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ready to hear what I have to say, and not to tell me that I’m a suspect in Felicia’s murder.
    “Olivia, we have a problem.” His voice is to the point. “Can you come to Heifer’s and Ho’s? It’s a matter of police business.”
    “Does this have anything to do with the murder of Felicia Evans?” My nerves settle in the tips of my toes along with my heart, stomach, and soul.
    “I think its best that you just come over, or you can come down to the station.” His voice never breaks. The same monotone, non-caring cop voice I’ve heard from so many cops.
    It makes me wonder if they take an actual class on how-to-not put any emotion in their voices when talking to a suspect.
    “Olivia.” The front door flies open, and in comes Aunt Matilda, her long flowing dress following suit. “Did you hear about…?” Erin shushes her, and lips that I’m on the phone with Joel.
    “Sure, I can come to Heifer’s and Ho’s.” I hang up the phone and look at Erin and Aunt Matilda. Worry and fright tighten the muscles in my face. “I think I’m the number one murder suspect in Felicia’s death.”
    Aunt Matilda’s eyes darken and she draws back. She lets out a slight gasp and points without saying anything. She knows. She knows that I had that bad dream about Buddy.
    I also remember that she is just like me…psychic.
    “Okay.” Erin stands up and walks over to us. Her finger sways between Aunt Matilda and me. “You two have some sort of psychic thing going on. I’ve known you all my life. Spill!”
    “I wasn’t going to say anything, but a couple of nights ago I had a nightmare about Orange Buddy.” My trembling lips seem to have ventured into my fingers. The coffee tumbles over the edges. I try to steady the cup with two hands instead of one. “Only my dream about Orange Buddy being murdered didn’t came true.”
    “Yet,” said Aunt Matilda.
    Erin grabs her purse off her desk and grabs me by the arm. “Either way, I’m going with you.”
    “No, no.” I shake my head. I’m a big girl. I can handle the situation. Calling over my shoulder as I head toward my room to put on some appropriate clothes I yell, “There isn’t anyone who could possibly think I murdered Felicia.”
    “Well, you did jack her jaw,” Erin belts out. “And the dog walker said she could see visible trauma to her face.”
    “Visible trauma? Pish.” There is no way I hit her hard enough to do anything other than stun her for a second. “
    “I don’t have a good feeling about this and neither does your aura.” Aunt Matilda follows me down the hall. “I told you. I hate to say I told you.”
    I am not going to argue with Aunt Matilda. Erin maybe, but not Aunt Matilda. She is far too in-tune with my abilities to try to pull the wool over her eyes.
    Erin locks the front door and we head out the back.
    “Really!” I fake a laugh and take my keys out of my purse. “I can do this on my own.”
    I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince myself or put them at ease, but for some reason, I can still hear Joel’s voice from his phone call in my head and he didn’t sound like a boyfriend.
    “Well, you know I will feel much better about going with you, because you know as well as I know that your dreams have a tendency to have a little ESP in them.”
    Aunt Matilda doesn’t need to remind me. I put my hand on my stomach and try to rub out the knot that is forming in it. These dreams only appear when something is going to happen and the last time I started having them, I was the number one suspect in Dabi Stone’s murder case. Not only did I have to break up with people on Splitsville.com during that time, I had to put all those episodes of Veronica Mars and Murder She Wrote that I’ve watched over the years, into action and clear my own name.
    We all pile in my old Toyota. With my hand gripping the steering wheel, we make it across town. Slowly, I turn into the Heifer’s and Ho’s Dude Ranch’s dirt driveway and proceed under