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“We’ll talk in a moment,” smiled the woman.
“This card says that you’ve had great pain in your life. Throughout your life. Are you unwell? Do you suffer from a bone condition?”
“Arthritis! How could you know that?” She could only smile again, not saying anything to the woman. She turned over the fourth card and frowned. This card was not what she expected to find for this woman. “What? What’s wrong?”
“This card tells me there will be death close.”
“Death? Well, I am eighty-three,” she smirked. “How close?”
She heard the screeching of tires and the sounds of metal against glass and brick. Looking up at the woman in utter panic, her eyes went wide, and she spoke.
“Now.”
CHAPTER THREE
“Ms. Promeaux?” asked Gabriel, stepping through the door into the reception area.
“Agatha. Please just call me Agatha,” she smiled, reaching out a hand to the handsome young man.
“Agatha, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please come with me. Our entire team is here this morning, more than a dozen men and women. We’ll all be listening to your request.”
“I’m so grateful you agreed to see me,” she said, shaking her head. “I just didn’t know where to turn, and I found your information on the internet through one of those search things where you type words in, and things pop up. A lot of things I didn’t want to see popped up.” Gabriel chuckled at the woman, nodding.
“Can I get you some coffee? Tea? Maybe just some water?”
“Tea would be lovely,” she nodded. “Cream, no sugar.”
He guided her to a seat around the huge conference table and stepped outside, grabbing the tea. A few moments later, everyone entered and took their seats.
“Good morning, Ms. Promeaux.” Nine greeted the woman while the others took their seats.
“Agatha,” she smiled.
“Agatha,” nodded Nine. “Agatha, my name is Nine. This is Gaspar, Ian, and Ghost. We are the senior members of Gray Wolf. The rest of these men and our wives are on our team as well. We understand that you’re here about a murder. May I ask who has died?”
“My friend, Gladys.”
“I’m sorry for your loss. Do you know how she died?”
“A car ran her over,” said Agatha.
“Can you explain a bit more?” asked Ian.
“She went to see a psychic in Jackson Square. While she was seated at the table, the psychic said she had this horrible feeling that death was coming fast. Before she had a chance to truly warn her, the car jumped the curb and hit Gladys, killing her.”
“Was the psychic injured?” asked Ghost.
“She was. Broken leg and some cuts and bruises.”
“What did the police say?” asked Ghost.
“They said it was simply a case of an out-of-control driver who jumped the curb. They’re still looking for the car because he left the scene immediately.”
“But you don’t believe that?” asked Angel.
The woman turned, raising her eyebrow at the beautiful man. She was old, but she wasn’t dead. These were absolutely gorgeous men, and her old body was still feeling everything it should.
“No. I don’t believe it. The psychic knew, and she’s been right about everything with everyone who has gone to see her. She was right about our friends, Norman and Charlotte.”
