It was always the same, a foggy mist clearing to a mélange of images, sounds, words, and sometimes smells, then an abrupt sensation of falling into cold water shocking her awake. She gasped for breath. Another vision about Thomas Brock’s law offices—this one about Evelyn Love. Poor girl. Nika had read in The San Francisco Chronicle about the vicious attack on her at the Thai restaurant. But that had been some time ago and hadn’t been preceded by a warning vision. Visions were like that—not always timely or helpful, even when you could make out what they were about. This one was a vision of warning, but not of danger—a heart pumping hot red blood, with an irregular beat that eventually slowed, the blood it pumped cooling. A classic sign of unrequited passion or struggles of the heart. Clearly, Evelyn faced conflict and turmoil in her love life. That kind of thing would be useful enough for Nika’s paying clients, but was hardly urgent or concrete enough to get her an audience with a stranger.
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