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peered into mine, he was so beautiful, he almost took my breath away. “Take care of her, Warren.”
    Warren nodded. “Will do.”
    Xavier smiled, then vanished before my eyes in a gust of wind.
    I yelped and stared blankly at the empty space in front of me. Xavier had disappeared like that once before, and it scared me then too. Warren must have guessed what I was thinking because he chuckled softly.
    “He didn't vanish into thin air, he flew upward, I saw him. Darian can fly as well, but he moves entirely too fast for even my sight. Come on, let's go inside,” he said and I nodded.
    It was a cold night and I relished the warmth of my apartment. Unfortunately, as I looked around the apartment, it reminded me of Annette and I was immediately overwhelmed by sorrow. Annette and I would never watch TV and laugh together ever again. We would never laugh at each other’s jokes or decorate the Christmas tree while we both sang horribly to Christmas carols.
    “Oh God!!!! Why Annette!!!” she was my best friend, she was a true friend, she was the sister I've never had. All memories of her came rushing to me relentlessly. We had only known each other for three years, but it felt like a lifetime. I collapsed onto the floor, heart wrenching wails ripped from my throat, I did not even recognize my own voice! All I could do was hold myself and cry. Never before had I felt so much pain or so out of control of my emotions. Why her? Annette, who would never hurt a soul! Who was so full of life and happiness! I wanted to wish things to be as they were! I wanted to see Annette smile again, I wanted to hear her quirky laughter, I wanted to talk to her about my day, or to hear about hers! I wanted to smell the aroma of her cooking! I wanted those long nights when we would stay up to the break of dawn, laughing, and talking about nothing!
    I was dimly aware that Warren had taken me into his arms. In was holding me tightly, he did not say one word.
    Why did I feel so alone?
    Warren scooped me up from the floor and laid me on my bed. On my night stand was a picture of Annette and me on my birthday, just one month ago. There were identical smiles on our faces, our arms locked around each other...and now she is gone. I began to feel angry, why was Annette murdered to frame Darian!? I sat up on the bed and looked at Warren. He looked at me, his expression was sad, I could tell he didn't like seeing me in such anguish, nor did I like feeling so miserable.
    “Warren, I want to catch the person who did this to Annette, what do I need to do?” I asked as I wiped the tears from my eyes. Warren cleared his throat then answered.
    “I could get access to the crime scene, you can use your ability to see what you can. Do you want to do that?” he asked cautiously, I nodded my head.
    “Tonight. Let's go” I said as I climbed out of my bed. I needed something to take my mind away from my despair. Warren rose to his feet and we left the apartment. Thirty minutes passed before we pulled in front of Darian's nightclub. The club was empty, the S.U.I.T. had obtained a federal order to close the nightclub, at least that's what Warren told me. A uniformed officer stopped us at the door, Warren flashed his badge, the officer nodded at him then looked at me.
    “She's with me, we're doing an investigation.” Warren said, and the officer gave me another look over, then allowed us to pass.
    Warren led me to the huge multilevel garage where police tape blocked off Darian's Pavilion. I was willing to bet a lot of people were jealous that Darian could afford such a luxurious automobile, especially those two detectives that were interrogating him. We squatted under the tape, then walked slowly towards Darian's car. I was half afraid to touch it for what I would see later in my visions. I swallowed hard and gently placed my fingers on the trunk then running them over the key slot. I felt nothing as my hands rested on the cold metal of the trunk. I looked at Warren