Fate Actually (Moonstone Cove #2) - Elizabeth Hunter Page 0,19
silent.
Megan looked thoughtful. “I mean…”
Katherine looked at her with wide eyes. “After all, the stones did tell you that we should order from Rio Rancho Cantina last week, but I had a feeling that was just because you really like their enchiladas.”
Megan started gathering up her stones. “You know what? Forget it.”
Toni laughed a little. “Oh, come on. She has a point, Atlanta.”
“Just because I’m trying to stretch my psychic abilities and you two are trying to forget you have them,” Megan said, “doesn’t mean that you get to tease me. Some of us prefer not to live in active denial.” She sent a loaded look toward Toni.
“What’s that for?” she asked. “Don’t give me that.”
“Have you told Henry you’re pregnant?”
“It’s only been eight weeks.”
“Have you made a doctor’s appointment?”
“No,” she muttered. “But I bought vitamins that are the size of horse pills and I’m taking them every day, okay?”
Katherine asked, “And the extra folic acid? Your pregnancy is considered geriatric.”
Toni felt like punching both of them even though she knew they were being responsible friends.
“Toni, I can feel your aggression from across the table, but you know we’re right. This isn’t just about this pregnancy—this is going to be hard on your health even though you’re in fantastic shape. You need to see an OB.”
“Fine!” She huffed out a breath. “I’ll call this week.”
“No more living in denial,” Megan said. “It’s not healthy.”
“I’m not living in denial,” Katherine said. “Or at least I’m not trying to forget I have visions. That would be irresponsible. If I hadn’t had my first vision, Justin McCabe might have murdered all of us. I am feeling a little blocked right now.” Katherine twitched her nose. “I’m starting to wonder if ragweed allergies can cause psychic blockage.”
Megan handed her the stones. “Okay then, maybe you need to study these instead of me.”
Katherine looked at the stones in the leather pouch. “Is there some kind of… textbook I can study?”
“Yep. I’ll drop it off tomorrow.”
That seemed to cheer Katherine up. If there was a textbook involved, Professor Bassi was always up for the challenge.
“So getting back to Drew’s question,” Toni said. “Megan’s magic stones are telling us he’s around here, but he’s having bad luck? That seems too vague to take to the police.”
“Agreed,” Megan said. “What about sniffer dogs? They always bring those out in Georgia when kids go missing.”
“There doesn’t seem to be any true indication that he is, in fact, missing,” Katherine added. “After all, he’s a grown man with varied business interests. Who’s to say that he didn’t simply meet up with someone or leave on a trip without telling anyone?”
“According to Drew, his secretaries in both offices confirmed that in the years they’ve worked for Fairfield, he’s never taken off without leaving directions on how to reach him. Even when his father passed away.”
“Interesting.” Katherine tapped her chin with one finger. “Well, if I can provoke a vision, I will. Do either of you have a picture of the man? That might help.”
“I don’t,” Toni said. “I could tell you what he looks like but—”
“Oh!” Megan pulled out her phone. “I think I actually do. Give me a minute. It was from a Christmas party last year.”
“Speaking of Christmas, is your mom coming back out?”
Megan rolled her eyes. “Of course she is. And bringing my daddy too. They’re distraught about the kids.”
“The kids who haven’t even spoken to their father in months?”
Megan’s children were not being understanding about their father cheating on their mom. Her son, in particular, was furious with his dad.
“Here it is.” Megan held up her phone. “There he is on the end, horning in on Jodi Vanderwall. He was being kind of creepy with her, and her husband was piiiiiiissed. That’s him in the green shirt.”
Katherine narrowed her eyes, then reached for her glasses on the table. She put them on and immediately stopped squinting. Her eyes went wide as saucers.
“This woman’s husband is in green? Or the Fairfield man?”
“Whit Fairfield,” Megan said. “He’s the one in green.”
“What is it?” Toni reached for one of the saltines that Katherine had set on the table. Her stomach had started to churn again. This fucking morning sickness that only comes at night…
The professor’s face was pale. “If that’s the case, I don’t think I need to have a vision about Whit Fairfield.”
“Why not?”
Katherine set the small bag of stones on the table. “I’m relatively sure I already had one. And I’m relatively sure that Whit Fairfield is dead.”