Chapter Four
Over the next few days, while Daniel was at work, Nicole searched for more clues about Jeremiah Smith. After uncovering nothing, she decided to go to the place where she had seen the murder happen. She drove down to Detroit and parked her car on a side street. The street she had seen in her vision was unidentifiable, except for a sign she had seen, for a small souvenir shop. Since it was almost six, many shops were still open, so she asked around till she was able to find someone to give her directions. Detroit used to be a thriving city, but now it is mostly run down and so the side streets were mostly disserted.
Nicole found the street empty, and bare. Slowly, with a small flashlight she had brought, Nicole searched the area. Just as she was about to give up, something caught her attention. On one of the walls of the alley street, was a nick in a brick. It was large enough to be unusual. She traced it with her finger. It looked like a…well a, hammer or something had hit it. Nicole remembered that Jeremiah had bashed the victims head into the wall and then had injected him with something. Nicole shuddered as she remembered the light leaving his eyes…she shook her head and told herself to concentrate. Now the wall had given her nothing, except the fact that this was the right spot. She sighed. Jeremiah had been very thorough. There was nothing here to prove a murder or even show a murder happened. All she had was a body that was with the police, a vision of a murder, and a brick with a chip on it. She turned and stopped. Jeremiah stood in between Nicole and the street.
"H…how did you find me? Who are you? Why could you see me during my vision?" Nicole stammered out. He laughed and said,
"Do you think I will just answer all of your questions? But truthfully, I am surprised. You did not ask one question, probably the most important one." She looked confused. "Why you are not dead?" he answered her unasked question. "I could have killed you that first night we meet, I think you know that. And I could have easily found you any day I wanted to, today is proof of that."
"Well, why haven't you?" Nicole asked.
"I thought we had already gotten through the fact that I am not here to answer your questions."
"What are you here for, then?"
"Ah! Now, that would be a question, would it not? I am here because I am here. That is all you need to know. Now, hand over the phone." Shock overcame Nicole's face before she could conceal it. She had been slowly pulling out her phone and began dialed Daniel.
"No."
"Excuse me? Darling, that was not a suggestion. Don't make me repeat myself."
"Here!" Nicole threw the phone as hard as she could behind Jeremiah, turned and ran. Something grabbed her arm and suddenly she was flying threw the air. The sound of shattering glass filled the air and she landed on the glass. Pain filled her and slowly she felt herself drift away.