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Outside, the blazing heat was merciless. She leaned into the brick wall of the building and closed her eyes against the sun, too distracted to realize Etienne had followed her.
“Hey, cher, you okay?”
Startled, she took a second to hone in on his face. “It’s there, Etienne. Answers…reasons…everything’s there. Nathan, Miss Ellena, the message--all I have to do is put the pieces together and make them fit. I just don’t know how.”
She could see her frustration reflected in his eyes. Or is that his own frustration? She couldn’t be sure, and when she looked again, it was gone.
“I don’t know how,” she repeated irritably.
“You don’t have to know that now. You don’t have to do that now.” Etienne’s gaze was steady, his voice calm. “You have the wake tonight and the funeral tomorrow. That’s enough to handle.”
“I had another vision. In the museum. When I looked at that playbill.”
“So that’s why you came out here.” His features softened.
He lifted one hand toward her face, then drew back again as the front door burst open. Almost guiltily, Miranda stepped away to make room for the others on the sidewalk.
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