Chapter Fifteen
After we split up, I sat briefly in my minivan, searching for a psychic hit that wasn't there. Despite the many abilities I'd been given, a psychic connection to my own kids was not one of them.
For now, I was just a mom with a missing daughter.
I had just put the vehicle into gear, mentally going through a list of her friends and where they lived, when my cell phone rang. I gasped and swerved a little and reached for my cell.
Kingsley Fulcrum.
Shit.
I switched on my Bluetooth. "Hey."
"Sam! I just got your text. Have you found her?"
I had indeed sent him a text, but now I regretted doing so. Kingsley Fulcrum was the last person I wanted to think about now.
"Not yet," I said, as I turned right onto Commonwealth. My sister lived closer to downtown than I did. People were everywhere. I scanned the streets.
"I'm coming out now. Where are you?"
"No," I said. "Don't come."
"What - "
"I sent you that text an hour ago. Where were you?"
He paused only briefly, but tellingly. "I was with a client."
"I'm sure you were, big guy. And don't worry, we've got it handled."
"Sam - wait! Are you saying you don't want my help?"
"That's what I'm saying," I said.
"Sam - "
But I had already clicked off.
I sat back and gripped the wheel and wound slowly through downtown Fullerton, knowing that I could have used Kingsley's help, and knowing that I was allowing the hurt in my own heart to possibly get in the way of such help.
But I just couldn't see him. Or talk to him.
Not now. Perhaps not ever.