CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE :DECEMBER, 2011
It was about four in the afternoon before Alex and Jen could settle down for bed, after their somewhat unusual day, especially the call from Lucy. When they awoke, around two in the morning, Alex realized that he had not only slept a comfortable, dreamless sleep, but that he had also not experienced another vision. On top of this, his headache was gone. He felt good, but wondered if the visions had ended and, if so, why?
Later on that morning, he received a call from Adrian. The Identity sketch had been shown on the television news the previous evening and, to Adrian’s relief, there had been a response. “Sixty-eight year old Margaret McTaggart, a Scottish woman living in London, had seen the news and realized that the two dead men were her only sons, fo
