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“Who’s we?”
“Your grandmother and me. We need you here because you’re part psychic.”
Shaking my head, I exhale softly. “I’m not psychic, Mom.”
“Still, you have fifty percent of my genes. Your intuition is very keen, and the spiritual vibration in Eureka is disturbed. I hate to say this out loud…” Her voice lowers to just above a whisper. “It reminds me of the last time I saw your father alive.”
My throat knots, and as much as I push back on my mother’s psychic abilities, she does have a knack for knowing things. She also has never believed my father’s death was an accident.
I pull into the parking lot of my apartment building and look up at the small space I’ve tried to make my home for the last six months. It feels about as foreign as when I arrived.
Striking out on my own has not turned out the way I thought it would when I left my tiny hometown on the Carolina coast between Hilton Head and Kiawah Island. I haven’t made a big splash in the big city, but I have learned a lot.
“I’ll talk to my boss at the station and see if I can take a leave of absence.”
“Thank you, Britt.” Her voice is a heavy exhale of relief. “I knew you wouldn’t let us down. The only thing you regret when you die is the time you don’t spend with family and friends.”
“Good lord, Ma, nobody’s dying.”
“Not yet, at least.”
I roll my eyes at her dramatics. “Well, I’m coming, but things are going to be different this time. For starters, I’m getting my own place—”
“What?” she cries. “Why would you waste money like that when your room at home is waiting just the way you left it?”
“And I’m not helping with your tarot readings when you double-book yourself. Those days are over.”
“I wouldn’t dream of asking you to help me.” Her tone is wounded, but don’t be fooled. She wouldsoask me. “I have someone helping me with the readings now, so you don’t have to worry.”
“Who’s helping you?” Slamming the door of my truck, I trot up the stairs to my apartment.
Edward greets me at the door by sticking his cold, wet nose into the palm of my hand. I drop to my knees, giving his neck and ears a good, firm scrubbing. He licks my face in response.
“Cassidy started working with me shortly after you left. She has a real gift for spiritual things.”
“Cassis helping you predict the future?” It’s official. My bestie has done everything in Eureka.
“I’ve told you a hundred times, I don’t predict the future.”
“Oh, I know you don’t, but I’m not sure your paying customers do.”
“I give them counsel. I’m a guide, and Cassidy is actually quite good. She’s very sensitive and empathetic.”
“Sounds like I need to get home,stat. Next you’ll tell me Jinx is running for mayor.”
“You shouldn’t call Piper that. Names are powerful. They connect us to our spiritual identity, and I’m sure she doesn’t want to connect with bad omens.”
“Piper named herself Jinx. I think it’s her way of reclaiming her power.”
“I don’t like it.”
“You don’t have to like it.”
She makes a harrumphing noise, and I pull my oversized suitcase out of my closet. I don’t have much to pack, as I haven’t really been here long enough to accumulate a lot of extra baggage.
“How soon do you think you’ll be home?”
Glancing at the clock, I’ve got plenty of time to go to the station and speak to my supervisor. “If there’s no problem, I could probably be home this weekend.”
