“Coming,” she calls, and slides a hand into a side pocket. “I believe you know someone who might need this, James. He’s been looking for me.” She hands him the card, facedown.
James stiffens at the sound of his name and watches the woman join her granddaughter. Frowning, he flips over the card.
LACY SAUNDERS
PSYCHIC COUNSELOR, CONSULTANT & PROFILER
MURDERS, MISSING PERSONS & UNSOLVED MYSTERIES
HELPING YOU FIND THE ANSWERS YOU SEEK.
“Dad! Dad! Did you see that?”
James lifts his head and smiles at Julian. He tucks the card into his pocket, where it disappears but isn’t forgotten. Julian and Natalya trudge through the sand toward him and Marc, boards tucked under their arms. Exhausted and dripping wet, they drop their boards and sit down.
“I’m beat,” Natalya laughs, falling backward on the sand, arms stretched wide.
James sneaks up on Marc and grabs his son around the waist, tossing him over his shoulder. Marc squeals and kicks his legs. James laughs, and with a squirming Marc on his shoulders and happiness in his heart, he joins the rest of his family.