"What do you mean?"
Risa scooted past on the train again, this time making siren noises.
Dia smiled. "She's destined to work with cars when she's older. If it has wheels and it's fast, she loves it."
I raised my eyebrows. "So she's not psychic like you?"
"Oh, she is. I'm just not sure what direction her talent will take, as it is still developing. But it's there and it's strong. More so than mine." She shrugged, then added, "From what I have seen - or felt - from the clients who have gone there, the club is a good place to be. But I have always sensed something predatory behind it."
"Most werewolf clubs have that feel. The hunt is on for sex."
She nodded. "But this is different."
"In what way?"
She hesitated. "It has something to do with the owners. They are predators."
"They?"
"There are two of them, and they are what the club is."
"Which makes a whole lot of sense," I muttered.
She smiled. "What I see through my visions is not always definable. You know that."
I blew out a breath, then said, "Have you heard any recent news reports?"
She studied me for a minute, blind eyes unfocused and yet curiously aware all the same. "You're hunting whoever is tearing apart those poor women, aren't you?"
"Yes." Unfortunately. "But nothing is making sense. We found both killers dead for no apparent reason, and neither should have been capable of tearing someone apart like they did."
"Sometimes humans can do extraordinary things."
And sometimes something else is involved. "At least one of the victims was unfaithful. I know anger can often give a little extra strength but this goes beyond that. And what I really can't understand is why these men would go to such extremes. I mean, why destroy their own lives as well as their partner's? That doesn't make sense."
"Jealousy often doesn't. And it can be a very destructive emotion."
Yeah, but the cause of these murders was more than that. I was sure of it. "It just doesn't feel right."
And if anyone would understand that statement, then it would be Dia.
She continued to study me for several seconds, then said, "If you want me to help, I need to touch you."
My heart accelerated. I knew it was fear of the unknown more than fear of her. Which was odd, really, considering some of the truly depraved men I'd brought down over the last year. "Why?"
She smiled. "We both know you are afraid of what I might or might not see of your future, which is why you are so reluctant to even shake my hand in greeting. But if you want my help on these cases, I need to see what you have seen. And to do that, I must first touch you."
And here I was thinking I'd been so clever about concealing my apprehension about her powers.
She held out a hand, palm up. With some reluctance, I placed my fingers in hers.
"If you see more shit in my future, I do not want to know about it. I've been through enough this last year."
Her expression was serious as her blind gaze swept my face. Sometimes it was hard to remember this woman could not see. "I cannot always control the direction of my gifts. If you do not wish to hear where they lead, then it is best we not do this. I will not censure what I see. I never have."
Which is probably why she'd become as renowned as she was. Good or bad, she told it all - and honesty was rare in her field.
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "Let's just do this, then."