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sketches.”
    “Sketches?”
    “What I draw, to stop the visions. Sometimes words don’t do it.” She blew out a shaky breath. “Often words won’t do it.”
    I thought about the way the crucifixion tree looked, even without the dead guy attached to it, and suppressed a shudder. Those would have been some horrible drawings. No wonder the cops were interested in her.
    “Did you leave them with the police?” I asked.
    “Yes,” Honoria said. “They wanted them, and I thought they would help.” She snorted derisively. “I think those drawings are the reason the police believe I’m involved.”
    “Is that what they told you? That they think you’re involved?” James finally spoke. I noticed the tone was gone.
    Honoria looked at him. “Before they let me go, they called me a ‘person of interest.’ Said they’d have some more questions for me later. Told me not to leave town.” She sniffed and looked like she was going to burst into tears again.
    “And you are absolutely sure you don’t know this man—” James started to speak, and I could tell it was a stupid question, a question that meant nothing, so I rode right over it with my own.
    “Do you have copies of your drawings? Or maybe some others, that you didn’t take to the police? Anything like that at all?”
    I didn’t even look at James when I heard him slump back in his chair with a huff. He’d get over it. I—we—needed to see those drawings.
    “Yes.”
    “Any chance we can see them? Soon?”
    “How about now?” She reached into her purse and pulled out a handful of wrinkled sheets of paper. “Here are some that I drew on my way here. You can have them if you want.”
    “Hey, wait—” James started, but I glared him into quiet, and took the proffered pages from Honoria’s hand. I put them on the desk top. Then I stared, hard.
    “What am I looking at?” I finally asked. This wasn’t the crucifixion tree, or anything like it.
    “I don’t know,” Honoria said.
    James stood and looked at the topmost sheet. “Looks like the front of a house.”
    “I get that,” I said. “But why?” I glanced at Honoria. “I thought you said all you saw was his murder. That was at the church, wasn’t it?”
    Honoria shrugged. “It comes to me and I draw it,” she said. “I have no control.” She pointed at a small figure hastily penciled into one of the windows of the house. “That’s him,” she said. “In that house. For some reason.”
    I looked at the sketch again and blinked. The address of the house was etched above the hastily sketched door. If Eddie had somehow figured out a way to go to this house, maybe he was still there. Maybe I could catch him . . .
    “I have an idea,” I said.
    “I don’t know how much help we’ll be,” James said over my words, glaring at me when I turned and stared at him. “We don’t have much to go on.”
    Actually, we did. If I hurried and got to the address on the sketch, I was certain I could catch Eddie there and then talk to him. We’d have the case sewn up in no time. This was going to be a cake walk.
    “I think we should take the case, James.” I smiled, hoping I sounded businesslike and not like I was begging. “I have a few ideas—”
    “No doubt you do,” Honoria said, and then she gave me an appraising look that brought my smile down a few lumens, I have to tell you. “I think you will be able to clear up this misunderstanding that I have with the police in no time at all.” She glanced at James again, a strange half-smile on her face. “Make sure you listen to her,” she said. “She has—skills in this area, I think.”
    “See?” I looked at James so I didn’t have to look at Honoria anymore, suddenly afraid she knew more about me than I was willing to admit to anyone else in the room. Namely James. “We can do this.”
    He stared at me for a long moment, until I silently mouthed, “Please” at him. He shrugged and then turned back to Honoria. “I’ll give you a