Page 21 of Line of Sight (Second Sight #4)

WHEN I saw Greg’s name pop up on my phone’s screen, I was so tempted to ignore it. Until common sense prevailed.

It could be important.

Yeah, I doubted that.

“What can I do for you, Greg?”

“I had a couple of visitors. Brad’s brother and that psychic.”

“And?”

“ And they were asking a lot of questions about Scott and Brad.”

Apparently their investigations had begun. I smiled. I hoped my gift had had something to do with it. Then it hit me. “Scott?”

“Yeah. Apparently they’re looking at cold cases. His is one of them.”

Unexpected, but nothing I couldn’t deal with.

“You kept your cool, I hope.” I found the silence that followed a little disconcerting. “You didn’t mention my name at least. The number one rule, remember? That one is a deal-breaker.”

Greg snorted. “Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I didn’t. But they’re suspicious.”

“Let them be. They can’t connect you to the murder, not when you were on camera in NYC the night before. If they come back, say nothing. I mean it.” I ended the call, annoyed to have my time wasted.

As if Mitchell and Porter could even get close. I went back to my emails, pushing them from my mind, but then I thought again.

Greg was an idiot and a liability. I wasn’t concerned that the police might come closer to discovering the truth, however. I was more concerned they’d get there too quickly, before I had time to enjoy the game. A game which had only gotten started and was already beginning to lose its appeal.

I knew the signs. I needed some new thrill, something else to excite me.

And then I realized such a thrill lay within reach. The idea had come to me the previous month. It’s amazing how little insignificant details take on greater importance when studied later.

I had a plan.

All I had to do was make it happen.

I reopened the email from Sean Nichols in which he’d thanked everyone for making the evening of the charity ball such a success. I couldn’t care less how many thousands of dollars the ball had raised for charity.

What did pique my interest was the invitation at the end of the email, where he said we were welcome to “pop in at the hotel and have a coffee, talk about old times, new times….”

A chat with Sean might prove useful, especially if he could shed light on the investigations. He’d invited Mitchell and Porter to the ball, hadn’t he? He’d been dating Brad. It stood to reason they might take him into their confidence.

It was time for coffee with a former classmate.