Chapter 4

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He picks up another rock and skips it across the moonlit water. I pick up a rock, try to do the same thing, but it just plops. "How do you do that?" I question.

"It's all in the wrist." He shows me how to flick my wrist. He shows me the motion of the throw. I try again, but it doesn't work.

I was using my less dominating hand anyways.

We walk along the shore. A woman on a boat in the distance shouts, and then she jumps into the water. She gets a 'whoop' of cheer from the others. Someone else jumps in as well. I can't tell whether they are female or male.

We go back to the boardwalk. A woman sits on the ground covered in veils, and jangling jewelry. Covered, except for very heavily, made up eyes she sits cross legged. A box sits in front of her with a crystal ball on it. Inside the ball, a fog, or mist swirls.

I'm usually not one for Psychics, or anything of the sort, but the crystal ball is pretty amazing looking. It may not hold any truths, or futures, or whatever they hold, but for one thing, it holds my attention longer than it should.

So does the woman's eyes. Her eyes bore into me, and not Ranger. Usually eyes lock onto Ranger, and never let go.

I'm one of them.

I step back. Ranger stands firm.

"Would you like to know your future?" the woman says with what she must assume is a Middle Eastern Accent. It isn't, but she gets points for trying.

"Sure, why not." I reach into my pocket and put money into her filled cup. I squat down.

She adjusts herself. She pulls the pants waistband up higher.

She moves her veiny hands around the crystal ball and stares into its depth. "I see destruction in your future."

Ranger coughs/chuckle. My eyes go to him. He doesn't even smirk. He thinks I didn't catch that.

"Why is that?"

"I see an explosion. I see you choking on a chicken bone. I see you twisting your ankle in four inch heels."

"Enough!" I take the money back. "Is that how you people make your money!? If you think you are going to diss me for cash, you are sadly mistaken."

"I am only telling you the truth."

"I'm sure." I walk away with Ranger. He is probably laughing-on the inside.

I need to take a pill. The pain with disappear and I'll be able to sleep.

"I heard you back there. You already read that future in the car, haven't you?"

"Babe," he wraps his arm around my waist. His fingers grip firmly. "You don't need a crystal ball to see the destruction of your car. It must be written in your DNA."

"You think you are funny too." I put a hand on his. He kisses my cheek.

We get some ice-cream before going back to the room. I grab the ice bucket, fill it up and bring it back. I put an
ice pack on my shoulder, take a pill and get into bed. The room is still cool, and the lights are dim. He gets into bed. Naked. I'm surprised he hasn't made a move on me. Somehow that makes me feel undesirable.

The psychic is wrong. Not everything in my future is going to be destruction, or awkward situations. Those situations have already happened.

…..Already happened..

…The chicken bone, the sprained ankle, the explosion!

Chris Giligan! The FTA who got away! All my "futures" were situations in which I tried to capture him. The case was put on hold when all leads disappeared.

It has to be him!

"Ranger! Ranger!" I slap him. He rolls over. "What?"

"The psychic, it's an FTA who skipped out of Trenton a couple weeks ago. Chris Giligan. It's not a woman, it's a man. The voice should've gave it away. The adjusting of his crouch should've showed me that it was man. Women adjust their boobs, not their crouch; men do that."

That gets a smirk out of him.

"I don't think he's still out there tonight since its past midnight. Let's try tomorrow. If he doesn't think I caught on, then he might be in the same spot."

"Good spot. Sometimes you have to believe that you are good at what you do."

"If only that was true. Everyone knows that I am a joke. Maybe one day I will prove them wrong. Maybe one day luck will turn into skill. Until then I'll use that luck. I'm still alive, even if I am not well."

He puts one hand on my forehead, and one on my back. "You're still burning up. You should head to a hospital just to make sure there isn't an infection."

"And miss this FTA!? I'll be fine. I'll just pop another pill. If it doesn't improve I'll go to the hospital."

"If you set fire to the sheets, I will personally drop you into a hospital bed, and then handcuff you there until you are checked out. And cleared. You will be cleared this time."

"That is the reason why I wanted to go on vacation by myself."

"When you pass out on a beach, who is going to be there?"

"I'm not going to pass out. I don't have a bullet in me, and I don't have a hole. I'll be fine. I can overcome this. Soon enough my body will be back to normal."

"Until then.. If you go to sleep, and the heat of your body increases, don't be surprised that you are in a hospital bed. Handcuffed."

I go to sleep, and unfortunately, I wake up in a hospital bed.

Handcuffed.

Shit.