"October, December, and then April.Shouldn't there have been one in February?"
All Isaac did was groan."Maybe we should ask Medlin if we can call in the Maiden."
The what?"Who?"
"The Sun Maiden, the psychic."
It was Nikolai's turn to groan.He didn't want some fucking psychic meddling around in the investigation.It never helped."Why is she called the Sun Maiden?"
"It's a guy.He always carries around the small red boxes with Sun-Maid raisins."
Nikolai rolled his eyes."What's his skill?"Psychics made him uncomfortable.They said they could do something, but how could anyone know for sure?All they had was their word, and it didn't hold up in court, so what was the point?
"He's...not clairvoyant."
Nikolai stared at him."Did I ask what hecouldn'tdo?"
"Ass."Isaac threw his pen at him, but it was a half-hearted attempt, so Nikolai caught it easily."I don't remember the word.He touches things and he...sees everyone who's touched it before him."
"Sees how?"
Isaac scrunched his nose."Their faces.We've had him touch murder weapons a few times, then he either identifies them via photos or sits with the forensic artist and does a drawing."
"But it doesn't hold up in court."
"No, but if he can identify the killer, we can have him followed and prevent him from killing again while we gather evidence."
Nikolai wanted to object.What if they followed the wrong guy around?Was a psychic's word enough to warrant surveillance?"Would Medlin agree?"
"He has before, and this is a big case."
"Let's try to figure out where the rugs came from first."Nikolai didn't want to call in some fucking psychic.He didn't want a psychic anywhere near him.About point zero one percent of the population were psychic, which in his opinion were waaay too many.He didn't want them killed or anything--his job was to catch killers, not give them an outlet--but couldn't they live in a colony on an island somewhere where they didn't bother the normal population?
Isaac shrugged but didn't disagree.
* * * *
Frode groaned when his phone rang.He'd known this week was too good to be true.Of course something would come up.
Looking at the number, he could tell it was from the precinct.Fuck.
He accepted the call."Frode Bakke."
"Hi, Frode, this is Lieutenant Medlin from homicide."
Oh no, not homicide."Hi."
"Are you available to look at a few things?"
A few things.Cold sweat prickled his body."How many are a few?I only do one reading per day."
"I'm well aware.Three things."
"What kind of things?Do you have my list of what I won't do."
"Eh...yeah."
It didn't sound as if he did.
