Lingering Touch: The Summer Park Psychics, Book 3 by Cassandra Chandler Page A

from random readings. Daphne returned and handed it over.
    “Thanks.” He slid it on, aware of the many stares on him as he did. They were waiting for him. No more stalling. “The connection isn’t to the killer. It’s one of his victims. I’m having nightmares about what happened to her.”
    As soon as Finn sat back down, Dad started his interrogation. “Was she someone you’d met before?”
    “I don’t know. I guess she does seem familiar somehow, but that could be because I’m dreaming about her every night.”
    Dad leaned on the table. “What happens in the dreams?”
    “I basically experience what she did when she was being held by Michael Angelo. I’m chained to a wall and he’s… Well, the dreams are unpleasant and I can say wholeheartedly that I’m glad the sick bastard is dead.”
    Daphne shifted her weight and said, “Could you have touched something the victim came into contact with? Maybe in the bar?”
    “I thought about that. I don’t know how that could have happened. For these memories to be available, it would have to be something that she touched while she was being held captive. Only one person escaped, and I doubt she kept any mementos.”
    “Two escaped,” Jazz said. “If you count Elsa.”
    “You know one of his victims?” Daphne asked.
    “I don’t know any victims ,” Jazz said. “I do know both of the women who took him down.”
    “Are they okay?”
    Jazz nodded at Daphne. “They’re going to be fine. I’m more worried about Finn right now.”
    What an admission. And after only knowing Daphne for a few minutes.
    “Rachel’s the one who shot him,” Finn said.
    “That’s Garrett’s friend,” Dad said. “I’ve heard him mention her.”
    “Yeah, and if you would watch the news or read anything other than your books, you’d know Rachel’s dad is running for office soon. The whole thing has been swept under the rug. The lid they’re keeping on this is insane. They have to have something they’re using as leverage on a whole lot of people.”
    Dad shook his head. “I can’t fault a man for trying to protect his daughter.”
    Jazz let out a snort and everyone turned to her. She shrugged. “Rachel’s parents don’t give a crap about her. She’s a prop they use to appear like a perfect family. They’re covering their own asses, not hers.”
    “That’s a cheery thought,” Daphne said.
    “It’s the truth.”
    “Where’s the connection, though?” Dad tapped his finger on the table. “Break it down for me.”
    Finn’s dad was even more of a hidden weapon for his investigations than Finn’s powers. Finn could always count on him to give new insight into cases. Dad was the one who told him to start tracking Elsa when Finn’s investigation into Dante hit a wall. And really, that was when this had all started.
    “Okay. So, Garrett calls me to look into Elsa’s new roommate.”
    “He did what ?” Jazz broke in.
    Finn sighed. “It was after the break-in, when she refused to call the cops.”
    Jazz looked like she was about to light into him again, but then cast a wary glance at Daphne.
    “I already know about Dante being from the 1800s and Elsa’s ability to time travel,” Daphne said. “Finn was kind of flipping out when he figured things out, and the walls are really thin up here.”
    “Great.” Jazz glared at Finn. That was going to cost him.
    “Could we maybe stay focused?” Dad said. “You worked Garrett’s case and found the creepy guy, but never told me what came of it. You just said he was out of the picture.”
    “Yeah,” Finn said. “Permanently. That was Michael Angelo.”
    Jazz took a step toward him. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides.
    “You knew that Michael was stalking Elsa?”
    “I knew someone was stalking Elsa,” Finn said. “You all did. And I let Garrett know what I’d found out as soon as I could. Turns out it was a little too late.”
    “Come on now.” Dad tapped the table harder. “Let’s focus