Chapter Sixteen
Argh! Four different women had that same tattoo, not counting Katrina. All of a sudden, I doubted everything I thought I knew. Maybe it had been Katrina’s wrist I saw in the vision, not the killer’s. In that case, looking for the tattoo would be a colossal waste of time. Just when it seemed like I was making progress, another setback hit.
Sam squeezed my hand. “Hey. I know this feels frustrating, but you’re making huge progress. You’ve narrowed your suspect list from every single person in the world to the members of the bridal party.”
I offered him a small smile. “When you put it like that, it doesn’t seem so bad. But what if I saw Katrina’s tattoo when I scryed the mirror, not the killer’s?”
“Close your eyes,” he said.
I obeyed.
“Can you call up the image in your mi
