Zach and Dix spent their time snapping at everyone, tracking down clues on the copycat killers and placating the Director and the press. She hadn’t seen Zach for more than an hour at a time, and none of it had been with just the two of them. Most of his nights were spent on surveillance shifts or doing some other work she wasn’t privy to. Not that she hadn’t kept busy. She’d spent most of her spare time practicing exercises to develop her gifts. So between having visions and using her phantom touch, Cassidy had a week-long throbbing headache. On the upside, she now knew more about Zach’s grandmother. It made her sad that she’d never meet the generous woman she’d come to know through her psychic practices with the ring. On the downside, Kathy was still upset from when Cassidy mentally nudged her, causing her to drop an entire batch of Dix’s date pinwheel cookies onto the tile floor. Kathy, always easy going, tended to be very protective of her baking. Cassidy telling Kathy she’d helped her hone her phantom touch hadn’t placated her friend one bit. Go figure.
