A Grave Prediction (Psychic Eye Mystery) Read online

  THE PSYCHIC EYE MYSTERY SERIES

  Abby Cooper, Psychic Eye

  Better Read Than Dead

  A Vision of Murder

  Killer Insight

  Crime Seen

  Death Perception

  Doom with a View

  A Glimpse of Evil

  Vision Impossible

  Lethal Outlook

  Deadly Forecast

  Fatal Fortune

  Sense of Deception

  THE GHOST HUNTER MYSTERY SERIES

  What’s a Ghoul to Do?

  Demons Are a Ghoul’s Best Friend

  Ghouls Just Haunt to Have Fun

  Ghouls Gone Wild

  Ghouls, Ghouls, Ghouls

  Ghoul Interrupted

  What a Ghoul Wants

  The Ghoul Next Door

  No Ghouls Allowed

  A Ghoul’s Guide to Love and Murder

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  Copyright © Victoria Laurie, 2016

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  LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA:

  Names: Laurie, Victoria, author.

  Title: A grave prediction: a psychic eye mystery/Victoria Laurie.

  Description: New York, New York: New American Library, [2016] | “An Obsidian mystery.”

  Identifiers: LCCN 2016005201 (print) | LCCN 2016010349 (ebook) | ISBN 9780451473882 (hardback) | ISBN 9780698186613 (ebook)

  Subjects: LCSH: Cooper, Abby (Fictitious character)—Fiction. | Paranormal fiction. | Women psychics—Fiction. | Women detectives—Fiction. |

  BISAC: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Women Sleuths. | GSAFD: Mystery fiction

  Classification: LCC PS3612.A94423 G73 2016 (print) | LCC PS3612.A94423 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6—dc23

  LC record available at http://lccn.loc.gov/2016005201

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  For K-Lo,

  who has always been my Huckleberry

  Acknowledgments

  Writing is a bitch of a way to make a living. It’s a bitch on the writer, but it’s probably even more of a bitch on those people who love and support the author.

  That’s what’s so fabulous about writing the acknowledgments. It’s our opportunity to say, Sorry! No, really . . . sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!!!!! See, during the book creation process, we writerly types are simply awful to live with. To work with. To be around. To be near. To be in sight of. To be at a distance from. To be friends with on Facebook. We’re so often curmudgeonly, unkempt, disheveled, and malnourished that it takes a certain hearty soul to continue to love us throughout the cranking out of several hundred pages.

  So, at the start of every book, I’m so happy to have the opportunity to tell all the people in my life who routinely put up with me at my curmudgeonly worst how much I love them, adore them, need them, and hope they continue to bring home a pizza every now and again.

  To that end, I will begin with Jessica Wade, who has been so incredibly patient and understanding. This book came with particular difficulty, and I so appreciate all the compensations for extra time you extended me, Jessica. I also sincerely appreciate all the wonderful insight you gave to the editorial process. Your comments are always spot on, and you really, really help bring out the best story possible. I’ve worked with you on only two books so far, but I’ve so enjoyed the partnership, and I’m looking forward to many more experiences to come.

  Also, thank you to my amazing publicist, Danielle Dill, who is simply wonderful in every single way. Both at her job and as a person. She’s amazeballs.

  And to the rest of the team at Penguin, thank you so much for your dedication, hard work, and keen insights. I love my publishing house, and I hope you all know that.

  Next, I’d like to thank my wonderful agent, Jim McCarthy, who is simply invaluable as a creative partner. He always knows exactly the right thing to say to me at the precise right moment. One of the true gifts of my life was securing Jim as my agent and eventually getting to call him my dear, dear friend. I can’t think of a thing I’m more grateful for.

  Finally, I’d like to thank the people in my personal life who constantly support me even when I’m running myself ragged trying to make a deadline. Brian Gorzynski (I love you, honey. I’m the luckiest woman in the world with you at my side.); my amazing sister, Sandy Upham; Steve McGrory; Matt and Mike Morrill; Katie Coppedge; Leanne Tierney and Karen Ditmars; Nicole Gray; Sandy Harding; Terry Gilman; Catherine Ong Kane; Drue Rowean; Sally Woods; John Kwaitkowski; Matt McDougal; Dean James; Anne Kimbol; McKenna Jordan; Hilary Laurie; Shannon Anderson; Thomas Robinson; Juliet Blackwell; Gigi Pandian; Martha Bushko and Suzanne Parsons and all my homies at Stars and Stripes CrossFit, who just throw a wall ball at me when I’m getting too cranky.

  Contents

  Other Titles by Victoria Laurie

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

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  The thing I hate about the future is that it’s so freaking unpredictable.

