Cassie rolled her eyes. “David has a lot of theories about how this works and why it happens.”
David rolled his eyes. “She hates my theories.”
“I don’t see a point in your theories. There’s a difference.” Cassie waved him off. “But what I’m getting at is, Laura remembers me being weird when we were kids. Talking to people who weren’t there. Having feelings. Being intuitive. That makes me think this didn’t originate on that night with Novak.”
“So, what does it mean?” Laura asked.
“I have no freaking clue. Maybe this is just who I am. And who I’ve always been.” She turned to David. “There was this little girl I was friends with when I was a kid. Sarah Lennox. She went missing. I think I used to talk to her ghost.”
“You think?” David asked.
“That’s the thing. I don’t remember.” She gestured to Laura. “She does. Those memories are gone for me.”
“Any idea why?”
Laura shrugged. “Could be trauma. If she saw something she wanted to forget, she could’ve repressed the memories.”
“What about her abilities?”
When Cassie turned to Laura, too, she laughed. “Why are you looking at me? I’m a psychologist. Not an expert on psychics.”
“No, but do you think psychic abilities could work the same way?” Cassie asked. “Repress memories long enough, and they’re completely forgotten. Repress psychic abilities long enough, and they lay dormant?”
“I mean, I guess. It sounds logical. But I have no idea if that’s how it works. I doubt anyone does with any kind of certainty.”
Cassie let the room fill with silence. “So, you believe me, then?”
“That’s a hard question to answer.”
Cassie’s face flushed. This is what she worried about. Being rejected. Laughed at. Being institutionalized. Being—
“Do I believe you? Yes.” Laura smiled when Cassie looked surprised. “You’re my sister. I know you. You’re not crazy, and you have no reason to lie to me. Do I believe in psychics and mediums and all that? No. Or at least I didn’t. But I believe in you, so that kind of changes things, doesn’t it?”
“If it helps,” David chimed in, “I’ve been working with Cassie for a long time. I didn’t believe in psychics either. I still don’t. At least most of the ones who claim to be. But Cassie, whatever she is, she’s the real deal. She’s solved more cases than I can even remember off the top of my head. She’s got an excellent reputation around here.”
“Really?” Laura looked proud now. “That’s awesome.”
Cassie blushed. “I couldn’t ignore it if I tried. And trust me. I’ve tried.”
“So, this was the thing? The thing you were hiding from me?”
“Yeah, this was it. What, you want more? I’m not sure there’s something bigger than my sister, the ghost magnet.”
“That’s a good title for a television show.”
“Let’s not go there.”
Laura leaned over and hugged Cassie, who returned the gesture with as much love as she could muster. “I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me.”
“You’re a psychologist. You’d be entitled to think I was a little crazy.”
Laura sat back in her chair with wide eyes. “Oh God, are you going to tell Mom and Dad?”
The thought had occurred to her. “Can we jump that hurdle when we get to it? For now, I just want to bask in the glow of finally getting that off my chest. I feel a hundred pounds lighter.”
And she did. Cassie knew, without a doubt, that her troubles were far from over. Maybe they were just beginning. But just like Laura knew Cassie, Cassie knew Laura, too. Her sister would tell her if she was worried about her. It would be a learning curve for the sisters, and a million questions were bound to come.
Cassie caught the smile on David’s face. Not for the first time, she was grateful to have him in her life. She was thankful he’d been there when she’d had the discussion with Laura. He was a good cop, but an even better friend.