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I am, do you?”
    “Dr. Balnore Ramirez.” Paige suddenly recalled his name. She’d seen it in the case files. “You were seeing Ashley Fort, the second victim in the St. Francisville murders.”
    The doctor’s open expression slammed shut as he pulled back and took a careful seat in his leather chair. He crossed one leg over the other, one elbow propped on his desk. He picked up a pen and rolled it in his fingers as he watched her warily.
    Paige knew she was dreaming. This wasn’t the first time she’d replayed interviews. This was the first one she’d initiated one in a dream.
    “Are you sure you’re dreaming?”
    She jerked in surprise. Was he reading her mind?
    “Detective,” he said, his tone stern, his expression hard. “How can I be of assistance?”
    A brown leather chair materialized behind her. Sinking into it, she took in a steadying breath. “Am I supposed to know you?”
    His nostrils flared minutely. “Do you?”
    She narrowed her gaze and shook her head.
    He shrugged, his cheeks sucked into an expression of dark brooding. “Then you do not.”
    What the hell was this guy’s problem? “Dr. Ramirez, I am here to investigate the murders of three individuals. You were the psychiatrist for Mrs. Fort—”
    “I was Ashley’s psychologist.”
    Paige gestured with her hand, brushing off his affront. “Psychologist. I need to know if she mentioned seeing anyone new. If maybe she mentioned something she and the victims were working on. I don’t know. Anything that might be helpful.”
    The doctor rubbed his nose with his index finger. “Perhaps. How much do you believe?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You are the witch detective.”
    She rolled her eyes. That never got old.
    “They found a key. Malika brought it out. They were scrying. Ashley was scared. Didn’t like what she saw.”
    Something about how he said the word key sent a chill down her spine. “What do you mean?”
    “Ashley had foresight. Do you know what that means?”
    “She believed she could see into the future.”
    He tapped his fingers on the desk in a pointed staccato. “You don’t believe in that.”
    Paige shrugged. “It could be she was just really good at logic puzzles.”
    The doctor studied her. Whatever conclusions he came to remained locked behind his unchanging face. “She was scared. Said something dark was coming, that the magick was turning toward the left-hand path.”
    “What did she tell you about the key?”
    The sudden weight in his gaze pinned her in place. “Only that they were trying to open it. Does that make sense to you?”
    “No.” She tapped her pen on her notepad, squirming under the power of his attention.
    “Check Mike and Malika’s alibis.”
    “Who are they?”
    “Lieutenant Mike Jones and his girlfriend Malika Moore.”
    Those names hadn’t popped up in the case files.
    “No. They wouldn’t have.”
    Good goddamn! Was he reading her mind again? What was going on?
    “Brian pulled Lieutenant Jones off the case when Ashley was killed.”
    “So?”
    “The two had been friends, but what the good chief didn’t know was they were a part of a coven.”
    That was important information, but wait. What? “Coven?”
    Dr. Ramirez nodded.
    How was she getting this information in a dream?
    “Are you sure this is a dream?”
    Paige’s pulse quickened. “What else could it be?”
    “You sought me out like you used to. We’re communicating like we did before Leah.”
    Her heart clenched and she swallowed. “I don’t—I don’t understand.”
    Dr. Ramirez pursed his lips. “Why are you still blocked?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You’re missing years.” He opened a book on his desk and idly trailed a finger down the page.
    Her entire body stilled. “How do you know that?”
    “Have you tried to get your memories back?”
    “How,” she repeated moving to the edge of her seat, “do you know that?”
    “Are you waiting for them to magically reappear?”
    “Who are