Forbidden Territory. Paula Graves

shape of the unknown little girl. But as she approached the child, the image shimmered and faded into gray.

      The mists began to clear, and Lily found herself in her living room, slumped on the sofa. The afternoon sunlight had begun to wane, shadows swallowing most of the room. Maybe ten minutes had passed since the vision started.

      Real time. I was really there.

      But who was the other little girl?

      “Ms. Browning?” The sound of Lieutenant McBride’s voice made her jump.

      He sat on her coffee table, his expression shuttered. He’d shed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt to his forearms. “Back among the living?” he asked dryly.

      Her head pounded from the fight she’d put up to hold off the vision until she could tell McBride about the call. Staggering to her feet, she headed to the kitchen for her pills.

      The detective followed. “Another headache?”

      She swallowed a pill and washed it down with water from the tap. “If you’re just going to mock me for the rest of the afternoon, go away. Don’t you have a tape to analyze?”

      “The feds are on the way to pick it up. They’ll give Sergeant Baker in my office a copy to take over to Mr. Walters.”

      At least Mr. Walters would know why she didn’t make their meeting tonight, she thought.

      McBride sat down at her kitchen table and waved toward the chair next to him. “I’m all yours for the evening. So why don’t you tell me what the hell just happened in there?”

      “I need to lie down.”

      His eyes narrowed. “Fine. I’m not going anywhere.”

      She ignored the threat and staggered to her room, wincing as sunlight sliced through the parted curtains, shooting agony through her skull. Too ill to draw the blinds, she groped her way to her bed and lay down, covering her eyes with her forearm.

      She heard quiet footsteps approaching on the hardwood floor. She could feel McBride’s gaze on her. “You okay?”

      “I just need to sleep.”

      “Do the headaches usually come when you have visions?”

      “Only when I fight them,” she murmured through gritted teeth.

      “Why would you fight them?”