The Psychic Detective by mya
Not a single word of her story makes sense. She kept it vague enough that she didnt have to lie about anything, except that one part - where that little inflection in her voice when she said her brothers name, tells me hes anything but. Id be a fool to say yes to her. Sure, I could be careful, I might be able to figure it all out, but her storys not the only thing with holes; shes got pieces missing, like someones been tampering with her. There are layers in there, little fragments that belong anywhere but in a persons mind. And she knows I can see them she knows that my guts warning me off, that its yelling at me to send her away.
Theres a look in her eyes that she isnt bothering to hide. Shes seen things, things that even I havent. Women like this dont walk into your office every day, women with frozen hearts and scars criss-crossing their memories. Shes dangerous, and I know for certain shed kill me if it served her needs, but if she walks out that door, Ill never see her again.
I need the money, true enough, and I cant deny that shes got me hooked like a fish, but the plain fact is that shes stuck right in the middle of something bigger than Ive ever seen, and, whether Im playing into her hands or not I have to know.
Ill take the case.