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the city twenty miles away would help determine if the rest of Tori’s nightmare matched the crime that had been reported on the news. He’d have access to the details that hadn’t been announced and then she’d know once and for all if what she saw was real or not.
    Now, six hours later, she wished she’d never let Diana extract the promise from her. Even though everything had changed and Tori was positive this would be disastrous, she couldn’t break her word to Diana.
    Tori scanned the lounge and told herself how wrong it was to curse Diana’s sister, Debbie, for her current circumstances. Debbie certainly didn’t hit that patch of ice and flip her car deliberately just to make Diana and Barry unavailable to her now. She didn’t wreck her car and land in the hospital just so Tori would end up meeting with Barry’s partner in this noisy, dimly lit pick-up joint instead of talking with people she knew in Diana’s safe, comfortable kitchen.
    Giving her mind a shake, Tori repeated Diana’s words to think positive. Telling someone official about this mess was the right thing to do. If, for whatever freakish reason, she really did witness the murder in her dreams she had to do anything she could to help the police catch the men. They had to be stopped before they killed someone else.
     
    “Tell me you’re not serious. Tell me this is a sad ploy to make me jealous,” the woman said as her face twisted into an ugly scowl.
    “Now, Lana.” Guy tried to take her hand. “You know I’d never interrupt our evening unless it was unavoidable. But how could I refuse? Barry wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t think it was too important to put off. His mother-in-law was in an accident. He couldn’t just drop his wife off at the hospital without knowing her condition.”
    “I don’t like it.” Lana pouted.
    “Neither do I but that isn’t the point.” Guy ran a finger along her forearm. “Look, she’s here. I won’t be long.”
    “You better not be.” She frowned. “And you better believe you’ll be making this up to me.”
    Guy sighed as he made his way across the room. Not only had this little farce pissed off Lana enough to guarantee he wouldn’t be having sex any time soon but it was apparently going to be an expensive waste of time. If Barry had asked him to fill in for any other reason, Guy would have refused as soon as he managed to stop laughing at the explanation behind the meeting. Unfortunately, family was equally important to Guy and he’d never turn his back on his partner when the man’s family needed him.
    “Ms. Banks.” Guy forced a thin smile.
    “Yes.” She took a step backward.
    “I’m Detective Breauchard, Barry’s partner.” He extended his hand and noted both her hesitation and the slight tremble when she finally accepted. “Shall we?” He indicated a nearby table.
    “Oh. All right.” Tori looked disturbed by his choice.
    Guy let the silence stretch beyond the comfort zone. “I understand you believe you have knowledge of a homicide?”
    “I think I might.”
    “You might? As in you’re not sure?” He raised an eyebrow.
    “Maybe. I don’t know.”
    Fighting for patience, Guy made the mistake of glancing at Lana. When he refocused on the woman next to him, he knew she’d seen his date’s annoyed gesture. “Perhaps you could begin by telling me how you got this information that you may or may not have.”
    Tori flinched. “I had a nightmare.”
    “Pardon me. I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
    “I said I had a nightmare. Of that poor woman getting killed.”
    Guy snorted. “I see.”
    “You don’t believe me, do you?”
    “Of course I do, Ms. Banks,” he sneered. “We employ a full staff of sleeping witnesses. How else would we ever catch the bad guys?”
    “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.” Tori’s shoulders slumped.
    “No, Ms. Banks, what you shouldn’t have done was take advantage of the good woman who befriended you and her