Chapter 1

The Agency

Atwater, Florida a small town a few miles south of Orlando, and Headquarters of Phoenix Investigations. That evening about 10 p.m. in the spacious office of the head investigator/ owner and founder of the Agency and young man in his late teens walked wearily through the door. He walked over, dropped his black denim jacket on the desk, and sank down into the chair.

He breathed a weary sigh and switched on the computer in front of him. he put his headset on and began dictating as the computer program typed out what he said.

"File 173: the Anderson Case. As previously mentioned in this file one Cliff Anderson hired me to locate his late Client Astor Fulbright's missing will. He suspected that one of Fulbright's three would-be heirs had taken it with the express purpose of changing it in order to claim the lion share of the estate. The Estate itself is worth somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred million dollars.

Current Status of the Case: The will was located hidden in a false bottom in a suitcase belonging to one Helen Barker the great niece of Astor Fulbright. She however was not the guilty party. Though they, Miss Barker had her two cousins Henry and James Fulbright, have all been pitching a fit about having to share the estate equally, it turns out that Henry was the one who did the actual stealing. He knew that there was the a clause in the will that state what anyone caught meddling with the will in any way shape or form would be immediately cut. Hence the reason he tried to frame his darling cousin. Fortunately he never stopped to consider that he was leaving fingerprints on the will with when he planted it in her secret compartment.

The case was concluded on this date by yours truly resulting in Henry being cut out of the will and a nice generous fee for me. Personally I think that instead of willing them equal shares in the estate he should have willed those three brats each a good spanking.

Yours Truly,

Jace Pierson."

Jace had just saved the file and taken the headset off when the door opened and his father Dr. Elias Pierson walked in.

"Hi Dad," said Jason yawning slightly and stretching.

"Case finished, Son," asked his dad. Elias Pierson was physician/ scientist of some renown, however he had never pressured Jace to follow in his footsteps he said,

"Son, I don't care if you want to be a doctor or house painter just so long as you do your best at it."

As his dad sat down in the Chair opposite him Jace replied,

"Yeah it's a closed case all right I just finished my report." Jace yawned and stretched again.

"Son," said his Dad, "I'm very proud of you and the good reputation this agency of yours has, but let me give you some advice. It's time that you hired a partner. You're rapidly getting to the point where you've got more cases than you can handle."

"Dad I've tried to find a partner before, twice! One was a lazy good-for-nothing who ran up my pay per view bill and nearly ate me out of business, and the other one was a walking accident that nearly cost me my liability insurance when he blew a hole in the roof, of my apartment, with a shotgun, ruining my satellite dish as well as my new carpet with the rain started pouring in."

"Okay, Okay," Said his Dad, "So the first two were wash outs!"

"Please, don't say wash out!" Said Jace cringing as he remembered the wet carpet.

"Sorry, Bad choice of words," replied his father, "As I was saying don't let two Darwin award rejects stop you from looking!"

"I'll keep trying, Dad," Jace Replied, "But in the morning, I'm tired and I think I'll turn in for the night."

"Good idea," said his dad getting up to leave, "I'll see you in the morning." After seeing his dad out with instructions to 'kiss mom for me' he turned, grabbed his jacket and walked into the elevator and punched the button for the top floor. That was one floor above his office and was where his penthouse was located.

A surprise inheritance, from a Great Uncle that had passed two years earlier, left Jace the owner of this building and a plenty of money to live on.

Jace stifled a yawn as he stepped off the elevator into the spacious penthouse. Stripping off his clothes and throwing them in the hamper he headed for the shower. He stood in the shower letting the warm water cascade over him. Just as he was feeling good and relaxed, it happened again. He flashed to a vision. He was seeing through someone else's eyes! He looked down and saw that whoever this vision was about was obviously a girl she was wearing some sort of gown but the strange thing was it appeared to be covered in blood!

A split second later there was scream that he was sure would deafen his eardrums and everyone he could see was thrown backwards. There was another flash of white light and he was back in his shower again.

Jace when on with his shower after coming to his senses, but his mind was racing, he had no Idea who the girl in the bloody dress, and who's eyes he saw through was, but he recognized what he had seen happen. This girl had unleashed a telekinetic shockwave!

"Why am I seeing this?" he wondered. He was brought out of his musings when he realized that he didn't have any shampoo. The bottle he had just picked up was empty. There was another bottle in the bathroom cabinet. He visualized it and the cabinet door swung open and the bottle of shampoo floated out of the cabinet up over the shower door and into Jace's hand.

Jace finished his shower and grabbing a towel began to dry off. All the time he was debating whether or not to tell his dad about the visions.

"After all," he mused to himself, "This is the second time in two days I've had that vision."

He pictured the vision in his mind's eye again, seeing the bloody dress and shockwave again. He shook his head and spoke in a soft voice to girl in his vision.

"Who are you, you poor soul?!"