“Yeah, have you or Cedric had any premonitions about the case?”
“Uh, no, not me. And Cedric is out of town, looking for an escaped convict who shot a police officer.”
Kendra was surprised. “Oh, okay, I heard about that, but I didn’t know they hired Cedric to help with it.” Though she shouldn’t have been, because he often worked on missing-person cases, and this would be a critical one.
“Yeah, after they learned how invaluable he could be, they call him on all the missing cases. Me too, when I’m not busy with my PI cases. So I’ll be glad to help. Do you want to meet at the Steaming Kettle and have a cup of tea?”
“Yeah, you know it’s my favorite place to visit. Meet you there in a few minutes?” Kendra asked.
“I’ll be there.”
Kendra headed over to the tea shop to get them a table. Inside, the shop was dressed in summer—daisies, sunflowers, coreopsis—warm and inviting. The intoxicating scent of lavender and cherry tea filled the room. All the tables were covered with lace cloths, and each had a centerpiece—a tall glass container filled with yellow and white daisies.
She hadn’t been in here since Easter and loved how it was decorated differently for the holidays and seasons. Then the doorbell jingled, and she turned and waved at Amy, her red hair catching the sunlight as she entered the shop.
“Oh, great, you got us a table. I hurried right over to do the same thing.”
The rest of the tables were filled with mostly women enjoying their cups of tea.
Amy and Kendra ordered the iced white ginger pear and the iced orange papaya, then Amy asked, “What do you know about the kidnapper?”
Kendra explained everything she knew to her. “Jeb Younger is his name. Though he has used others.”
“Do you have anything of his that could help me to see a psychic vision of him? Or even of the girl who was kidnapped?”
“I knew you were going to ask me that. I don’t. Oh, I have the brother’s shirt.”
Their teas were delivered to their table, and Amy raised her brows as she considered Amy’s comment. “The brother’s shirt?”
“Yeah, his sister shredded it with her nails, he tossed it, and when he ran after her, I grabbed it, not wanting him to litter the area. I put it in my backpack and forgot all about it.”
“Oh?”
“I was going to give it back to him, though it was badly torn so I didn’t think there was any way to salvage it.”
“Hmm-hm.”
“I was. Don’t give me that look.”
“Okay, so his sister touched it. Let me see it, and I’ll try to sense anything I can from it.”
Kendra dragged it out of the backpack and handed it to Amy.
Amy held it and closed her eyes.
“Do you see anything?”
But Amy was trying hard to sense anything. Then she smiled. “Wow, he’s built, especially when you get to see him without a shirt.”
Kendra laughed. “No more so than Cedric is.”
“Did you give him your phone number?”
“Uh.” Kendra couldn’t help blushing. “Yeah. He’s coming back to help me look for his sister’s kidnapper. Grayson’s a bounty hunter like me. Younger skipped on a bail bond also.”
“Oh. Are you worried Younger will try to go after his sister again?”
“Yeah, and go after some other girl. I think he was worried that Younger might even go after an older ‘girl’.”
