The Final Omen: Second Sight Book Four by Heather Topham Wood Page A

her head. “Jared believes in you and thinks you’re one of the good guys. More importantly, Jared has faith I wouldn’t touch your crabs-riddled ass with a ten-foot pole.” She gave him a sarcastic smile. “Besides, you must realize he’ll shoot you if you try to lay a finger on me.”
    “If he was smart, he’d make you wear a chastity belt before leaving for work,” he mumbled.
    She gave him a minute to pout and his ego to heal before she spoke. Kate understood Declan may not be in love with her, but he hated the idea of rejection. He was sore over the fact she’d walked away and he wasn’t the one to end things.
    Declan’s sour expression indicated it was time to change the subject.
    “Did Jared tell you about my vision last night?”
    “That’s one of the reasons he left early. He wanted to see if he could find out who the missing woman could be.”
    She and Jared had stayed up into the early morning hours trying to identify the woman from her vision. While he was on the phone with the police department, she’d been scouring the internet for information. Nothing had come up about a woman being kidnapped from a parking garage. Sketching out the woman and the black sedan had made Kate note how rusty her artistic talents were, but the drawings were passable. They were close enough to make her hope he could use it to make a positive identification.
    “I just don’t get it. Has the same thing happened to you before? Did you ever have a vision of someone you didn’t recognize?” she asked, leaning forward.
    “Sure, I’ve had an out-of-the-box vision here or there. Just a few weeks ago I had a vision of the clerk at 7-11, and I didn’t realize who he was until I revisited the store days later.
    We’re psychic, Kate, we can’t always expect to have complete control over our gift. You could’ve met this woman somewhere along the way and that’s the reason you saw a vision of her being taken. Maybe she worked at the hospital while you were there or you could’ve seen her around your campus while you were still in school,” Declan suggested.
    “There was something familiar about her, but I can’t seem to place her. If only her name was revealed, it would make things a hell of a lot easier,” she lamented.
    “Nothing turned up online?” he questioned. She shook her head and he drew his eyebrows together thoughtfully in response. “I hate to even throw this theory out there, but maybe you couldn’t find anything because it hasn’t happened yet. This could be another premonition.”
    “You think I’m meant to stop her abduction from happening?”
    He shrugged. “It could be. Not that you need that kind of pressure right now.”
    “I never thought about how confusing it could get—not being able to distinguish between visions of the past and future,” she sighed. It would be much easier if each vision came time-stamped with a cast list.
    “Maybe we could find out more today. You can meditate and try to get back into her head. I have some new cases I could get cracking on, too.”
    Kate nodded in agreement. Spending the day trying to incite a vision was the best thing she could offer the nameless woman. Although Kate felt panicked over the possibility that it was a premonition, she couldn’t allow it to mess with her head. The only way she’d be able to function successfully as a psychic was to realize she could only do her best to try and help those who she saw in peril.

Chapter Thirteen
    By the afternoon, exhaustion set in and her head began to pound. She leaned back against the couch cushions and rubbed her temples.
    Declan sat next to her and shot her a sympathetic look. “It doesn’t always happen. You’ll have another vision of her.”
    “I’ve had visions of Julie, my mom’s boyfriend and Jared, but of course I didn’t connect with the one person I want to,” Kate complained. She mirrored his expression. “Nothing helpful for your cases either?”
    “No, just vision after