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saying it was something that really happened?”
    She swallowed hard before answering. “Yes,”
    â€œHow do you know?”

Chapter Two
    Jamie wasn’t going to start off by telling him she’d been plagued by psychic dreams since she’d been little. She was going to avoid that, if possible. And she wasn’t going to explain that the dreams had stopped when she came to Baltimore with Craig.
    Could she convince Mack with a concrete fact? Up till now, she’d avoided using a name, even in her thoughts, because that made the dream too real.
    Now she raised her head and said, “The woman’s name was Lynn Vaughn.”
    His instant alertness unnerved her. It was like when Craig was working on a case.
    â€œHow do you know?” he said.
    â€œI just do.”
    â€œMaybe we’d better check that out.”
    â€œOkay,” she whispered, wishing again that she’d kept her mouth shut. What was Mack thinking now? From the look on his face, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t like his speculations.
    â€œWhere’s your computer?” he asked.
    â€œIn the office.” Craig’s old office, which she’d kept looking like he’d left it so that when she sat at the desk she could pretend he was going to come to the door and ask her to get out of his chair.
    She and Mack walked to the office, where Mack stopped for a moment in front of the desk before sitting down and booting up the machine. Jamie took the beat-up easy chair where she’d liked to sit and read while Craig was working in the evening. Usually he’d work late, and then they’d go upstairs and—
    She ruthlessly cut off that line of thought. As Mack waited for the computer to go through the start-up routine, he said, “Lynn Vaughn, right?”
    â€œYes.”
    He brought up one of the programs you could use to locate people and typed in her name, plus “Gaptown.”
    Jamie sat with her pulse pounding, wondering if she had everything backward. What if it had been her dream, and she’d somehow pulled that woman into it? When Lynn Vaughn’s listing came up, he dialed the number from his cell phone and put it on speaker so they could both hear. She sat clenching the arms of the chair as a woman answered on the first ring. It was the middle of the night, but obviously she wasn’t sleeping.
    â€œLynn?” Mack asked.
    â€œNo. Who is this?”
    â€œI’m an old friend of Lynn’s. I was hoping to get in touch with her.”
    â€œAt three in the morning?”
    â€œSorry. I didn’t realize the time,” he said, lying with the same facility that Craig had exhibited when he worked a case. “Is she there?”
    Jamie could hear the tension in the woman’s voice as she replied.
    â€œLynn didn’t come home this evening, and she didn’t call me. That’s not like her. I’m worried.”
    â€œHave you called the police?”
    â€œI—”
    â€œYou should do that,” Mack said.
    â€œWhat did you say your name was?” the woman asked.
    Instead of answering, Mack clicked off and swung the chair around so that he could look at Jamie.
    â€œWill she have your cell phone number on her caller ID?” Jamie asked.
    He shook his head. “How did you know Lynn’s name?”
    She thought about how to answer. “I…don’t know.”
    â€œAnd you don’t have any specific information about her tonight?”
    â€œWhat kind of information?”
    He shrugged and kept his gaze on her.
    â€œLike I told you, I had a dream,” she repeated.
    His reply totally startled her.
    â€œI’m going to Gaptown in the morning.”
    Her own response was just as startling. “If you’re going, I’m going, too.”
    â€œYou don’t need to do that.”
    â€œI’m not staying here if you’re driving up there,” she said, hearing her urgent tone and wishing she