When artist, Nicole Jeffords, learns that a reputable psychic who often works with the police has had a vision that the remains of a fifty-year-old male may be buried under an artist's studio in Austin, she becomes convinced that the studio in quest...
Ricky hesitated a moment, then said, "Can't say I have."
His eyes behind rimless glasses looked wary.
Funny, Alicia wanted to say. I could've sworn I've seen you before. But she kept her mouth shut. Emil said it for her, "It's just that you look familiar. Like someone I knew a long time ago."
"I probably look like lots of folks," Ricky said. But his hands, putting the receipt in the shopping bag, were trembling.
"Well, it's been nice to meet you," Emil said, taking the bag.
"That where you're from?" Ricky asked. "New York?"
"No, we live in Texas," Emil said quickly.
Ricky smiled at them, almost in relief. "You folks have a good day," he said.
Emil took Alicia's arm and guided her from the store. "We didn't get his picture," she wailed the moment they were outside.
"We'll go back in and get it in a minute," Emil said. He was perspiring and his face was pale. "You sure that was the guy?"
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"Absolutely," Alicia said. "It's his voice." She shuddered. "I'll never forget that creepy voice. The moment I heard it, I thought I was gonna puke."
"Oh, honey," Emil said. He put his arms around her, holding her tight. There they stood in front of the Walmart in Harrison, Arkansas, USA, with the sounds of squeaky carts, twangy voices, and a child wailing as its mother yelled, "No, I ain't gonna get you no candy!" filling the air.
"C'mon," said Emil. "Let's go sit in the car. Catch our breath and regroup."
Once in the car they sat in silence. Alicia pulled off her Yankees cap and shook out her hair. Her heart was still beating wildly. "If I still smoked, I'd want a cigarette now," she said.
"Right," said Emil, gesturing at the car next to them whose windows were half rolled down. In the front seat a couple passed a joint back and forth. "That's what we need," he said. "A nice bowl of ganja. Harrison's a more happening place than I thought."
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They continued to sit in the car a few minutes. Then Emil said, "Okay, here's what's gonna happen. I'm going back in there and take a picture of the son of a bitch without him even knowing it. You stay in the car, honey. You don't ever have to see his face again."
