Telepathy from loved ones.
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She starts to read them out. “Spider web sensation.” She looks up at me. “Do you feel spider webs on your face?”
I frown. “No.” I continue eating.
She continues to read through the list. “Do you see things from the corner of your eye,” she asks.
I roll my eyes. “No.”
“Dreams. We all dream,” she mutters to herself with a shake of her head.
“Erratic temperatures.” She looks up. “Do you feel erratic temperatures?”
“No,” I reply as I sip my wine.
“Sensing emotions?” She raises her eyebrows.
“I am sensing you are horny as hell, if that’s anything?”
“Booya. You got that right,” she mutters as she raises her eyebrows. “Random thoughts?”
“Of course,” I mutter.
“Me, too.” She smirks. “Tricks of light?”
I frown. “Shit, I do get that flashing light sensation thing,” I whisper.
“Oh shit, you do, too,” she replies in thought. “Heightened smell?”
“Nope.”
“Who said that?” she asks.
“Nope. I don’t hear voices.”
“Telepathy from dead people?”
I frown. “No.”
She puts the phone down. “Hmm. I don’t think having one from the checklists means anything.”
I shrug. “I guess.”
She sits back and smiles broadly. “You are not psychic. Stop worrying. It was just a coincidence.”
I watch her face. “Do you really think so?” I ask hopefully.
“Yes.” She smirks. “You’re not weird enough to be psychic.”
I shrug. “Hope so. It’s not really a part of my life plan, you know.”
Brielle laughs out loud. “I think we left our life plans in Australia. Wanking my boss with my foot wasn’t on my agenda, either.”
I shake my head and begin to chuckle at the disturbing chain of events. “This is true.”
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I type the last of my email before lunch and my thoughts go to Brielle. I’m not being completely honest with her and it’s really bugging me. Last night at dinner I told her I have moved in with Alastar and that he has asked me to marry him. She was shocked and appalled but did admit that she has never seen me so happy. What I didn’t tell her is that the wedding is booked for three days’ time, and that, this afternoon, after work, I am going to buy myself something to wear to it. The lift opens and I see the two detectives from the other day walk out and go to Mark’s office. Oh. I wonder what’s going on now. I sit up in my chair and crane my neck to see what they are doing. Mark opens the door to his office and invites them in then the door closes. I quickly look around and get out my phone and type into Google.
What to wear for a casual wedding?
Pictures come up with all sorts of pretty little dresses. Long straight ones, frilly ones, different colors. What color do I want to wear?
White. I want to wear white.
I smile broadly as I imagine Twinkle’s face when he sees me wearing it.
I scroll through the pictures and spot the short, cute styles. I think I want to wear a white short dress with long sleeves—a quirky, trendy, yet sexy little number. Yes. I smile to myself as my eyes flicker out the window. God knows Alastar will look trendy and gorgeous.
I will just leave my hair down and I will need to get shoes, too. What kind of shoes do I want to wear? Hmm, I search for shoes, too, and start to flick through the images of them all. My phone rings and I pick up. It’s Mark.
“Hello, Emerson.”
I smile. “Hi, Mark.”
“Can you come into my office for a minute?”
“Sure.” I reply. I put my phone into my bottom drawer and make my way to his office. The detectives stand on my arrival and shake my hand. “Hello.” I smile nervously. Gosh, police make me nervous.
“Please take a seat.”
I fall into the seat.
“There has been a development in the case.” The taller detective smiles.
“Oh, really. Good.”
“Well, it’s not good,” Mark interrupts as he watches something on the detective’s laptop. “There was another robbery last night.”
My face falls. “Oh… Oh no.” I stammer.
“But the good news is we have security footage.” The detective nods as he gestures to his computer.
My eyes widen. “Oh good.”
Mark continues to watch the footage as he sits back and swings on his chair deep in thought.