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color. If he were dead, the vibrancy wouldn’t be there. It would be like looking at a photo. All flat and no life. No color. It’s weird because his eyes were brighter an hour ago—”
    â€œBut we
are
looking at a photo and I sure as hell don’t see anything in this picture but a blue-eyed baby and his batshit-crazy mother.”
    â€œShe’s not crazy!
¡Madre de Dios!
” Karma slapped one hand on the table in frustration.
    â€œYou want to keep your temper under control.” Short cop pointed a finger at her that had her biting back her words. When she put her hands back in her lap and clutched her purse, he added, “What is it you want, Ms. De La Cruz?” He’d said her name like he had a bag of dog crap under his puglike nose. “What do you want from us?”
    â€œIt’s obvious, isn’t it?” Her temper spiked again, but she reined it in. Exhaled a slow breath and added a softness to her voice that didn’t quite mask her accent. “I want you to find the baby.”
    For a moment they said nothing. The cops glanced at each other, their expressions as disbelieving as if she’d said she had a unicorn in her car. She needed to make them understand. These jerks had to help find Wesley, since Ziggy obviously had no intention of helping. Throwing caution to the bitter February wind she began, “There’s something you should know—”
    â€œWhen we find him, you expect to be compensated, right?” Short cop gave her a grin that was nothing short of wicked.
    â€œNo! I—” Panic clawed at her. They not only didn’t believe her, they thought she was here for financial gain. “I don’t care about money. It’s the baby. He’s—”
    â€œDead.” The mustache cop pumped a fist on the table. “Gwyn Bremer jumped off a bridge with her kid in her arms, in front of witnesses. You should have done your homework on the suspect before you danced in here with some cockamamie story about being friends and seeing auras. You have to be the worst psychic we’ve ever dealt with.”
    The short one laughed. “Yeah, you
see
auras but you suck at judging people.”
    His barb hit a little too close to the truth. Or what had been a truth long ago. Today, her vision and judgment were in perfect accord.
    The smug cops thought they were so funny. What they didn’t know was she saw their auras; the same color as when they’d sauntered into the room, looming like the Incredible Hulk of intimidation.
    Her belly jittered with nerves. They didn’t believe her. They didn’t want to believe her. Their suspicious, ant-size brains couldn’t comprehend someone like her being out for anything but money. She recognized the color of distrust, disbelief. Still, she had to try, for Wesley’s sake. For Gwyn’s.
    â€œDid you know Gwyn was afraid for her life?” The cops shifted back in their seats, and crossed their arms over their chests, like synchronized dancers. “It’s why I came to Tidewater last month. Gwyn had a problem with her birthing coach and needed me to fill in.”
    â€œWhat sort of problem?”
    â€œI don’t know. She never explained.”
    â€œHuh. So we have a jumper who, according to you, was afraid for her life.” Mustache cop glanced at his partner. “You hearing what I am?”
    â€œYeah, Esmerelda here knows she’s missing out on money and coming up with a new story.” He pulled a face and nodded as if begrudgingly agreeing. “We could arrest her for filing a false police report. What do you think?”
    Her heart took a swan dive into her belly. The hostility in the room ratcheted up eighty percent.
    â€œNo need for that. I’m going.” Karma was smart enough to know when to back down. José, her dickhead of a stepfather, had taught her that in spades back in Mexico. Rising to her feet, she tugged on her