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first of many.”
    “You sense that?”
    “Yes.”
    “Sense it psychically?”
    “Yes.”
    “The first of how many?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “You saw the killer?”
    “No.”
    “Pick up anything about him?”
    “No.”
    “Not even the color of his hair?”
    “Nothing, Max.”
    “Have these killings taken place yet?”
    “I don’t think so. But I can’t be sure. I was so surprised by the visions that I didn’t make any attempt to hold on to them. I didn’t pursue them like I should have.”
    He got out of bed and slipped into his own robe. She stood up, moved against him. “You’re shivering,” he said.
    She wanted to be loved and sheltered. “It was horrible.”
    “They always are.”
    “This was worse than usual.”
    “Well, it’s over.”
    “No. Maybe it is over or shortly will be for those women. But not for us. We’re going to get tangled up in this one. Oh, God, so many bodies, so much blood. And I think I knew one of the dead girls.”
    “Who was she?” he asked, holding her still closer.
    “The face I saw was so badly disfigured. I couldn’t tell who she was, but she seemed familiar.”
    “It had to be a dream,” he said reassuringly. “The visions don’t come to you out of the blue. You’ve always had to concentrate, focus your attention in order to pick them up. Like when you start tracking a killer, you have to handle something that belonged to his victim before you can receive images of him.”
    He was telling her what she already knew, soothing her in the manner of a father explaining to his still frightened young daughter that the ghosts she had seen in the dark bedroom were only the draft-stirred curtains she could now see with all the lights on.
    Actually it didn’t matter to her what he said. Just hearing him speak and feeling him close, Mary grew calm.
    “Even when you’re searching for a lost ring or necklace or brooch,” Max said, “you have to see the box or drawer where it was kept. So what you saw tonight had to be a dream because you didn’t seek it.”
    “I feel better.”
    “Good.”
    “But not because I believe it was a dream. I know it was a vision. Those women were real. They’re either dead by now or they soon will be.” She thought of the brutally beaten faces and she said, “God help them.”
    “Mary—”
    “It was real, ,” she insisted, letting go of his hand and sitting on the mattress. “And it’s going to involve us.”
    “You mean the police will ask for your help?”
    “More than that. It’s going to affect us ... intimately. It’s the start of something that’ll change our lives.”
    “How can you know that?”
    “The same way I know everything else about it. I sense it psychically.”
    “Whether or not it’s going to change our life,” he said, “is there any way we can help those women?”
    “We know so little. If we called the police, we couldn’t tell them anything worthwhile.”
    “And since you don’t know what town it will happen in, which police department would we call? Can you pick up the vision again?”
    “No use trying. It’s gone.”
    “Maybe it’ll return spontaneously, just the way it came the first time.”
    “Maybe.” The possibility chilled her. “I hope not. As it is, I’ve got too many nasty visions in my life. I don’t want them to start flashing on me when I’m not prepared, when I’m not asking for them. If that became a regular thing, I’d end up in a madhouse.”
    “If there isn’t anything we can do about what you saw,” Max said, “then we have to forget about it for tonight. You need a drink.”
    “I had some water.”
    “Would I ever suggest water? I meant something with more bite.”
    She smiled. “At this hour of the morning?”
    “It’s not morning. We went to bed early, remember. And we’ve been asleep only half an hour or so.”
    She looked at the travel clock. Eleven-ten. “I thought I’d been conked out for hours.”
    “Minutes,” he said. “Vodka and