A shiver worked its way down Rosemary’s spine. She knew that Audrey’s own psychic powers had awakened when she came into contact with the ghost of her great-grandfather, but this was the first time she’d ever seen them in action, so to speak. Or at least, she guessed that her friend must be having a vision of some kind, judging by the faraway look in her eyes and the odd timbre of her voice.
At once, Michael shifted so he could look down into her face. He studied her for a moment, then asked quietly, “How do you know this?”
“I just do,” she said in that same dreamy tone.
“All right,” he said, voice calm and reasonable. “Is there anything else you want to tell us?”
A blink, and then she seemed to focus on him, expression growing confused, as if she couldn’t quite understand why her sign
