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“Great. Drew, victims from the Oldham files also need to be checked against Cornerstone lists, just in case they’re pulling from their own employee lists.”
“Ouch,” I muttered. “That would be—”
“A total dick move?” Cass put in.
“Exactly,” I agreed. “But I suppose if you’re going to kill people, being a dick is probably not a big concern.”
Cass nodded and Kurtz snorted, although his colorless goat eyes were already focused on his computer screen as he typed on the keyboard.
“You got that, Drew?”
Drew nodded.
“Great. Cass, anything?”
She shook her head. “No, but they’re all dead already.”
I shot Raj a questioning look, one eyebrow up.
“Cass is a Seer.”
“Yeah, but I’m future, not past or present,” she put in. “Which means I’m mostly useless in homicides since I can only see upcoming murders, not past ones.”
I nodded to show I understood.
“Okay, so then you work with Hart to ID the victims we got from the Manchester site. Good with that, Hart?”
“Yep.”
“Coming right up,” Cass replied cheerfully as everyone went back to their desks, Cass waving me to join her at hers. I settled into one of the chairs on the other side, and she turned her extra monitor so I could see what she pulled up. Taavi settled at my feet, still mostly ignoring me, although I felt a little better that at least he hadn’t abandoned me to sit with Raj.
“A Seer, huh?” I asked Cass.
“That’s right. Future Seer.”
“So you’d only be able to tellifsomeone were going to die?” Quite frankly, that sounded horrifying.
“Well, sort of. I can see the most probable outcome, fortunately.”
“Fortunately?”
She nodded. “If it’s probable that someone is going to die, that means that if nobody does anything, that will be the outcome. But if we know that someone is likely to be a victim, we can sometimes intervene and change it.”
I frowned. “Not to be rude, but—”
“Then it’s not actually seeing the future?” she finished for me.
“Yeah, that,” I agreed.
“It isn’t. But it’s pretty cool to be able to change the probable future,” she replied, a smile turning up the corners of her slate-colored eyes. “Especially when it’s something particularly gruesome, which, honestly, my visions usually are.”
“That’s… shitty,” I replied. “Not that you can stop them, but…” I decided to stop talking before I said something particularly stupid,
“It isn’t a picnic, I’ll give you that,” she replied cheerfully. “But I do enjoy knowing that even if it’slikely, it isn’tinevitable. There’s something empowering about that. Unlike some people, who get these weird garbled things that only make sense once they happen. I see the whole thing in full technicolor. If I can ID someone or someplace, it’s actually pretty easy to figure it out.”
“What if you see something across the world?”
She shook her head. “Doesn’t work that way. It’s either someone I’ve met or somewhere I’ve been. Annoyingly, it can be someone I’ve met only in passing, so it’s not always easy to figure out what’s familiar about a particular vision.”
