Rick hadn’t spoken to Mazi since they’d discovered who Kent Percy was, but now that the coven was a potential lead, he’d have to involve her. He and Jenna wrapped up the interrogations and joined Jack and Rayne in the conference room. Rick filled Jack in on the Rosewood Coven angle.
“I’d been puzzled for a while now,” Rick began, “trying to figure out how Percy communicated with Rayne the way he has. If he was involved with witches, then he may have picked up some means of telepathy or…”
“It’s a form of astral projection,” Rayne corrected him.
Jack scrunched up his face. “What’s that?” he asked.
“It’s a technique we use to move through time and space on an astral plane, but normally during sleep. Percy isn’t asleep when I see him in my visions. He’s modified it somehow.”
Jenna’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t think he is psychic too, do you?”
Rayne shrugged. “Maybe a little? But I don’t get that sense about him. He can only see me when I see him. If he was truly psychic, he should be able to see and know things without my presence.”
Jack rubbed the back of his neck. “No offense, Rayne, but all of this sounds like hocus-pocus to me.”
Jenna laughed. “I had the same opinion at first, Jack, but Rayne is authentic and she knows what she’s talking about.”
“Oh, I am not doubting you, Rayne. It will just take me a while to process all of this.”
Rayne smiled at Jack. “No offense taken. I am not sure I completely understand it all either.”
Jack returned the smile. “Good, I don’t want to be hexed,” he said with a wink. “So, what’s on your agenda next?” he asked as he turned his head toward Rick.
“We need to talk to Mazi. She’s in Brooklyn, so we should go there next.”
“We also need to talk to Percy’s parents,” Jenna injected.
“Let my team talk to the parents,” Jack suggested. “If they have anything to add, we’ll let you know.”
Rick and Jenna agreed.
Jack nodded at Rick and Jenna. “We’ll get to it then,” he said as he walked off to inform his team.
“I’d better call Mazi. Wouldn’t want to just show up unannounced,” Rick decided as he pulled his cellphone out of his briefcase and dialed her number.
“Mazi Star… how may I chart you?”
“Hello, cousin. Quite a catchy lead-in.”
Mazi laughed. “Thanks, cuz. What’s up?”
“I’m in New York, working this case. I need your help.”
“Is it related to that necklace I sent for Rayne?”
“A bit. We think the guy we are looking for was a member of Rosewood.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell, but Charlene keeps the coven’s records. Meet me at Meadow Avenue. We just rented a loft space there for Rosewood. It will be so good to see you, Rick.”
“You too, Mazi. We’ll be there in an hour, depending on the traffic.”
“We? Did you bring Jenna with you?”
“I did, but Rayne is with us as well.”
“So, I will finally get to meet your Rayne Fallon. Goody,” Mazi said with a wicked, yet playful tone.
Rick chuckled. “See you in a bit, cuz.”
Rick ended his call with Mazi and walked over to Jenna and Rayne. “It’s all set. Mazi didn’t recognize Kent Percy’s name though.”
Jenna wrinkled up her nose. “Maybe he used an alias like he did down at the church center.”
“Could be. Let’s go find out.”
They gathered their briefcases and, along with Rayne, set off to Brooklyn.
# # #
“Mazi, this is Rayne,” Rick said as he introduced the two.
Mazi embraced Rayne. “It is so good to finally meet you.” She loosened her hold and looked at Rayne’s neckline. She lifted the pendant and smiled. “How has this worked for you?”
“I don’t know how you knew what I needed, but I cannot thank you enough. It has saved my life more than once.”
Mazi led Rick, Jenna, and Rayne into the heart of the Rosewood Center. They stopped at a long table, where Mazi directed them all to sit. “When Rick told me what you were going through with your visions, I consulted my coven. Moonsong, our High Priestess, suggested that we enchant a pendant for you. You’ve had no ill-effects from the visions?”
“Very little. A bit of nausea and dizziness, but not like before with the severe stomach pains.”
Mazi clapped her hands together. “Excellent. That was our goal. To stop any illnesses.”
“It did more than that though,” Jenna said.
“Oh? What else?”
“I no longer see through his eyes. I am now independent of his field of vision,” Rayne informed her. “But, that only happened once. Now, if I am wearing the pendant, I don’t have visions.”
“Well, that was unanticipated effect. It was not our intention to stop your visions, only mask the illnesses caused by them.”
Rayne smiled. “I understand how these things work. I’ve never enchanted anything, but I understand cause and effect. If my visions are the cause of my illnesses, then the effect would be no visions.”
Rick shrugged. “Makes perfect sense to me.”
“Yes, but without the visions, I am of no help to the investigation,” Rayne injected.
“Speaking of the investigation,” Rick said as he directed his attention to Mazi, “we want to show you a photograph of Kent Percy.”
Jenna took out a folder from her briefcase and handed it to Mazi. “It’s the one on top. The second one is of Leo Decker. Maybe you will recognize him as well.”
