The medical examiner was embarking on a passionate and detailed description of the wounds the first victim to be found, Janae Michaels, had suffered. Laura let her mind drift off just a short distance, keeping aware enough that she would notice if he pointed out anything unusual or different from what they had already seen on the other body.
It would make sense if her vision was from a time gone by. The road that wasn’t quite as wide yet. The clothing the farmers were wearing, and the lack of any sign of technology—she hadn’t been able to hear or see cars, phones, planes overhead, anything that might signal they were in modern times.
But if that was the case, then it also didn’t make sense at all, because Laura had visions of things that were yet to happen in the future.
She’d had visions of the past once before. If this was another, it meant that her dubious gift was getting more and more out of control. The rules were changing on her, and she hated it. It made her feel dizzy, unmoored, helpless. Like she was at the mercy of it, not the other way around.
She’d always been at its mercy. That was the problem with not really knowing how her visions worked. She couldn’t control them. Couldn’t start or stop them.
Sometimes, she couldn’t even understand them.
She had no idea what this vision could even mean, except that she was starting to think that maybe this whole case had something to do with the farm itself, or with the field even…
“What do you think, Agent Frost?” Agent Moore blurted out, making Laura look at her.
Laura blinked. She hadn’t been listening at all. “What do you think?” she asked, trying to pretend she was turning this into a learning moment.
“We should probably talk to the families like you said, right?” Agent Moore said. “Get some more perspective?”
“Exactly,” Laura said grandly, as if she was impressed with Agent Moore for getting the right answer. “Come on. Let’s go next door and see if the Sheriff can point us in the right direction.”