Read Carrots: A Shelby Nichols Adventure for Free Online

mean…not all the time of course, but once in a while.”
    “Really? That’s amazing. I’ve always heard about people who could do that, but I never actually met anyone in person.” He studied me for a moment, wondering if I was for real, or just pulling his leg.
    “Should we go?” I asked, starting to feel like a specimen under a microscope.
    “Oh, yeah. Just give me a moment to get things set up. Can you wait here? It won’t take long.”
    I nodded, and he was out the door in a flash. I hoped I hadn’t scared him off. I really liked his dimples, and he seemed pretty nice too. As I studied the room, I noticed another man who was sitting beside a policeman’s desk. Only this guy’s hands were cuffed behind him. He noticed me staring, and blew me a kiss. Yuck! The cop told him to mind his own business, and the guy made a face. I wondered what he was in for, and immediately focused on his thoughts.
    I heard a string of profanity that made my ears turn red, but then came the real information. He was pretty smug that the cops couldn’t hold him. He’d been real careful about fingerprints, and no one would ever know where he’d stashed the goods. The cops had checked his grandmother’s property before, and never knew they were standing right on top of it. That root cellar was the best thing he’d ever come across.
    I pulled my mind away and took a deep breath. That weasel was in for a rude awakening. I was tempted to go over to the cop and tell him what I’d found out just to see the look on the guy’s face, but that wouldn’t be very smart of me. Maybe I could leave an anonymous note? No, it was probably better to tell Dimples…in a round-about way of course.
    Just then Dimples returned. “Sorry. That took longer than I thought it would. The observation room is this way.”
    “Um…before we go…you see that guy over there?” I surreptitiously pointed him out, and Dimples nodded. “I got one of my premonitions about him,” I whispered. “I don’t know what he’s here for, but I think he hid some stolen items in a hole or cellar or something on his grandmother’s property. You might want to check it out.” I could see that Dimples was having a struggle accepting this. He couldn’t tell if I was serious.
    “I could be wrong, it’s just a premonition, but it might not hurt to check.”
    He could see the logic in that, but how was he going to explain to the other officer how he knew?
    “You could just tell him that a neighbor called in because they’d noticed some suspicious activity.” Dimples inhaled sharply, and then started coughing. “Are you all right?” I asked.
    “Yeah…fine.” He swallowed and cleared his throat several times. When he finally looked at me, he didn’t know exactly what to say. Then he called the other officer over and gave him the information, using the reasoning I had given him.
    “I don’t know how you do it,” he said when the officer left, “but if this pans out…” he shook his head with disbelief. “Come on, we’d better get going.”
    I followed him down a long hallway and up a flight of stairs. “For your protection you’ll be in another room looking through a one-way mirror so the suspect won’t see you. We have seven men in the line-up. All you have to do is identify the guy whom you think shot you.”
    He opened a door to a room that was dark inside and framed by a huge window. On the other side about twenty feet away, the men were lined up in a row, and numbers were on the wall above their heads.
    Dimples shut the door, and had me sit on a soft chair in front of the window. “Don’t worry, they can’t see you.” He must have sensed the  tension that stiffened my shoulders. Through an intercom he told the officer we were ready, and at his command the men turned from one side to the other before facing front again.
    I examined each one closely. They were all dressed alike, with the same complexion and dark hair, but number three looked the