Mazi opened the folder and as soon as she saw Percy’s picture, she dropped it on the table. She raised a hand to her mouth and inhaled. She exhaled and her body quivered. “That’s Arthur.”
Jenna and Rick flashed knowing glances at one another.
“Who is he?” Rick inquired.
“I don’t know him very well. He came to a few festivals and some meetings. We all got weird vibes from him. I recall that Moonsong expelled him from the group.”
“Do you know why?”
“She said that he kept asking her questions about how to transcend the body. We thought he was just interested in Astral Projection, which we were exploring at the time. He wanted to go deeper though. He did a one on one with Charlene and well, let’s just say that the experience wasn’t good. She said he physically attacked her while they were on the astral plane. She has a scar to prove it.”
Jenna furrowed her brow and narrowed her eyes. “What kind of attack?”
“A knife attack, but when she came out of the projection, he was still in and there were no knives around.”
“He did that to Rayne with a cattle prod,” Rick said.
“Were there any other reasons he got expelled?” Jenna inquired.
“Yes, there was,” a female voice said behind them. A tall woman with long blonde hair approached the table. “I am Moonsong,” the woman said.
Rayne stared up at the woman. She wore a long purple velvet gown and her eyes were tanzanite, a purplish blue that glistened in the sunlight streaming in the windows. Tanzanite was rare, only found in Tanzania, East Africa. A stone that radiated compassion and was associated with higher consciousness. Her gaze followed Moonsong as she came around the table and sat down across from Rayne.
“You must be Rayne,” Moonsong said as she reached across the table and clasped one of Rayne’s hands.
“Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Rayne squeezed Moonsong’s hand and smiled at her, her gaze not leaving the woman’s eyes.
“What is it, Rayne?” Rick asked as he noticed Rayne’s continuous stare.
“It’s my eyes,” Moonsong replied.
Rayne nodded. “Tanzanite.”
“She’s very good with stones and crystals,” Moonsong said as she released her hold on Rayne’s hand and turned toward Rick. “To answer your previous question. There was another reason I expelled Arthur from the group. He wanted to learn how to communicate with the dead. I offered to teach him how to use the tarot or a spirit board, but he rejected both. We argued and he threatened me. I saw no other recourse but to expel him.”
“Did he say who he wanted to communicate with?” Rayne asked.
Moonsong glanced back over at Rayne. “His father. He said he had some unfinished business with him. When I inquired about the nature of that business, he said he wanted his father to suffer for what he did to him and his sister. I explained that we don’t do that kind of spirit work here.” She lowered her eyes. “What he was seeking was black magic.”
Jenna coughed. “I know I am new to all of this, so please excuse my ignorance. What could he have possibly done to his father who’s already dead?”
Moonsong looked up. “He wanted to trap his father’s spirit. At least, that’s what he claimed.”
“Trap it how?” Rick asked.
“I don’t know. He acted strange and had a dark look in his eyes. When I refused to help him, that’s when he grew angry and threatened me. I ordered him to leave and immediately put a protection spell around the house we were using at that time for our coven meetings.”
Jenna took notes on her iPad. “Did you ever hear from him again?”
“Not directly. Charlene spotted him once at an herb shop where we frequented. We changed our shopping location after that.”
Turning the folder around, Rick pulled out the picture of Leo and showed it to Moonsong. “Did you ever see this guy with him?”
“He looks familiar. Maybe he came to one of the festivals we held, but I cannot be sure. Mazi?”
Mazi looked at the picture and nodded her head. “He does look familiar. You said this is Leo Decker, correct?”
“Let me call Charlene. She organized most of the festivals and kept names of attendants.”
Mazi stood up and walked over to a desk. She picked up her cellphone and called Charlene. Meanwhile, Rick probed Moonsong for more details and Jenna took notes. Rayne sat there listening to their conversation, but only half-paying attention. She was worried for those three girls. Now that Decker was out of the picture, who would feed and tend to them? Percy certainly wouldn’t. He was too cold and cruel.
“She’s on her way,” Mazi said as she wandered back over and sat down.
For a moment, the five fell silent. Suddenly, Rayne had an idea, but she wasn’t sure Moonsong would go along with it. She looked over at the High Priestess.
“What is it, child?” Moonsong asked.
“Did you place the same protection spell around this place when you moved Rosewood here?”
“Then I think I have a way to see where Percy is and save those girls, but I would need your help,” Rayne said as her eyes widened with excitement.
Rick scratched his head. “Sounds dangerous.”
Moonsong nodded. “If she is about to suggest what I think she is, it will be.”
Seeing You (a working title) is the story of Rayne Fallon, a witch with the power to see into the past and future, although not always accurately. She gets tangled up with FBI’s SA Rick Harris and SA Jenna Styles as they search for an 8 year old missing girl, thought to have been kidnapped by a Serial Killer.
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