Witching For Joy (Premonition Pointe #3) - Deanna Chase Page 0,3
think you need to tell me everything you saw in that vision.” She pointed to the pretty blonde in the photo. “That’s my niece Harlow, and she’s just gone missing.”
Chapter Two
Joy sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair in a small conference room at the Premonition Pointe police station. There was a stale cup of coffee sitting in front of her, and the room smelled vaguely of mold and dust.
“How often do you get these visions, Mrs. Lansing?” the detective asked her.
“I don’t,” Joy said, knowing she was barely containing her irritation. How many times did she have to tell them this was the first time she’d ever had a vision?
“Then how did you know Ms. Preston’s niece was abducted this evening?” Detective Coolidge stared at her with one eyebrow raised.
“I have no idea.” Joy placed her hands down flat on the Formica table. “I’ve already told you that my magic is usually limited to glamor spells and telekinesis. Visions are completely new for me. I didn’t even know if the vision was real until Carly got the call that Harlow was missing.”
When Carly’s friend Dee had gone to the house Carly had rented to pick up her niece, Harlow, Dee had found the front door wide open. The table in the entry had been knocked over, the contents of Harlow’s purse were scattered all over the front porch, and her phone had been smashed. Dee had learned that a neighbor had heard someone crying out for help, but she’d just been getting out of the shower, and by the time she made it down the stairs and to the front window, no one had been there.
“Can I go now?” Joy asked, her head pounding from the stress of the day. “I don’t know anything other than what I’ve told you. I haven’t even met Carly’s niece.”
The detective stood and shook her head. “No. I’m sorry, Ms. Lansing, but you’re the only one who knows anything. I’m afraid you’re not going anywhere this evening.”
The door swung open, and another officer walked in with Carly right behind him, her eyes blazing with fire. “Detective Coolidge, you’re dismissed. Please meet me in my office.”
Coolidge gaped at her superior. “But Chief, the interview isn’t over.”
“It is now. Go.”
The detective ground her teeth together, shot Joy one more glance, and said, “We’ll speak again soon.”
“You can try, but it’s not going to change the fact that I don’t know anything,” Joy said, just because she was petty enough in that moment that she wanted the last word.
They all watched as the detective huffed out of the conference room.
Joy stared at the chief. “Does this mean I can go home now? Because if not, I think I’m going to have to call a lawyer.”
“No one is accusing you of anything, Ms. Lansing,” the chief said, his tone matter-of-fact.
“Good, then I’m free to leave.” She rose from the uncomfortable chair and brushed past him.
“I’m sorry my detective was so aggressive. I assure you that she’s very good at her job. Very thorough,” the chief said.
Joy paused and looked over her shoulder at him. “I hope that’s true for Harlow’s sake. I’ll be in touch if I have another vision.” Though she doubted that would happen. She didn’t even know why she’d had the first one. No one was more shocked than she was.
“Thank you,” the chief said. “I really appreciate your help, and again, I apologize for detective Coolidge. She’s just—”
“Thorough,” Joy finished for the chief. “I got it.” She turned to Carly. “How are you?”
“I’ve been better.” Carly slipped her arm through Joy’s. “Let’s get out of here and let them do their jobs.”
“I’ll be in touch soon, Ms. Preston.” The chief nodded to her.
Carly gave him a curt nod and then dragged Joy out of the station. Once they were outside, Carly turned to Joy. “I’m really sorry about that. I would’ve gotten you out of there sooner, but it took me some time to get the chief’s attention.”
Joy frowned at her. “What do you mean, get his attention? Wasn’t he there to deal with your niece’s abduction?”
“Yes, but he’s coordinating all kinds of searches from canvasing to surveillance videos, and his staff was… less than helpful. If it hadn’t been for a suggestion spell, we’d probably both still be in an uncomfortable plastic chair being interrogated.”
“Suggestion spell?” Joy’s eyes widened, and then she gave the other woman a small smile. “I didn’t know you were a witch.” Being a witch wasn’t exactly a rarity