Dessert, Destiny, and Death by Meredith Potts

Author:Meredith Potts [Potts, Meredith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-21T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

It would be nice if I could tell you that the rest of my day was fruitful. That Scott and I were able to make great progress with the investigation. That just didn’t prove to be true. We didn’t really get anywhere.

All in all, the case seemed to be going nowhere fast. As five o’clock rolled around, I decided to head home. Meanwhile, Scott was going to stop in at the police station. He would then swing by our favorite fast food joint and pick up some dinner. From there, he would meet me back at my place.

At least, that was the plan. On my drive home, I spotted something that would change the entire course of my evening. I was approaching a stop light when I spotted Miss Clara’s Psychic Parlor.

Normally, I wouldn’t have given that place a second thought. In fact, I had turned a blind eye to that business for years. As I’ve mentioned before, I wasn’t big into astrology. I never read my horoscope. No one had ever read my palm before. I just wasn’t a free spirit like that.

The events of the day had changed my mind. In addition, I got a very strong feeling in my gut as I stared at Miss Clara’s place. My instincts were telling me to pay her a visit.

Would that decision be a mistake? Would it be a giant waste of my time? Possibly. On the flip side, there was a chance that this was exactly what I needed.

All told, it wouldn’t cost me much to find out an answer either way. Forty bucks wasn’t a whole lot to pay to get some peace of mind.

As I swung the door open to Miss Clara’s business, I was greeted by a waiting room that was like something out of a tacky movie set. There were multiple velvet couches, mood lighting, and beads were everything. In addition, ethereal music played over a speaker system.

A bell rang as I opened the door, no doubt signaling to Miss Clara that she had a customer waiting for her.

Just as I was about to take a seat on one of the velvet couches, I heard beads moving.

Miss Clara then entered the waiting room. A thick layer of makeup was caked to her face. She was also still wearing the glittery dress that looked like something out of a music video. To top things off, she had a turban on.

Just like when she had spotted me on the street, her eyes widened as she stared at me.

“It’s you,” Clara said.

“You remember me then,” I replied.

“How could I forget you? I was wondering when you were going to show up.”

“Shouldn’t you have been able to predict that? After all, you are supposedly psychic.”

“Being a psychic doesn’t mean that you know everything about the future. If that was the case, I’d be able to predict the winning lottery numbers. I could then use the winnings to spend the rest of my life lounging on a tropical beach.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“It beats working.

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