“Yes, as a person, not a psychic.”
Kathryn said, “I don’t know, but you should talk to Soldan Meissen.” The same one Bevlin named, Cheney thought. “He was so jealous of August,” she continued, “it was eating him up. Perhaps it was something as simple as his wanting some of August’s big-name clients. I heard he netted one of August’s very rich longtime clients, Thomas Pallack.”
Julia said, “I did know that. But I haven’t spoken to any of August’s clients in a very long time now. Thomas Pallack was with August for more than ten years.”
“Few of them wanted to speak to you because they believed you were guilty and they didn’t want to be involved in any of that. I’ll wager whoever it was behind August’s death wanted you to be blamed, Julia, and so you were, but you survived the investigation. I think the person who hired this killer is afraid of you, afraid you’ll find something out, or you’ve already found out something that points to him, and that’s why he or she wants you dead.”
She paused, sighed. “At least you have August’s journals, you’ve seen firsthand how he changed lines, just as he changed yours. You’ve experienced through his own writing exactly what he was.” She sighed again. “How I wish I could read August’s journals. Perhaps you’d let me see them, Julia—”
“I didn’t know August kept journals, Kathryn. I’ve never seen them.”
Cheney said, “Did you ever actually see Dr. Ransom’s journals?”
Kathryn nodded. “One evening, maybe eight months ago, I was dropping off some papers. August was in his study and he was writing when I came in. Unfortunately he was holding his notebook at such an angle I was unable to make out the words. I remember he told me it was the only record of his life that meant anything, all the rest was just empty words.”
She rose. “I have a meeting with a producer in twenty minutes. Agent Stone, you have a rich crimson aura, beautiful, really, vibrant and powerful as a rushing waterfall. I’ve never seen a policeman with an aura like that.”
What to say to that?
“Oh yes, and there’s something else—you hurt him, Julia. The man was thinking he needed more Aleve for the cuts on his face and neck. His arm must not hurt very much, at least he didn’t think of it when he thought of the Aleve.”
All over the news, Cheney thought, except for the painkiller. The Aleve was a nice touch. Suspects giving alibis knew that specifics added verisimilitude. Evidently it was the same with psychics.
“I felt his anger like a furnace blast, Julia. Then he was aware his feet hurt and it distracted him for a moment. They’re new David Smith boots, and they’d rubbed blisters on his heels. That first time at Pier 39, he ran all out, not good in new shoes.”
“You weave in some fine detail, Ms. Golden.”
Julia frowned at Cheney and said quickly, “Kathryn, did you get any clue whether he was the one who killed August?”
“No, there was nothing about August.” Kathryn rose, looked from one to the other, and said, “Are you lovers yet?”
“No,” Cheney said as he rose slowly. He stared into her golden-green witch eyes.
“You will be. Funny how I never pictured you with a policeman, Julia. On the other hand, I never pictured you with August either. He was so much older than you, from such a very different generation, but it didn’t seem to matter to him. He felt a bond with you, something special that held him firmly to you. I often wondered what it was.
“Let me add that August was special to me as well. Dear God, how I miss him, every single day. Do you know I haven’t been able to speak to him? I don’t know if it’s my own grief that keeps us apart, but I suppose that’s possible.”
Cheney said, “When the man was thinking about Julia, did you get any sense about when he was going to come after her again?”
She shook her head. “He’s so angry, so enraged she’s still alive, so bewildered that he failed, really, and that he’s got to try again soon. I felt urgency riding him, but nothing specific.”
Julia said, “You saw him staring at you—at me. Did it happen recently?”
“I don’t know, but it would make sense, wouldn’t it? I don’t think I’ve ever had a retro-vision before. But he didn’t think about the time or the day.”
“Kathryn, do you see anything else at all that might help us?”
Kathryn Golden shook her head.
“I don’t want to die, Kathryn.”
“No. I’m sure August doesn’t want you to join him just yet either. You’re much too young.”
Cheney said, “Don’t tell me Dr. Ransom is sitting here with us, hovering over Julia, all concerned?”
“If he is, I don’t know. I told you, Agent Stone, I haven’t been able to contact August. I simply knew him well enough to know what he would think.
“I have to say, Agent Stone, that your aura isn’t all that rich anymore. There’s unpleasantness ripping through it. Now, if you will both excuse me, the producer is here.”
“I don’t hear anything, ma’am,” Cheney said.
The front doorbell rang.
