Never Saw It Coming: (An eSpecial from New American Library) by Linwood Barclay

man but he was too ashamed to admit it. Then again, she’d already put it out there that Ellie Garfield was very cold, so if she raised Florida as a possibility, she was going to get caught in a contradiction.
    Stick with cold. So if it’s cold, the water . . . could be frozen.
    She closed her eyes a moment, then opened them. “It’s funny you should mention water. I was seeing something, something shimmery, that I thought might be water, but I was thinking maybe it was actually ice.”
    “Ice,” Garfield said.
    This time, she kept her eyes open. “Yes,
ice
. Ice in a glass? Ice at a skating rink? Very flat ice? Maybe black ice, on the road, that caused the car to skid? Does ice of any kind have any significance to you? Any significance where you wife is concerned?”
    “Why should it mean something to me?” he said, a defensive tone creeping into his voice.
    “You were the one who mentioned water.”
    “And then you mentioned ice. I didn’t mention ice.”
    “But it seems to have some meaning for you,” Keisha said. “I could see it, in your expression.”
    “Why would you say flat ice? You mean, like on a lake?”
    “That was just
one
of the kinds of ice I mentioned. But I can tell there seems to be a connection there. Why don’t you tell me what that might be?”
    Garfield stood up. He took a few steps to the right of the couch, then turned and paced in the other direction. He was stroking the end of his chin, pondering something.
    “What is it?” Keisha asked.
    He paced a few more seconds, then stopped. He looked at Keisha, studied her a moment, then pointed an accusing finger in her direction. “Maybe it’s time you just leveled with me.”
    “Leveled with you about what?”
    “About what’s really going on here.”
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Garfield, but I’m not sure I understand.”
    “This whole psychic mumbo-jumbo act you’ve got going on, that’s a load of bullshit, isn’t it?”
    Keisha sighed. “I told you, if you want to call Nina’s father for a reference, I have no problem with that. I’m happy to give you the number.”
    “Have you got someone all set up to take the call? Someone who’ll tell me what I want to hear?”
    Keisha shook her head and gave him a bruised look. Trying to make him think her feelings were hurt. What she was actually thinking was, good thing he paid almost half in cash, and that she had the check. She’d hit his bank on the way home, get it cashed before he decided to call and stop payment on it.
    “I’m very sorry you’d think that of me, Mr. Garfield. Just when I thought we were making some real progress here. I have much more to tell you.”
    “I’ll just bet you do. And whatever you know, whatever you
think
you know, it’s got nothing to do with visions or communicating with the dead or goddamn tea leaves for that matter. Whatever you know, you found out some other way.”
    “I assure you, I—”
    “Give me my wife’s robe. I don’t want you touching it any more.”
    Keisha handed it to him. It certainly appeared she was done here.
    “Thank you,” he said, gathering it up into a ball.
    Keisha reached down for her purse, set it into her lap, made sure it was zipped tight at the top, and started to stand.
    Garfield said, “No, don’t go yet.”
    “I can’t see what possible point there would be in staying any longer, Mr. Garfield. I can tell that you view me as some kind of con artist. I’ve been at this long enough to know when my talents are being mocked. That’s how some people react, that what I do is a sham, and if that’s your conclusion, then I’m happy to be on my way.” Thinking,
Don’t ask for the check back, you son of a bitch. You’ll have to dig into my purse to get it.
    “Did I offend you? Oh, I’m
very
sorry if I did that.”
    “You just accused me of having someone standing by to—to
lie
to you about my successes. Wouldn’t you expect me to take offense at that?”
    He was still pacing, still fondling the