Page 8 of Line of Sight (Second Sight #4)

I WAS surprised to see Amy’s name pop up on my phone. The ball had been over a month ago, and I hadn’t heard a peep from any of them.

Unless this is one of those calls.

I doubted it. Her life was pretty sweet right then.

“Good evening. What can I do for you?”

“Have there been any developments at your end?”

I frowned. “What kind of developments are we talking about? And have the social niceties died a death or something? Whatever happened to starting a call with a greeting?”

Not that I cared how she opened a conversation. All I wanted was for her to say whatever was on her mind and then hang up.

“That psychic who came to the ball. And that detective. Have you heard anything? Are they reopening Brad’s case? That had to be why they came, right? I could hardly breathe when they got to me.”

“Well, take a breath now, please, before you expire.” I paused. “You didn’t say anything, did you?”

“Of course not.” She sounded affronted that I’d even asked.

She wasn’t that big an idiot after all.

“Why would they question any of us? None of the murders can be linked to us.”

I caught her mild snort. “Sure they couldn’t—back then. Now they have Dan Porter. Who knows what he’ll discover?”

Ah, now I got it. The psychic had Amy running scared.

“Zilch. That’s all he’ll discover. Just hold your nerve.” And without waiting for a reply, I disconnected.

I could have laid money on Amy being the first one to show signs of cracking. She was the weakest of them, always had been. How she’d ever gotten up enough nerve to come up with her little scheme was beyond me.

I’d have to keep an eye on that situation.

And if she does crack?

I wasn’t about to give her the chance to do that.

My mind went to Mitchell and Porter. I was going to find out everything I could about the Dynamic Duo. Anything that might prove useful.

It was time for them to join the game.