Foods, Fools and a Dead Psychic by Maria Grazia Swan

Author:Maria Grazia Swan [Swan, Maria Grazia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horse santuary ranch, Murder, Psychic Medium, skeptics, Romance
Publisher: Echo Canyon Press
Published: 2019-07-25T22:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

IT WAS ALL coming back to me now, the reason I didn’t like to drive anywhere before nine a.m. And yet, here I was, heading straight to the 32nd street entrance of the 51 South. All that because I couldn’t think of any other way to get to Northern and Kassandra’s condo. How crazy is that? Certainly there had to be another way. I blamed my directional brain fog on not getting enough sleep. It was pretty ironic that the loss of sleep was due not to the fear of what the future might bring but to the knowledge of what had already happened.

Sitting in Brenda’s place, the evening before, eating her food and sharing a glass of wine had created the illusion of turning back time. To the way things were, better yet, the way we were. It only lasted the length of the meal. I would lie if I said that Brenda’s confession that she was the one who told Sunny about Celine’s stroll through the Psychic Fair didn’t throw me for a loop.

How did Brenda know? Same way as Kassandra and the detectives, she told me. They all watched the same security camera footage. Sure enough, there was Celine buying something from the magic potions and lotions booth. Of course, after that reveal the elephant in the room was still Tristan’s marital status. All Brenda shared was that while they were legally husband and wife, it was a marriage necessary for legal reasons. That’s all she knew and, most important, all she felt free to share. She did stress that if it was so important to me I should ask Tristan directly. And on that sour note, I washed my plate, put it in the dishwasher and said good night. Ask Tristan directly! As if.

It seemed like my brain fog had been hanging around for a while, as I had a long list of unanswered texts, emails and, more urgent, phone calls. Today was the day, though. The minute I dropped Kassandra off at El Chorro to retrieve her Kia, I planned to make a beeline to the office, grab some coffee and sit in my cubicle until all those past due duties had been satisfied.

Oops, on the way to her condo I nearly bypassed the Northern exit. Apparently while the freeway was the busy place in the morning, traffic on Northern Avenue was flowing smoothly.

I crossed the main entrance of the Northern Star apartment complex and came to a screeching halt. Kassandra was waiting and ready to go. Good girl. I wondered how much she remembered about last evening.

“You may want to take Northern to Sixteenth Street and then south to Glendale Avenue,” she said.

I bet she remembered everything.

I nodded and follow her suggestion. For a while neither of us spoke. Awkward.

“Now you know why,” she said as I made a left on Glendale Avenue.

“Why what?”

“I normally don’t drink hard stuff.”

“Huh, that’s why you got sooo, sooo...”

“So drunk? Yes, and you can say it. I don’t get offended.

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