“I’m serious,” she said. “I think my dream was a prediction.” “Okay,” I said with patience I reserved for paying clients. “Lay it out for me. Tell me what you think the dream meant. Why Charlie Sheen?” “Not him. His initials. C.S.? Crime scene? I think you were in the dream because you knew Laycee. And she was murdered at your ex-husband’s house. I didn’t get the cheerleader part until I heard Billy say she wanted to audition for his show. Competition, get it? A lifeboat is on water. Escaping a leaking ship, right? I think a plumber killed her.” Gretchen walked up and stuffed her purse in a cubbyhole. Over her shoulder she said, “A plumber killed who?” “Didn’t you hear the news?” Tess said. “The woman here with Kyle on Tuesday was the one who got stabbed to death at Jarret Cooper’s house.” “You knew her?” Gretchen said. Tess gestured at me. “Liz did. I had a psychic vision about the killer’s identity in my dream last night.” “What did you see?”
