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collapsed to the ground, shaking uncontrollably.
              Justine watched and waited in silence until her friend finally stood up. The vision was over, but Sadie'd seen it. No doubt about that. In silence, they started back. She was curious about Sadie's vision, but knew better than invoke the voodoo priestess' wrath by asking questions.
              Sadie said nothing as they entered their hotel room. While Justine unpacked, she hobbled over to the window and stared into the dark night.
              Justine could stand the silence no longer. "Well," she prompted. "What did you see?"
              Sadie's dark face paled and her hands shook. "Death," she announced in a hoarse whisper. "I seen my death."
             
             
             
             
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                  Mary closed the telephone book and threw down her pencil. "Well, that's the end of that." She raised her glance toward Jack, who was busy skimming through names in another directory. "Had any luck?"
              "No, sorry. Neither Sadie nor Justine are listed."
              "Damn." She stared at the tall racks of books that surrounded the narrow table in the center of the library. "What do you think about doing a search of courthouse records to see if anybody with the same last name is listed as a property owner? Justine said her son was building a house for them. Maybe he put it in his name, instead of hers. If we come up with the same last name, we can send a letter and asking that it be forwarded to Justine or Sadie. Or, we can try the electric and water companies. Maybe they have an account there. They have to have electricity and running water."
              "I hate to burst your bubble, sweetie, but have you considered the fact that Justine's son might not have the same last name? And, if that's the case, he might have all the accounts in his name, including the utilities and the deed to the house."
              "Well, if nothing else, I can always call the banks here to see if either of them had a checking account, or as a last resort, I can call the local Social Security office and see what I can glean from them." Her smile faded and she reached to squeeze Jack's fingers in hers. "Jack, I've got to find them and invite them to come back to the plantation. I don't know why, and I can't explain it other than my gut feeling tells me I'm going to need Sadie's help."
              He pushed his chair away from the table, wincing at the scraping noise. "If it's that important to you, then we'll keep looking until we find them. It's not like they fell off the face of the earth."
              She smiled and followed him to the parking lot. He was right. It was just a matter of time before they located the two elderly women. She paused to check her watch, then tapped his shoulder. "I told Aunt Elizavon we'd be back at the plantation around two, which means we have enough time to do one more quick search, then head back. Would you mind checking the courthouse database while I check the banks? If they had an account, they must have provided a forwarding address. Maybe I can get the bank to forward a letter. They'd never give me the address without a court order, but since they both lived at the plantation for so long, maybe the bank manager will help me out. It's worth a shot."
              She glanced at her watch one last time. "It's eleven-thirty now. I should be done in about half an hour. Why don't I come back to the courthouse when I'm finished and we can go to lunch then? It shouldn't take you very