A SCARRED MIND
Jake Murphy is forced to emerge from the psychic closet when he has a premonition of a stranger’s brutal stabbing death. Gifted since childhood, Jake has always “known” things, like who would win the latest dating reality show, but he has never communed with the dead. Now that he must delve into the mind of a sadistic murderer, crystal ball jokes are the least of his worries.
Jake catches only a glimpse of the killer in his vision, but the jagged scar on the man’s right cheek is enough of an identifier to convince two detectives to check it out. Although content to let the cops handle it from there, Jake’s work is not done. His visions become more intense, warning him that the scarred man intends to kill again. And even though he would rather not believe it, Jake holds the key to stopping the murders.
When Jake brushed the bank teller’s hand and foresaw her death, Tuesday instantly became a bad day.
“Oh shit,” he blurted out.
The teller paused in the process of counting out the bills from the check Jake was cashing. With a raised eyebrow, she said, “Excuse me?”
Jake opened his mouth in an attempt to explain but the words caught in his throat. What was he supposed to say? Certainly not “I’m sorry for my profanity, ma’am. I just had a vision in which you were viciously murdered by a scarred dude with a butcher knife.”
His mouth still hanging open, Jake’s gaze drifted to the attractive brunette’s nametag. He found himself staring at the name engraved in gold: Stephanie. Jake wondered if Stephanie had children. He kind of hoped not. But she was obviously married, judging by the ginormous rock on her ring finger. Sarah certainly didn’t have a diamond that big.