Her face scrunched up and she scowled.
Trying again, Quinn asked, “Did you recognize the man?”
“No. Can’t see his face, but I think Luigsech could.”
“Come back to us, Reese,” he said a little louder this time.
She grumbled then her eyes snapped open. “What?”
Standing straight again, Quinn turned to Daegan. “Ask your questions.”
“Oh.” She smiled when she shifted her attention to Daegan and gave him a what-do-you-want look.
“Ya said ya could not see the man’s face.”
Reese stared off at nothing, then shook her head. “Nope. Everything else I saw was in perfect focus, but not his face. All I can tell you about him was that the woman recognized him, but she didn’t like him.”
“Are ya sure she recognized him?” Daegan couldn’t decide if Luigsech was in league with this Cavan or not.
“Yes. She sounded like she’d be here at ten this morning even if she had to drag herself to make the meeting.”
Disappointment weighed on Daegan. Everywhere he turned left him with more questions. “Somethin’ must have gone wrong. I fear Cavan and Luigsech did not meet this mornin’. I have no idea what that means.”
Reese nibbled on her lip. “One weird thing happened at the beginning.”
“Was that why you shoved the cushion away?” Quinn asked.
“Yes. I got two images like a double exposure.”
Daegan hated the new terms of this era. “A what?”
Quinn explained how the reference came from two overlapping photographic images, then asked Reese, “What do you think was happening?”
She leaned to the side and picked up the cushion she had knocked away. “I think Luigsech held this or sat on it at some point and I was getting that vision, too. Could have been in the past, but I saw her reading that book again. I had the impression she’d just cracked it open in my first vision.”
Daegan scratched his head and studied the floor.
Quinn glanced at Daegan and followed his line of sight. “What are we searching for now?”
“I am tryin’ to see this from Luigsech’s position. She had a hidden exit from her cottage. ’Tis only logical to assume there may be one from this buildin’. In fact, when I teleported in, I heard a click noise as if someone had closed a door, but I found no one in the buildin’ and the back door secured from the inside. Still, if she suspected I would come here, she could have arrived unseen. The question then is what would she have done once here?”
Reese stood and started searching the area around her. “This seems to be her area so I’ll sit at the desk to see if she sat there this morning.”
“Thank you, Reese, though I did have that desk in view as I waited.”
“I hear you.” Reese took the seat at the desk and tried her remote viewing again. She opened her eyes and shook her head. “The most recent time she sat here, she’d filled out a form from five days ago.”
While Quinn gave the other side of the room a second thorough search, Reese sat back in the chair looking around. She stretched her neck, staring at something. “What’s on the floor over there, Daegan?”
He turned to where she pointed. “A rag. Luigsech seems to clutter more than the other woman, based upon the condition of this area.” He leaned over to pick up the wadded cloth that had been shoved into a spot between the wall and a bookcase.
When he lifted the cloth, a tiny note remained on the floor. He snatched it up.
Quinn stepped up to him. “What did you find?”
“A note with two words. ‘Go home.’” Daegan took in the spot where the note and cloth had been. He squatted low, turning his head to look toward the window. “This position would have given the woman a clear view of the street while protectin’ her presence from sight. Reese, would ya try your viewin’ once more over here?”
“Happy to.”
Quinn stepped aside for Reese to reach the spot on the floor Daegan pointed out. She paused at the reading chair to lift the cushion, which had given her the double image. Placing the cushion right where Daegan pointed, she settled on the soft pillow.
Legs crossed, she leaned back against the end of the bookcase, and closed her eyes. “Oh, wow.”
“What?” Daegan asked before stopping himself.
But that had not disturbed her. “Everything is sharper like this is a more recent action.” Her hands had rested on her knees, but now she moved them toward her waist, moving her fingers as she looked at something in her mind.
Her eyes began to flutter behind her eyelids.
Quinn’s voice came into Daegan’s mind. I’ve seen her look like this when it was a much deeper viewing than what she just executed. We will find out more if she is not disturbed.
Daegan gave him a strong nod of agreement. He’d had serious doubts about Reese’s remote viewing working when she’d been unable to track Cavan from the grocery. On the other hand, a being that powerful might be able to shield his trail, teleport, or open a bolt hole. Any one of those defense mechanisms would very likely prevent her from seeing much since she could not follow a teleportation or bolt hole escape.
But Daegan’s pulse jumped with hope that this might be the vision he’d been hoping for.
Reese’s face relaxed. Her lips twitched and her expression turned serious. Speaking again in that soft monotone, she said, “Luigsech is sitting here and checking the window. The street outside is in twilight. When anyone knocks on the door, she freezes, but keeps watching for someone. She made a phone call. No answer. Then she’s sitting here with that strange book in her lap. She’s spending more time checking the window, clearly worried about something ... or someone.”
At twilight? Damn! Daegan can’t believe he stood so close the whole time that woman had been here and resisted teleporting in. He’d had a sound reason not to, but she’d been here.
Close enough to get his hands
