My name is Sidney Rinn. Growing up in an orphanage without parents and not knowing where you come from is hard, especially when you have a gift like mine. I’m a seer. I can see the past in any location I enter. Sometimes I see ghosts but mostly what I see is an instant replay of whatever event played out there. If it was important or traumatic to the person at the time then it’s important to me, otherwise I wouldn’t see it.
No, I’m not psychic nor do I claim to be. I’m just your average girl with an above average talent. Unfortunately, that talent had me seeing a murder I was never meant to see, which in turn, led me two of the sexiest men on the planet – Det. Denton Archer and PI Mitchell Caldwell. When Denton asked for my help on the case, I jumped in with both feet not realizing that that decision would change everything.
Now, I’m in love with both men and the killer is after me. Can my life get anymore complicated?
My eyes rounded in shock as I watched him disappear through the door. If I wasn’t mistaken I would swear the good Detective had just flirted with me. I mean, I know I’m new at this and all but come on – that couldn’t be any more blatant unless he tattooed it across my ass.
The question now becomes, do I flirt back or pretend it didn’t happen?
The good Catholic girl in me says to behave and pretend it didn’t happen, I do have my sweet Larry at home after all. But, the devil on my shoulder says what’s the harm in a little casual flirting? It’s not like I’m going to go home with the good Detective and screw his brains out. Oh, decisions, decisions.
I looked up as the man in question walked back in with soda in hand. He placed it down in front of me, “Let me know if you get hungry and we can break for some food.”
I popped open the soda and took a sip, “Do you always entice the ladies with canned soda, take out and mug shots?” Ok, the flirting won out.
He stared at me across the table with those dark soulful eyes, his lip twitched into a sly smile before he replied, “Always.”
I took another sip before placing the can of soda down on the table, “You might wanna work on your strategy Detective. I’m not sure mug shots are the way to go.”
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German
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Italian
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Translated by Paola Merlotti
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Iván Ochoa
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