Page 101 of The Hitman and the Psychic

I laughed. “He could try, but he’s no match for you.” I turned on the next street and made my way toward Brandon’s office on the south side of town.

“What does Brandon do, anyway?”

“He works for a plumbing company. He’s an accountant and does the payroll.”

“Does he usually go out for lunch?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. If he does, we’re early enough that we can catch him.”

A few minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot in front of his building. Part of me did not want to go inside, but, this time, Nate was with me, and that gave me the courage to get out of my car.

I still found it hard to believe that Brandon would try to kill me, but who else could it be? I stepped inside, with Nate right behind me.

The receptionist glanced up, and her eyes widened. “Serenity?”

“Hi, Katie.”

“It’s been a while. How are you?”

“I’m good. Is Brandon around?”

“Let me see.” She picked up her phone and glanced at Nate. If anything, her eyes got even bigger. She punched in Brandon’s extension and waited for him to pick up. “Hey, Brandon, you have some visitors. Can you come down?” She listened before replying. “Yeah… it’s Serenity… and… some guy.” She glanced my way and nodded. “Sure…I’ll tell her.”

She put the receiver down and gave me a fake smile. “He’s not available right now, but he’s happy to talk to you after work.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.” My phone buzzed with a notification. I took a quick glance and found it was from Brandon.Sorry babe, but I’m busy. Let’s meet up after work. I’ll come to the house. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this is the news I’m hoping for. TTYL.

I huffed out a breath and motioned to Nate. “Let’s go.” He followed me out the door and into the parking lot. “Guess he’s too busy to talk right now, but he sent me a text saying that he wants to come over to the house after work. Should I tell him to come?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

Nate nodded. “If I wasn’t going to be there, I would say no, but since I am, we can do things our way.”

“Okay.” I sent the text, and Brandon responded with a thumbs up. “Hey… there’s his car. Does it look like the same one that tried to run me down last night?”

“It’s a sedan, so it could be.”

“Maybe I should touch it.”

“Good idea.”

I wandered over to the car, not expecting anything to happen. Still, it was worth a try. Concentrating on Brandon, I touched the door handle and closed my eyes. Nothing happened at first. Then the darkness changed to a green lawn with trees and headstones. Brandon stood in front of a headstone, and I realized it was the same one I’d seen several months ago when he’d freaked out.

This time, I concentrated on the headstone, and my heart stopped. It read, “Serenity Jones, Beloved Wife.” Gasping, I jerked my hand away and stepped back. Nate’s arms circled me, keeping me from falling.

“What?”

“It was me. The headstone…” I met Nate’s gaze. “Remember the vision that freaked him out? It wasn’t his great-aunt; it was me.”

Nate glanced at Brandon’s building. “Come on. Let’s talk about this in the car.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to my car.

After we were both inside, I could breathe again. “I guess that answers who tried to kill me last night.”

“Yeah… no kidding.”

I shook my head. “But why? It makes no sense.”

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