revenge“And you"re certain this is the psychic, Madam Zenya?”
“I"ve never seen her actual face, but that"s what she was wearing at St. Mary"s.”
My father interjected. “I haven"t seen her without the headdress either, but Eleanor described her enough that I might confirm her identity, assuming you cover up the rest of her body.”
“If you weren"t my only option and hadn"t witnessed the accident, I wouldn"t permit it; however, we need verification.” April directed my father to approach the edge of the crime scene.
While Nana D and I stood to their side, my dad leaned in and gasped. “I"m not sure. It"s Madam Zenya"s normal attire, what she"d wear to a psychic reading, but I think… I think it"s someone else.”
“Who else could it be?” I whispered to Nana D. “Dad must be confused or not feelin
