Whatever had happened in his dream had rocked him. “What happens next?”
“My dreams are subject to change. They’re like premonitions that come when I sleep. Just because I see it doesn’t mean it has to come true,” John said.
Faith and I shared a look similar to the one that Abby and John had. He was stalling. “Tell us.”
“You and your sisters with three graves lying next to each other. I can’t make out the names on the headstones. That’s all I saw.”
“The spirits on the other side haven’t warned me of any impending doom,” Faith said.
“I couldn’t see any names on the headstones, but they all had one thing in common.” John pulled out his wallet, showing us a glimpse of his badge as he pulled out a folded piece of paper inside. He handed it over. “This was on all the stones.”
I unfolded the paper to find a symbol drawn on it in the shape of a spiral sun. I glanced up to meet his gaze while handing the drawing to my sister. “I’ve never seen it before. You know what it is?”
“I’ve never seen it either,” Faith said.
“Well then, that’s good. That symbol is believed in several Shamanic traditions to be the first shaman, otherwise the first known healer of people.” Abby said.
“Maybe whoever is going to send us invitations has a sun fetish.” Faith chuckled.
“Or maybe there’s an easier explanation for why John is seeing the six of you and these three graves.”
“Maybe the thief that stole from my Grams has three brothers and I’m going to kill them all.”
“I’ll pretend that I didn’t hear that,” John said. “God forbid your thief winds up dead.”
“Yes, God forbid,” I said, rolling my eyes. “This guy didn’t just steal from my Grams. He stole from twenty-three residents of the retirement home.”
John tilted his head. “Send me the picture again and the guy’s name, and I’ll see what I can pull up on him.”
“Your guys are already working it.” I smiled and hit his arm. “But if I need more than what they told me; I’ll call you.”
“And if any of you get an invitation, you can send it for my special brand of testing,” Abby said.
I grinned. Abby would find its origins with her abilities. I could read between the lines.
“You could have called to warn us,” I said.
“Not that we don’t love your visits…we do,” Faith added.
“Well…” Abby smiled. “It’s been too long since our families got together. John and I actuallyhave a second agenda. We hoped that Cassie could help us with something.”
My sister Cassie was like a trace scryer. She located people who just wanted to disappearand not just those that had jumped bonds. She was a detective when she needed to be, and a reporter when she had to be. She was a finder of lost things and used her skills much like Abby, if only a little different.Cassie used the art of psychometry by touching things to see into the past.But she had her own unique skill of finding people and things. If all else failed in trying to locate Fillpot, she’d be the sister I’d ask to help.
“Who are you looking for?”
“We’re trying to close the gap on our genealogy. There’s still one Bennett line that’s unaccounted for,” Abby said.
“Oh, that’s a tough one. I think, through the years, we’ve all searched for that other line,” I said.
“Yes, well, maybe if we all use our abilities to track down those Bennetts, we might find out more. I’ve found anartifact in the attic so to speak,” John said. “It has handprints of all three Bennett brothers with their names below each one.”
My lips twisted. “Isn’t that more your thing, Abby?”
She frowned. “I tried to use my psychometry and was unsuccessful.”
“Why do you think Cassie can help?” I asked.
“We’re hoping she can pinpoint the location of the owner. It should lead us at least in the general direction and give us new clues to pursue.”
