Chapter 11“Lieutenant, are you busy?” Mike asked, stepping into Price’s office, two days after his date with Sage.
Price rolled his eyes. “Aren’t I always? What do you need?”
Mike took a deep breath. “A few minutes of your time.”
“Is it important?” Price asked.
“I think it is.”
“Sit.” Price waved toward the chair by his desk. Mike did, after closing the door. “Okay, talk.”
“Before you decide I’ve gone crazy, let me ask you how you feel about people who claim to have psychically seen a murder committed, or the whereabouts of a kidnap victim or a lost kid?”
Price snorted. “Ninety-five percent of them are attention seekers. The other five percent?” He shrugged. “I’ve heard stories from a few cops that it can happen. Whether it’s a lucky guess on the part of the psychic or something the
