It was hard to tell what had happened because I was viewing the scene zoomed in, as if my senses were focused on each small detail. Dark hair. Sticky crimson blood. A green canvas-like piece of cloth poking through the hair. It looked like some kind of tie, but I wasn’t sure. I squinted and strained to pull back and see more of the scene. I needed more information. The image flickered before a slightly more removed perspective flashed before me. It only lasted a second, but it was enough. I knew exactly who the Fear Gorda would try to kill next. “It’s Elle!” I cried, releasing the vision and refocusing my eyes on Casek. “I saw her lying in a pool of blood—it was her brown hair and the green apron she wears at the coffee shop.” My words were frantic. Casek placed his hands on my upper arms
