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“Show me.” She quickly gave him directions to the new location as they got back in his car.

When he pulled up to the sidewalk at the address, it was, indeed, a children’s park.

What he found interesting was that Sadie stiffened almost immediately at the sight of the kids playing there.

“So, do you want to explain that reaction?”

“I don’t know how to explain it,” she whispered.

“You need to though.” He turned to face her.

She frowned, her gaze locked on a little boy and a young woman enjoying the park, laughing cheerfully. “Them,” she said, with a headshake.

He turned to study them, then whistled. “You’re telling me that your brother’s energy is coming off them?”

“I’m telling you it’s somehow connected.

I don’t know how or why,” she murmured, as if in a trance.

But it was obvious from the transfixed expression on her face that this was not what she expected.

From her family point of view, it changed things drastically.

She turned to him, tears in her eyes. “What if he’s just trying to provide for them? ”

“By killing people?” he asked.

She flushed, then shook her head, sinking low in the passenger seat. “God, I don’t even know what to think anymore.”

“It’s not an easy scenario for anybody, and we’re not judging right now,” he stated. “We just need to talk to him. That would make a huge difference.”

“Maybe,” she whispered, “but then again, there’s a chance that maybe it won’t make any difference at all.”

“Don’t judge him yourself, not until we have a chance to talk to him,” Morrison stated. “If he is just trying to provide for them, I’m not sure she would be happy to find out Don’s methodology.”

“No, I wouldn’t think so.” Hesitating, she added, “It’s not as if I can just walk up and talk to her either.”

“Nope, you sure can’t,” he declared, “but we’ll definitely do a rundown and see who she is and if there’s any record on file of the father to that boy.” With a text sent off, he tilted his head and looked at her patiently. “Now, a third place?”

She stared at him, frowning.

He lifted his eyebrows. “I can read energy too, and we need to be honest with each other,” he said. “There’s still something else bothering you.”

She glared at him, then rolled her eyes, followed by a sigh. “When I was at the hospital with my dying mother, I felt something like… I don’t know.”

He stared at her. That wasn’t what he’d expected. “At the hospital?” he repeated.

“Yeah, but I don’t know what I was feeling, I just felt that same jolt of energy. It was the weirdest thing. I mean, I don’t have any way to tell you more about it.”

“Okay.” He stared at the streets around them. “So, this happened during her passing?”

“Just afterward. I was sitting there, still stunned really, and it was almost like getting… an electric jolt,” she explained. “I don’t know what it was—or if it was even my twin brother—but considering that I went looking for him, based on that energy signal, I guess it makes sense that it was.”

“So, hang on. Let me get this straight. Your adoptive mother tells you, just before she dies, about your twin brother. Then you have a sensation of him being around you soon afterward, and, based on that energy and what she shared, you started looking into it.”

“Something like that,” she conceded, with a nod. “God, when you say it that way, it sounds bizarre.”

“I don’t know about bizarre,” he murmured, “but we do need to sort out whatever is going on here, just so we can get to the bottom of it.”

She didn’t say anything but nodded.

Morrison asked, “If we went to the hospital, could you go to any place in particular where you felt that jolt of energy?”

“The hallway,” she replied. “I think he was just walking down the hallway. I don’t even know that he knew my adoptive mother was in there. For all I know, he had a friend in the hospital and knew nothing about my situation there.”

“Did this energy have…” He hesitated, then decided he better rip off the Band-Aid fast. “Did it have an emotion attached to it?”

“Fear,” she said. “He was afraid.”

“ Great ,” he muttered. “That could mean anything.”

“Of course. It could suggest he was afraid for somebody in the hospital or even for himself. He may have been injured and was heading to the emergency room,” she suggested. “I don’t know what to say.”

He studied her face, clearly seeing the honesty and the confusion, as well as the worry that nobody would believe her.

He realized how hard it was to talk to people about energy who didn’t understand it, particularly when you didn’t understand it that well yourself.

He’d closed off those doors a long time ago, so he didn’t have to deal with this—the confusion and the inability to explain the unexplainable.

Yet, here she was, trying to deal with the exact same thing.

He quickly texted someone. “Terk and his team can check the hospital records, see if any patient by the name of Don shows up. They can even check the hospital cams, try to find Don, a current photo of him. Obviously we’ll be at an impasse for a little bit, while we sort out these three leads.

” He stared out the car window. “Let’s go home.

I’ve shared these three places with everybody, and we’ll go from there. ”

She noted, “They’re leaving.”

Startled, he turned back to the park, and, sure enough, the woman and the little boy were exiting through the side gate.

Sadie suggested, “I think we should follow them.”

“I’m already on that one,” he confirmed, as he quickly turned on the engine and waited while the woman got the little boy settled in her car and headed out.