  I know, I know—that’s not something you usually hear from a psychic. I get it. But it’s a fact. Yep. It’s a stinky, irritating, frustrating, annoying fact that the future is far less predictable than even I like to admit.

  Still, as much as I may whine about how hard it is to nail down what’s coming up in the next few months for a client, it’s always supercool when something that I say will happen . . . actually does.

  I suspect that the reason the future is so nebulous—even for those of us well practiced at predicting it—is that destiny itself isn’t a thing that’s set in stone, and on some levels, that’s pretty counterintuitive.

  I know that most people who believe in psychic ability might think the future itself is a direct path forward—like a paved road. The truth is that the future looks and feels
a bit more like a flowing river with lots of twists and turns, surprise tributaries, calming pools, a few beaver dams, and even some waterfalls. All that energy hinders our innate intuitive ability to predict it with a hundred percent accuracy, and sometimes even telling people what their future holds allows them to change it on the spot, much like paddling a little more on the left will steer your canoe to the right.

  The fact that the future is so malleable is, quite frankly, why I perform readings in the first place. I like to think that I’m allowing people to make informed decisions about what’s coming up and am giving them the opportunity to alter course if they’d like.

  Sometimes a course can’t really be altered very much, if at all, and I have no idea why there are such distinct exceptions to the rule. Some destinies are simply set, and there’s no opportunity to alter the outcome. That’s the part that’s most frustrating—when I get the rare client who seems to be set for an end that has no alternative.

  It’s even more frustrating when it happens on a case I’m working. Yeah, that’s the part I haven’t mentioned yet—along with doing private sessions for clients, I also do a little consulting work for the Austin FBI cold-case division.

  My work with them is strictly on the down-low—I mean, can you imagine if it got out that the FBI had a psychic on the books? There’d be mayhem. Madness. Governments would topple, heads would roll, chaos would reign, villages would be pillaged, and innocents everywhere would suffer. . . .

  That enough sarcasm for you? Good. It’s pretty eye-roll worthy for me too.

  Anyway, as I was saying, most cases I work on, we get results. I wouldn’t say in any way that I’m solely responsible for solving the various cold cases that come our way (we’ve got some amazing agents on our team), but I would (proudly) declare that I’m a valuable asset, and I do contribute to the investigations. We have a great track record, so the results speak for themselves.

  In fact, it’s those results that led me to my earlier comment on being frustrated when nothing I seem to say or do alters an outcome. You see, it was because of those stats that I was asked to an early January morning meeting with my boss, Brice Harrison.

  Brice is not only my boss; as the Austin bureau’s SAIC (special agent in charge), he’s also my husband’s boss. And as long as I’m confessing how tricky my relationship with him can be, I should probably mention that Brice is also my BFF’s husband. (How’s that for convoluted?)

  Now, when Brice and I first met, we maaaay have clashed a weensy bit. Sort of the way Godzilla clashed with Tokyo . . . Ahhhh, good times.

  Whatever. We got over it and discovered a bit of respect for each other, and then we discovered that we genuinely liked each other. Since those early days, Brice has had my back on more than one occasion, even when his job was on the line, and I think of him like a brother, so there’s not a lot I wouldn’t do for him.

  “No way, Brice. No way am I’m doing that!” I yelled after he pitched me his proposal that early morning in his office. (What? I said “not a lot I wouldn’t do . . . ,” not “nothing I wouldn’t do. . . .”)

  “Cooper,” he said, lacing his fingers together on the desk to regard me with steely, stubborn determination. “You can’t say no to this.”

  My eyes narrowed. “I think I just did.”

  “Yeah, but you need to take that back and say yes.”

  “No,” I repeated, just to show him I could.

  Brice sighed loudly and shook his head. “Do you give Dutch this much of a hard time?”

  “Only when he says something stupid.” Wagging my finger, I dropped my voice to add, “Abby, you can’t say no to this really dumb thing I want you to do.”

  Brice chuckled before he cleared his throat and focused intently on me again. “It’s not dumb. It’s an honor. I mean, what could be better for your reputation than an invitation from another bureau for you to come out and lend a hand on some of their toughest cases, while teaching their agents how to become better investigators by helping them develop their own intuition? Seriously, what could be better?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Oh, gee golly, Brice. I don’t know—maybe something like getting punched in the face.”

  Brice sighed. “Come on, Abby. It’s an honor. It really is.”

  I sat forward in challenge. “An honor to go where I’m not wanted to teach a bunch of reluctant, skeptical Neanderthals to use their own intuition—something they don’t even believe they have—to solve cases? I think not, sir. I think not.”

