after the vision. Get it out of my body in a controlled manner. Otherwise bad things happen."
His eyes flicked back to me in the mirror. "That's what all the running around was?"
"Yeah." I frowned. I could only imagine how ridiculous I had looked. "Usually it's light bulbs that absorb the energy and burst."
"Wait—" Will's eyes narrowed. "That time we found Karma with Mad Dog at the lake... the cruiser headlights blew out. That was you?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
"Huh." He was silent for a moment and then nodded. "So you got a vision from this dog, too?"
My hopes soared that he was accepting my gift. Plus, I had no prior knowledge of this dog, so if I could give him information that proves I received a vision from her, then he would have no choice but to believe me. This could be a blessing in disguise.
"Yeah, I got some information from her. She hit something hard. Probably why her ribs are sore. There was a sweet perfume smell present, like flowers. Lilacs. Lots of panic. Oh, and a blinding white light. She felt the need to run. Then she was in the water."
"Interesting. Not much to go on to find her owners, though."
"No." I shrugged. "Not much this time." We finally pushed out onto the highway, and I felt the pull of the sedan speeding up. "So, do you get called to every death in the area?"
Will glanced at me in the rearview mirror as he sped along I-275. "When I'm on call, yes. Homicides and accidents that could be homicides. We treat hit and runs like a homicide until we can prove otherwise. That's what this one looks like. A hit and run."
"So sad. Will you be there awhile then?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I'll see if I can get someone to drive you two to the emergency vet after I assess the situation."
I ran a hand over the dog's damp, floppy ear. She glanced at me sideways, the whites of her eyes showing. "You're safe, baby," I cooed. Then to Will, "That's okay. I can call a cab."
We sped off the exit ramp and down 2nd Avenue toward The Pier. As we crossed Bay Shore Drive, Will made a sharp right into the marina parking lot. Blue lights were flashing off the line of boats at the water's edge. Emergency vehicles filled the narrow lot. He pulled up right beside the yellow crime scene tape barrier. "Stay here. I'll be back in a minute."
I rolled the window down all the way and watched him walk a few feet to the policeman standing in front of the tape. He handed Will some kind of clip board, and Will scribbled on it.
"What do we have?" His voice carried on the crisp night air.
"Female victim, DOA. ID... forty-five." I could only hear snippets of his side of the conversation.
Will's hands were on his hips. "Coroner notified?"
"Yes, sir. He's on the way."
I strained to see around the ambulance to where all the activity seemed to be. Camera flashes were going off. Will glanced back at me and then stepped under the tape. I sighed and settled back into the seat.
Glancing down, my heart sank. Blood had seeped through the blanket. I lifted the blanket carefully off the dog's hip. Yep, the wet fur was matted with blood. Her jagged breathing showed no sign of calming down. She was probably in shock.
"All right, girl. Time to get you to the vet." Digging through my straw bag, I found my phone and dialed the Emergency Vet Clinic to let them know we were coming and then called a cab. I wrote a note for Will asking him to pick me up from the clinic when he was done here.
While I waited, I watched Will talking to a small, thick woman with long dark hair. She seemed very upset. I wondered if she was a relative of the hit and run victim? The cab came barreling up.
"Hi." I approached his window. "I have an injured dog I need to get to the vet. Do you think you could help me get her into the cab? I'll pay you extra," I added as I saw his eyebrows shoot up.
Mumbling in a language I didn't understand, the driver helped me lift her and slide her onto the backseat.
We arrived in record time. The driver seemed happy to get us out
His eyes flicked back to me in the mirror. "That's what all the running around was?"
"Yeah." I frowned. I could only imagine how ridiculous I had looked. "Usually it's light bulbs that absorb the energy and burst."
"Wait—" Will's eyes narrowed. "That time we found Karma with Mad Dog at the lake... the cruiser headlights blew out. That was you?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
"Huh." He was silent for a moment and then nodded. "So you got a vision from this dog, too?"
My hopes soared that he was accepting my gift. Plus, I had no prior knowledge of this dog, so if I could give him information that proves I received a vision from her, then he would have no choice but to believe me. This could be a blessing in disguise.
"Yeah, I got some information from her. She hit something hard. Probably why her ribs are sore. There was a sweet perfume smell present, like flowers. Lilacs. Lots of panic. Oh, and a blinding white light. She felt the need to run. Then she was in the water."
"Interesting. Not much to go on to find her owners, though."
"No." I shrugged. "Not much this time." We finally pushed out onto the highway, and I felt the pull of the sedan speeding up. "So, do you get called to every death in the area?"
Will glanced at me in the rearview mirror as he sped along I-275. "When I'm on call, yes. Homicides and accidents that could be homicides. We treat hit and runs like a homicide until we can prove otherwise. That's what this one looks like. A hit and run."
"So sad. Will you be there awhile then?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I'll see if I can get someone to drive you two to the emergency vet after I assess the situation."
I ran a hand over the dog's damp, floppy ear. She glanced at me sideways, the whites of her eyes showing. "You're safe, baby," I cooed. Then to Will, "That's okay. I can call a cab."
We sped off the exit ramp and down 2nd Avenue toward The Pier. As we crossed Bay Shore Drive, Will made a sharp right into the marina parking lot. Blue lights were flashing off the line of boats at the water's edge. Emergency vehicles filled the narrow lot. He pulled up right beside the yellow crime scene tape barrier. "Stay here. I'll be back in a minute."
I rolled the window down all the way and watched him walk a few feet to the policeman standing in front of the tape. He handed Will some kind of clip board, and Will scribbled on it.
"What do we have?" His voice carried on the crisp night air.
"Female victim, DOA. ID... forty-five." I could only hear snippets of his side of the conversation.
Will's hands were on his hips. "Coroner notified?"
"Yes, sir. He's on the way."
I strained to see around the ambulance to where all the activity seemed to be. Camera flashes were going off. Will glanced back at me and then stepped under the tape. I sighed and settled back into the seat.
Glancing down, my heart sank. Blood had seeped through the blanket. I lifted the blanket carefully off the dog's hip. Yep, the wet fur was matted with blood. Her jagged breathing showed no sign of calming down. She was probably in shock.
"All right, girl. Time to get you to the vet." Digging through my straw bag, I found my phone and dialed the Emergency Vet Clinic to let them know we were coming and then called a cab. I wrote a note for Will asking him to pick me up from the clinic when he was done here.
While I waited, I watched Will talking to a small, thick woman with long dark hair. She seemed very upset. I wondered if she was a relative of the hit and run victim? The cab came barreling up.
"Hi." I approached his window. "I have an injured dog I need to get to the vet. Do you think you could help me get her into the cab? I'll pay you extra," I added as I saw his eyebrows shoot up.
Mumbling in a language I didn't understand, the driver helped me lift her and slide her onto the backseat.
We arrived in record time. The driver seemed happy to get us out
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