it, helped some people. Some bad things have happened, too. Rampart looks like a good opportunity to figure myself out. Maybe if I know what I’m doing, I can do something useful.”
“Get your own television show?”
“Ouch.”
She folded her arms. In the busy parking lot pedestrians and people in cars stared. A cop and a civilian always drew curiosity.
“Okay,” she said. “Just so we’re straight. I’ve run across a lot of so-called psychics, mediums, fortune-tellers, channelers and even a few telepaths. I consider every single one flat-out evil. They exploit the grieving, greedy and just plain dumb. I admit that Rampart has collected some really good evidence about the paranormal. I’ve seen a lot of things that can’t be explained and I’m willing to accept that there may be something out there. What I have never seen is evidence of any type, under any circumstances, that anybody can communicate with the dead.”
She was honest about her feelings. He liked that about her.
“Fair enough. So tell me, if I promise to not talk about my adventures with dead relatives, will you go out to dinner with me?”
He liked her open surprise, too.
A call came over the radio. Dispatch wanted his location. He thumbed the radio transmitter clipped to his shoulder and responded. A business reported a break-in.
“I have to go. I’ll call you.”
“Okay.”
As he pulled out of the parking lot he watched her. With her head cocked and wearing a bemused smile, she watched him. She definitely liked him, even if she didn’t realize it yet. Sometimes, he thought with a chuckle, knowing things came in handy.
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