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been fashioned from a lot of expensive silk scarves, floated into her office. The tiny bells stitched to the bottom of her skirts tinkled.
    “Zoe, dear, I hope you don’t mind me dropping in on you without an appointment.” Tabitha smiled, serenely sure of her welcome. “I would have called but I had to come into town this morning to do some shopping so I thought I’d see if I could catch you. I only need a moment.”
    “Of course I don’t mind.” Zoe immediately switched into client mode. “I don’t have another appointment until eleven. Please sit down.”
    “Thank you.” Tabitha settled into one of the two chairs on the other side of the desk. The scarves fluttered for a few seconds and then obediently went still. “I will come right out with it. I had one of my psychic visions last night while I was traveling on the astral plane. I felt that I had to get in touch with you and Lindsey Voyle as soon as possible so that I could tell you both about it.”
    “I see.”
    Zoe reminded herself that she was in no position to doubt Tabitha’s psychic visions. Nevertheless, it was difficult to take seriously a woman of some sixty years who dressed like a hippie from the latter half of the last century.
    Tabitha’s hair was her most arresting feature. It was silver and gray and it fell down her back and around her shoulders in long, flowing waves. Zoe had heard that there was a fashion rule that dictated that the older a woman got, the shorter her hair was supposed to be cut. Obviously, Tabitha did not believe in following that law of nature.
    “I’ve been thinking about the best way to convey a sense of my personal style and energy-flow requirements to you and Lindsey Voyle. I want you both to have all the vital information you’ll need to draw up your proposals.”
    “Oh.” Zoe tried to think of something more to say but nothing sparkling came to mind. She was suddenly feeling very wary.
    “In my vision I saw you and Lindsey attending a few of my meditation seminars,” Tabitha said. “As soon as the picture flashed into my mind I realized that is the only way that the two of you can possibly come to a full and complete understanding of my unique interior design needs.”
    “Ah.” Zoe swallowed her dismay. She had a hunch that Tabitha’s seminars were not cheap.
    “Do you have any problem with that, dear?”
    Zoe managed a weak smile. “No, not at all. Sounds like a terrific idea.”
    “Wonderful. I’ll look for you at one of my sessions sometime in the next couple of weeks.” Tabitha rose from her chair and dropped a sheet of paper on the desk. “Here’s a time and fee schedule for you.” She wafted toward the door. “Peace to you, dear.”
    “Peace.”

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    Zoe glanced down at the meditation schedule. She had guessed right. The seminars were pricey. She drummed her fingers on the desk for a while. Then she picked up the phone and punched in Ethan’s number.
    “Truax Investigations.”
    “Tabitha Pine just left. She made it clear that I don’t stand a chance at her project unless I attend some of her meditation seminars. They’re expensive but I’ve got a feeling that Lindsey Voyle will probably sign up for a full course as soon as she finds out it’s the ticket to the job.”
    “The cost of doing business,” Ethan said philosophically. “Don’t expect any sympathy from me. Bonnie just called. She wants Truax Investigations to give the Whispering Springs Historical Society a freebie.”
    “What kind of freebie?”
    “I don’t know yet. I have an appointment with the mayor in the morning. Guess I’ll find out then.”
    “Not to change the subject, but I had another confrontation with Pixie Ears this morning. She’s threatening to increase our rent on the grounds that there are now two of us living in the apartment.”
    “You can handle her.”
    “Easy for you to say.”

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