  “I never should’ve mentioned the part where the agents threatened to quit if you showed up, huh?”

  “Not your best sales pitch,” I told him, crossing my arms over my chest.

  Brice rubbed his temples. “For the record, Candice told me to leave that part out too.”

  “You should listen to your wife, Brice. She’s smarter than you.”

  “That’s true. But I wanted you to know what kind of an environment you were walking into. I wanted you to know that you’d have to win those L.A. bureau agents over just like you won these guys over.” For emphasis, Brice waved in the direction of the open cubicle area behind me, where the seven other agents who made up our group sat.

  “See, the problem with that logic is that when I came here to Austin, I had you and Dutch on my side. From what you’ve just told me about this proposed assignment, I won’t have anybody in La-La Land who’s going to be on my side when I get there.”

  “You’ll have Whitacre,” Brice reminded me. “The way I heard it, he practically had to beg Gaston to let him borrow you for a couple of weeks.” Greg Whitacre was the Western regional director for the FBI. Bill Gaston was the Southern regional director, and the fact that these two had come up with this scheme to loan me out made me think it’d been conceived over a round of golf during the last Big-Brass-Shield convention. It irked me that I was being passed around like a goody bag.

  “Is Whitacre going to be there the whole time?” I demanded.

  “Probably not,” Brice replied. He knew there was no lying to me. “But he’ll be there at the beginning and his presence alone should keep the other agents in check.”

  “Until the second he leaves and I’m given the cold shoulder, no one comes to my classes, and I’m assigned to the broom closet to shuffle through case files, where any leads I hand off to the agents won’t be followed up on.”

  “Yep,” Brice said, tossing up his hands. “That’s probably exactly how it’ll go. You’ll have two good days followed by twelve days in hell, but still, Abby, you have to go.”

  “Why? Why do I have to, Brice? I’m a consultant. If I don’t want to work for you, I don’t have to.”

  “That’s true,” he said. “But part of our budget is approved by people with a much higher pay grade than even Gaston’s, and if two of the four regional directors like having a psychic on the books, then the part of our budget that gets earmarked for your hourly rate doesn’t get slashed and I can keep you employed by the FBI.”

  “I can live without the FBI,” I said flatly. I liked the paycheck from this consulting gig, but I didn’t especially need it.

  “I’m sure you can live without us, Abby, but the real question is, can we live without you?”

  That gave me pause.

  Brice sat forward and laced his fingers together again. “The thing I know for sure is that you’ve saved lives since you’ve come on board with us. Actual lives, Abby. There are men, women, even children, alive today because you got involved in a case that brought a murderer to justice. You’ve also given closure to dozens of families that’ve been denied it for years because the cases of their loved ones went cold. If I lose you to budget cuts and politics, knowing you could’ve saved even more lives and provided even more closure . . . that would haunt me the rest of my career.”

  Shit. He’d brought out the big guilt guns. It was my turn to sigh. I dropped
my gaze to my lap, scowling fiercely. “You play dirty,” I muttered.

  “Gaston needs you to do this,” Brice said. “Politically, it needs to happen.”

  I lifted my gaze. I realized he’d just given me a hint to what was really at play here. The real clue was the word “politically.” “Someone wants me off the books,” I said, feeling out the ether. “Someone with clout who has something to gain by having me removed from this bureau. A senator? Congressman?” It suddenly dawned on me that the game was much bigger than I’d realized.

  Brice’s lips pressed into a thin line. It was all the verification I needed. “You can’t say no.”

  “Then let Dutch come with me,” I said.

  Brice shook his head. “I can’t allow that.”

  “Why?” I wasn’t backing down. I needed Dutch.

  “Because the last thing I’d do to you is send your overprotective husband into that den of wolves to kick up a lot of testosterone, which would only cause problems between our branch and theirs. You go in solo, kiddo. Sorry, but that’s the deal.”

  I glared at Brice. He’d backed me into a corner, and I wasn’t much liking it. “Fine. Then I’m taking Candice.”

  “No,” Brice said before I’d even finished speaking his wife’s name.

  “Oh, come on!” I yelled. “Why can’t I take Candice?”

  “For almost the exact same reason I won’t let you take Dutch, except that the body count would probably be higher.”

  I couldn’t resist a smirk even though we both knew it was probably true. Candice was super protective and I was glad for it. “What if I can’t solve any of the cases they’re gonna make me work on?”

  “You have to solve at least one,” Brice replied. “There’s no walking away from this, Cooper. You have to pull out a valuable clue that these guys either have not seen or have overlooked. It’s what you do best, and you’ve gotta bring your A game to California and stay until you help solve at least one of their high-profile cases.”