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“He’s gone.”

Fannie’s eyes instantly went to the clock beside her cot. It flashed two fifteen. A.M.
of course. Why do all problems occur when she was asleep?

“I’ll find him,” Fannie said into her watch. She adored her smart watch. Made her
life so much easier. However, where she was going it wouldn’t do a damn thing for
her.
There was no hurry regardless of what Cherry thought. Fannie stretched. Let her legs
rise in the air as the dogs came and licked her. They wanted to play but it was way too
early for that.
She let them out anyways. There was a small area in the back of the pastry shop the
dogs could play in. Fannie had an agreement with the pastry shop owner. She could
have unfettered access to the back as long as he never found any dog poop there.
The office apartment she rented above the pastry shop served her well. It was cheap.
Well, cheaper than Hollywood or downtown or anyplace clients would consider cool.
Fannie hoped this case would bring in steady clients. She wanted to work for the top
law firms but the minute they heard psychic, they turned deaf. No one wanted a
psychic detective on retainer.

“Their loss,” Fannie said as Esmerelda rubbed against her leg.
Ezzie liked coffee for some reason. With tons of milk of course but Fannie couldn’t
help herself. She poured some coffee and milk into Esmerelda’s bowl and set down
food and water for the boys.
Her dogs heard the clink of dog food falling into their bowls and barged into the
tiny kitchen. Wagged their tails and pinned Fannie down until she threatened to beat
them.

Fannie loved her life. The dogs were always happy, and Esmerelda seemed to be too.
In her own way the ornery bitch.
The coffee tasted good. It warmed Fannie’s insides as she looked out her window at
the moon. It was far from full. The entire time she had been surveilling Drake she was
certain he was some kind of hybrid werewolf. She’d concluded he would turn on the
full moon. Only the moon wasn’t full, and Drake was gone.
When she went astral Fannie saw all things for what they were. Werewolves showed
through the skin of their owners. Vampires appeared as did zombies, demons, angels,
and many others. The stuff of nightmares and bad movies.

Only there were things far worse than vampires and werewolves and gnomes and
ghosts. There were the evil ones. Men and women whose masks disappeared. Their
true faces showed when Fannie went astral. She saw the child molesters, rapists, wife
beaters, murderers for what and who they were.