Page 56 of The Hitman and the Psychic

“Sure.”

Only a short distance down the street, Stone pointed out where the AC unit had landed on the sidewalk. “It was right here.”

“Okay. But you go stand next to the building in the shadows.”

His brows rose. “Really?”

“Yes… really. Sunshine, remember?” Stone let me push him into the shadows, and I knelt down to touch the cement, hoping for something, but came up empty as well.

I met Stone’s gaze. “Nope.”

He scowled. “Too bad. Let’s head up to the roof.”

I followed him into the building and exited on the roof. “Stay here in the doorway. Just point out where I need to go.”

Stone sighed before pointing straight ahead. “Look for scuff marks.”

I followed his directions and found them. Kneeling down, I touched the marks, but only got a vague impression of anger. I tried again in several different places, but not one vision opened up to me.

Standing, I wiped my hands on my pants, and returned to Stone at the door. “The person who did this has a lot of anger issues, but that’s all I’m getting.”

Stone let out a breath. “All right. I guess it’s a bust.” He checked his watch. “We missed lunch. Why don’t we grab a sandwich and head back to the apartment?”

“Sounds good.”

Half an hour later, we pulled into the parking garage at Vitality Ventures with a couple of sandwiches, and took our food up to the apartment to eat.

At the door in the hallway, I stopped Stone and laid my hand on the doorknob. “It’s clear.”

Stone unlocked the door and we stepped inside, putting our food on the table. I cleaned up in the bathroom, while Stone got a couple of sodas from the fridge.

Grateful I didn’t have to worry about Stone getting shot, I sat down to eat. Just as Stone finished up, his phone rang. He pulled it out and scowled. “I’ve got to take this.” Throwing his napkin on the table, he pushed his chair back and went around the corner to talk in the living room.

From where I sat, I couldn’t hear him well enough to know what he said, but, from his tone, I knew he wasn’t happy.

I began to clean up, grabbing his sandwich wrapper to throw away. He still had some chips left, so I stepped toward him to see if he still wanted them. I came around the corner and caught sight of Stone as he stood in front of the large, plate-glass window. A sudden vision of him standing closer to the glass window filled my mind. A crack sounded, and Stone fell backwards, shock on his face and blood pouring from his chest.

I blinked out of the vision and found Stone standing in the same spot. With the sunlight streaming into the room, his black t-shirt had turned gray, and the light washed the color out of the room, just like in my vision. Shit! Shit! Shit!

“Stone!” I began to move, hoping I could make it in time. “Drop! Now!”

Before he could respond, I barreled into him. A loud crack sounded, and we both fell to the floor. The glass on the painting behind us shattered, and the painting flew right off the wall.

“What the hell?” Stone’s harsh breath came fast.

I raised my head to glance out the window, but Stone pulled me back down and away from the window. “Stay back. They might take another shot.”

My chest heaved. “But where did it come from? We’re up on the twenty-sixth floor. It was supposed to happen outside!”

“It has to be the building across the street. The upper floors are at the same level as this one.” He felt at his pocket and swore. “Dammit, my phone.”

The device lay in a bright patch of sunshine in easy view of anyone waiting to take another shot. A whistle of wind came throughseveralbullet holes in the window, sending a shiver down my spine. Holy hell.

“We need to move.” Stone tugged on my arm. “Stay low and crawl to the kitchen. We should be safe there.”

I followed his lead and breathed easier after making it to safety. Stone jumped to his feet, ready to rush out the door.

“Wait.” I got to my feet. “Where are you going?”

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