to have a serious talk with Matt. Maybe the spirits knew it wasnât the right time yet, she reasoned with a secret smile. Maybe theyâll give me a sign when the perfect moment arises?
Lucy strolled the usual loop around her neighborhood, but when she came to the turn that headed home, she spotted a notoriously nasty shepherd mix approaching in the distance.
She quickly doubled back and turned her dogs down the nearest corner, Ivy Lane, glad for the escape route. Tink and Wally were normally gentle souls, but could morph into wolves of the wild when challenged. Lucy didnât feel like having her arms yanked out of their sockets, or even being knocked down.
The moon was full, shining bright and low above the trees and rooftops, casting the street in silvery shadows. Halfway down the block, she suddenly remembered, this was the street where Cassandra Waters lived.
She couldnât recall the house number, but it didnât take long to notice a small yellow cottage with a decorative flag hanging near the front doorâa golden angel on a purple background. And as if there could be any doubt, a sign hung on a post halfway up the drive, CASSANDRA WATERSâPSYCHIC ADVISOR , with her phone number posted beneath.
The light was on in a front room and sheer white curtains were drawn tight over the window. But when she walked closer, the door opened. Lucy paused, holding her dogs back and stepping behind a tree.
She peered around and saw Cassandra in the doorway. She wore a long robe covered with flowers. Purple, her signature color. A man came outside and stood with his back toward the street as he spoke to Cassandra. He wore a baseball cap pulled low over his head, and sunglasses. Obviously keeping a low profile.
Cassandraâs visitor suddenly turned and walked quickly across the lawn to the sidewalk, his back still turned toward Lucy. Which she found most annoying. Lucy saw a van parked at the end of the street, in front of an empty, wooded stretch of property.
Cassandra watched her visitor depart for a moment, then shut the door. The van started up and drove down the street, headed Lucyâs way. Just as it rolled by, she peeked around the tree and peered through the driverâs-side window.
The driver had tossed his hat and glasses aside. Lucy could see very clearly that it was Richard Gordon, Noraâs husband.
What was he doing here, skulking around, visiting Cassandra Waters? While she was dressed in just a bathrobe?
None of the possibilities that came to mind seemed entirely innocent.
Chapter Five
âI knew that she lived near me. Her address is on that card she gives out. But I didnât realize how close her house is. Until I was walking on Ivy Lane. Then I wasnât sure of the number, but she has a sign hanging near the front door, psychic advisor. Like a doctor or dentist.â
âThe neighbors must be loving that.â Suzanne was clearly amused. âThat knocks about ten thousand off your asking price. Maybe more.â
Leave it to Suzanne to see everything through the lens of property values. Lucy hadnât even thought of it.
âI was just looking at the house and the front door opened. A man walked out and Cassandra stood there a minute, saying goodbye to him. I saw her lean forward and they got very close. She could have been talking to him, not wanting anyone to overhear. Or she may have kissed him. Iâm not really sure. It was dark and his back was turned toward me. He also had his collar flipped up and wore a baseball cap and sunglasses,â Lucy explained.
âInteresting,â Dana said quietly. âDefinitely flying under the radar.â
âI wouldnât doubt Cassandra Waters has a few gentlemen callers in that category. Sheâs very attractive, in a sinuous sort of way. Some guys really like that.â Suzanne took a sip of iced tea and fanned herself with a pattern book that Dana was working from.
Lucy and Dana were wearing
Lucy strolled the usual loop around her neighborhood, but when she came to the turn that headed home, she spotted a notoriously nasty shepherd mix approaching in the distance.
She quickly doubled back and turned her dogs down the nearest corner, Ivy Lane, glad for the escape route. Tink and Wally were normally gentle souls, but could morph into wolves of the wild when challenged. Lucy didnât feel like having her arms yanked out of their sockets, or even being knocked down.
The moon was full, shining bright and low above the trees and rooftops, casting the street in silvery shadows. Halfway down the block, she suddenly remembered, this was the street where Cassandra Waters lived.
She couldnât recall the house number, but it didnât take long to notice a small yellow cottage with a decorative flag hanging near the front doorâa golden angel on a purple background. And as if there could be any doubt, a sign hung on a post halfway up the drive, CASSANDRA WATERSâPSYCHIC ADVISOR , with her phone number posted beneath.
The light was on in a front room and sheer white curtains were drawn tight over the window. But when she walked closer, the door opened. Lucy paused, holding her dogs back and stepping behind a tree.
She peered around and saw Cassandra in the doorway. She wore a long robe covered with flowers. Purple, her signature color. A man came outside and stood with his back toward the street as he spoke to Cassandra. He wore a baseball cap pulled low over his head, and sunglasses. Obviously keeping a low profile.
Cassandraâs visitor suddenly turned and walked quickly across the lawn to the sidewalk, his back still turned toward Lucy. Which she found most annoying. Lucy saw a van parked at the end of the street, in front of an empty, wooded stretch of property.
Cassandra watched her visitor depart for a moment, then shut the door. The van started up and drove down the street, headed Lucyâs way. Just as it rolled by, she peeked around the tree and peered through the driverâs-side window.
The driver had tossed his hat and glasses aside. Lucy could see very clearly that it was Richard Gordon, Noraâs husband.
What was he doing here, skulking around, visiting Cassandra Waters? While she was dressed in just a bathrobe?
None of the possibilities that came to mind seemed entirely innocent.
Chapter Five
âI knew that she lived near me. Her address is on that card she gives out. But I didnât realize how close her house is. Until I was walking on Ivy Lane. Then I wasnât sure of the number, but she has a sign hanging near the front door, psychic advisor. Like a doctor or dentist.â
âThe neighbors must be loving that.â Suzanne was clearly amused. âThat knocks about ten thousand off your asking price. Maybe more.â
Leave it to Suzanne to see everything through the lens of property values. Lucy hadnât even thought of it.
âI was just looking at the house and the front door opened. A man walked out and Cassandra stood there a minute, saying goodbye to him. I saw her lean forward and they got very close. She could have been talking to him, not wanting anyone to overhear. Or she may have kissed him. Iâm not really sure. It was dark and his back was turned toward me. He also had his collar flipped up and wore a baseball cap and sunglasses,â Lucy explained.
âInteresting,â Dana said quietly. âDefinitely flying under the radar.â
âI wouldnât doubt Cassandra Waters has a few gentlemen callers in that category. Sheâs very attractive, in a sinuous sort of way. Some guys really like that.â Suzanne took a sip of iced tea and fanned herself with a pattern book that Dana was working from.
Lucy and Dana were wearing
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