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to anyone again. But I disagree with her. You can’t run from who and what you are, sweetness. This situation is proof of that.”
    â€œSo you think I should track Clint Harrigan down, tell him my story whether he wants to hear it or not, and let the chips fall where they may?”
    â€œThat’s my advice. You’ll never have any peace otherwise. The little boy is in grave danger. When your visions are glazed with red, it always means blood. You know that as well as I do. If you do nothing and Trevor dies, how will you live with it?”
    Tears rushed to Loni’s eyes. “If I do intervene and Trevor dies, how will I live with it? I failed last time, and I still wake up in a cold sweat from nightmares about poor Cheryl. Even if I go to Clint Harrigan and he believes me, no one will be able to find the child tonight. He’s in a wilderness area somewhere. In my last vision he was wet and shuddering with cold, his only source of warmth a wet dog. If he’s in central Oregon, and I think he is, it may drop below freezing. How will he survive until morning?”
    â€œLeave that to God,” Aislinn replied. “You have only to believe in the gift that He’s given you and follow through, doing all that you can.” Aislinn lent emphasis to her statement with a brief silence. “God doesn’t make mistakes, sweetheart. You were born with an extraordinary ability. Don’t you think He wants you to do good works with it?”
    â€œA lot of people believe a gift like mine is from Satan, that I’m innately evil.”
    â€œBalderdash. You’re a child of God. I baptized you myself right after you were born, and then you were formally baptized later. A sweeter, dearer person never breathed, except for the Virgin Mother, of course, and she’s an impossible act to follow.”
    â€œThe catechism of the Catholic Church clearly states that fortune-tellers, psychics, clairvoyants, and all paranormal activities are strictly forbidden.”
    â€œYou’re not a fortune-teller, and the word psychic is a very broad term that covers everything from charlatans with tarot cards who charge by the hour to true clairvoyants who were simply born with second sight. Have you ever once used your gift for financial gain? Have you ever once participated in a séance, trying to communicate with spirits? Do you own a crystal ball or wear crystals on your person? Do you draw hexagons on the floor and mix potions in a cauldron, or make voodoo dolls and put curses on your neighbors?”
    Loni couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a pentagram, not a hexagon, and no to all of the above. Of course I don’t.”
    â€œPrecisely. You’re simply different, sweetie. You were fashioned from a very special bolt of cloth by God’s own hands, and He had his reasons for giving you this gift. It’s your responsibility to put it to good use.”
    Loni mulled over her options, but in the end she had to accept that her grandmother was right. If little Trevor died, she would regret her failure to intervene for as long as she lived.
    â€œOkay,” she said, straightening her shoulders. “I’ll find Clint Harrigan, and I’ll tell him what I’ve seen. Just know this, Gram: If it all blows up in my face again, you have to move with me to Idaho. I’m not going someplace new with no family anywhere near me. When I left Lynwood, where you and Mom are, that’s why I came to Crystal Falls, because Deirdre is here.”
    â€œIdaho? Why Idaho?”
    â€œIt’s as good a place as any. Do you prefer California?”
    Aislinn laughed. “I’ll take Idaho. It’s closer to your mother.” Aislinn had lived only a few blocks from her daughter for as long as Loni could remember. “No hick towns, though. With Lynwood being so close to Seattle I’ve grown accustomed to all the great shopping, and couldn’t give that