happens.”
“A bizarre accident,” Tucker mused.
“I couldn’t see what that meant, what actually happened.” Sarah went to pour herself
a cup of the fresh coffee, absently noting that the toast had popped up without her
awareness and was now undoubtedly cold. Leaving it, she fixed her coffee and then
turned back to face Tucker. “It isn’t afternoon yet, and newspapers try to be precise…but
it could happen at any time.”
Tucker frowned. “Wait a minute. Margo is supposed to be out of town, which means you’re
supposed to be the one in the shop. Right?”
She nodded. “It’s just her and me, no other full-time staff. A couple of guys from
the health club nearby help us out moving large pieces of furniture when we need to,
but we do all the rest. Why?”
“Maybe it’s my writer’s imagination at work, but think about this, Sarah. Somebody’s
been watching you recently. You, not Margo. Yesterday your house burns down, probably
due to arson. Today, you’re here—which is where you’d logically be after losing your
house. It’s even logical that you’d probably be downstairs working, to occupy your
mind if nothing else. I mean, if Margo hadn’t showed up, wouldn’t you be down there
now, in answer to that bell?”
“Of course.”
He waited, watching
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