A study group of about sixteen young people came in all at once. They each wanted something different, and they took up just about every seat in the café. Once they left, the lunchtime rush came in. As soon as things started to slow down, Min and Amalia paid us a visit, which was a refreshing and much-needed break from all the talk of mediums and murder. After they left, our after-work and evening crowd came in a steady stream until finally we turned around the CLOSED sign and locked the door. Before I could speak, I saw a strange movement outside the big window. I stepped a little closer and peered through the glass. I had to cup my hands around my eyes to cut down on the glare, then I saw a cat crossing the street. It froze for a second and looked my way. Then it darted into the shadows. “What it sees, she knows!” I heard Treacle’s warning in my head. I couldn’t be sure it was the same tuxedo cat that had been at my house, but none of us were willing to take any chances.
