The monkey showed me an image of myself holding a small paper tray of beignets. Just as it had when he’d shown me Logan and Veronica, the scene lasted only a couple of seconds and, like before, the colors of the image were reversed at first then shifted back to normal. This time, most of what I was seeing was in muted duotone. The exception being the object the monkey was sitting on. It was glittering purple and looked like part of a Mardi Gras float. I saw myself step toward the float. Smiling, I held up the beignets. I didn’t get it. He wanted me to bring him beignets? It would be easy enough. I’ll gladly trade you a couple of pastries for info on Veronica. The image winked out the instant I thought of the missing woman. It was like the monkey’s mind had gone blank. Then, suddenly I was hit with a surge of absolute, bone-numbing fear so strong I flinched away with a gasp. What the . . . ?
