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A gasp escaped me before I could stop it.
“What’s happening?” Tiffaneigh said. “What do you see?”
“I don’t understand,” I said. “Why would Brad’s mother kill Professor Zimm?”
Brad’s voice answered from the doorway. “Mom hated Professor Zimm. She couldn’t believe she’d failed me, even after Mom offered to make a sizable donation to the science department. Didn’t matter that I never did the work. She refused to accept no for an answer.”
The sight of him made me jump. Eyes wide, hair disheveled. Looking, to be perfectly honest, quite a bit like the vision I’d had of his mother after she’d committed the murder. In his hand, he held a pistol. I was no g*n expert, but it looked like the same one Lacey held in the image across from me. Which had vanished from the mirror.
This couldn’t be
