Page 33 of Deadly Misfortunes

Then she unlocked her apartment door, and they went inside, and he looked around at her colorful, eclectic apartment. She hurried into her bedroom to pack a bag. “You have a swimming pool, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Sometimes I can get some really great ideas when I’m relaxing in the pool.”

“Yeah, I do some of my best thinking in a pool or the shower.”

She took off her gypsy clothes and put on a wide-legged pair of striped pants and a matching long-sleeved shirt in greens and blues—comfortable and fun. She slipped on some loafers, packed her bags, and rolled them out to the living room, where Gregory was looking at her family photos.

“Still trying to figure out more about us?”

He chuckled, took the bags from her, and carried them to his car while she locked up her apartment. He put her bags in the back. He drove her to his home, and she rested against the seatback.

“I bet your work wears you out.”

“You mean because I have to concentrate on visions? It sure does.” She was certain he meant because she had to make up so many stories for so many people.

“So when you mentioned bars with regard to Marvin, were you thinking about some of the bars he frequents?”

“No.”

Gregory glanced at her. “Then what?”

“He’ll be behind bars. Though I don’t know for sure, like in a premonition, I would imagine that when he ends up in jail, if Rose is still seeing him, that will be the end of their relationship.”

“Why is he behind bars?”

“I don’t have the foggiest idea. I just see him holding onto the bars of a jail cell, yelling that he wants a phone call to get in touch with his lawyer.”

As soon as they arrived at Gregory’s house, Sascha saw Stephanie’s white Chevrolet Cadillac sitting in the circular drive.

“Hell,” Gregory said.

“I told you so.” Sascha wondered how long it would take Gregory to believe she had special abilities.

A man left the house and carried Sascha’s bags back in, while another got in the car and drove it away.

Gregory escorted Sascha into the house. Rose hurried to meet them and warn them that Stephanie was there.

Sascha gave Gregory an I-told-you-so look.

“We saw her car," Gregory said, annoyed.

"That's not all. Damon came with her."

"Hell, no." Gregory looked at Sascha.

She shrugged. "I don't know about everything that's going to happen. I told you that before." She just hoped Lucy wouldn't hear that Damon was here when Sascha was.

"I told them that we were having an intimate dinner, but you know how Stephanie is. As far as she is concerned, an intimate dinner includes her. And Damon took over in the kitchen to make sure there would be enough food for all of us." Rose got a call and answered it. "No, Marvin. We have dinner guests."

Gregory reached for her phone, and Sascha suspected Rose wouldn't just tell Marvin no and stick to her guns.

"No, we're not setting another place so you can join us," Rose said.

"Give me the phone," Gregory said, ready to put Martin in his place.

Then Sascha saw Damon talking to Stephanie in the living room. She needed to put Damon in his place too. She stalked off to the living room.