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Theresa slowly opened the clasp on the envelope, her movements tentative, a slight trembling in her fingers.  She didn’t want to be involved in this case.  She had a bad feeling about this, a really bad feeling.  She mentally braced herself as she reached inside and grasped the black-and-chrome cell phone.  She lifted it and held it in her right hand, her fingers sliding around the metal and plastic.  It felt cool to her touch.  She changed her grasp to both hands, the envelope drifting unnoticed to the grass.

Images began to form. Slowly at first they gained substance as she allowed the psychic energy to wash over her.  It happened like that sometimes.  Some things came in a great flash, immediate and precise in detail, crystal clear and sharp.  Other things were vague, fuzzy, out of focus.  The closest she’d ever come to describing it was like a near-sighted person without their glasses, nearly blind.  With tremendous concentration, sometimes she could get images to slowly and steadily come into focus.  

Even though it was late afternoon, in her mind’s eye it was twilight.  The dusky time of night where everything fades to shades of gray, black and white.  She extended her extrasensory flow.  She heard nothing except the normal sounds of nature.  Crickets chirped, mosquitoes buzzed around, an occasional bird lifted in flight.  The normal sounds of a Louisiana evening.

Things began coalescing in definition.  She stood alongside a motorbike. The motor wasn’t running.  

She let her psychic senses run free.  In the distance, she heard an engine.  Its growl grew louder as it approached.  A vehicle pulled to the side of the road a short distance ahead of where she stood beside the bike.

“Theresa.”  Max started to interrupt.  Never opening her eyes, she raised her finger to her mouth, motioning for quiet.

She concentrated on the vehicle, but as hard as she tried, it wouldn’t come into a clear image.  All she could determine was it was a light color and large.   Focus, she whispered in her mind.  Go deeper.  Bring it into focus.

A sudden jolt broke her concentration.  Her neck snapped back, jarring her from the vision and back into reality.  Theresa stared up a Max’s face inches from hers, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath.  His grasp on her shoulders felt firm yet insistent. 

“Theresa. Theresa.  Snap out of it.”  A hint of anxiety filled Max’s normally placid voice.

“What’s wrong, Max?”

“What’s wrong?  You were standing there, barely breathing, shaking like a leaf, and you ask me ‘What’s wrong?’”  Max’s hold on her eased and she watched him run a hand across his eyes. “What the hell just happened?”

The vision vanished, faded away like a mist evaporating from view.  So close, but gone.  Nothing left but the daylight surrounding her and Max.  She handed him the phone, and managed to stagger a couple of steps, resting her hip against the hood of the car. 

Her body trembled, exhaustion enveloping her like the weight of a cloak pressing down.  This was one of the reasons she hated this kind of reading.  It wiped her out, leaving her emotionally and physically drained. 

 “There’s not a lot I can tell you, Max.  I saw the bike at the side of the road.  Right there.”  She pointed.  “It wasn’t running.  I couldn’t tell why not.  I didn’t get the impression there was anything mechanically wrong, but...”

She took a few steps away from the car and glanced toward the woods.  They were dense, thick and mysterious, yet no sense of danger emanated from them.  Sunlight poured through the few leaves, wiping away all trace of the twilight hues from her vision.

“Another vehicle pulled over there.”  She gestured toward the road, again, indicating an area about twenty feet beyond where his car was parked.  “It was large, light in color.  Maybe white or a light yellow or tan, I couldn’t tell.  It stopped.  I sensed a brief moment of fear, but just as quickly it was gone.  Tommy felt relief.  He didn’t seem afraid.  He seemed thankful, maybe even happy.”

Theresa looked up into Max’s eyes for the first time since the vision ended and met his gray-eyed gaze. 

“Max, whoever took Tommy wasn’t a stranger.  It was somebody he knew.”

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