I watched her for a moment and set the table. We sat together, mugs and a pot of steaming chai between us. Natalie lifted hers, sniffing at it. Her nose scrunched up as she took a noisy sip.
Her brows furrowed together.
“That’s really good.”
I raised one eyebrow.
“Are you surprised?”
“I don’t like tea.”
“It’s chai. It’s better than normal tea.”
She took a deep breath and pushed her chair back.
“I have to go. I’m not supposed to be here.”
“What are you going to do?”
She looked back at the painting and took a deep breath.
“What can I do? Tell my boss you had a dream that might tell us something about the case that might help us figure something out? I mean, even if I did believe you, how does that help? You’ve been seeing this stuff, but what about it would actually help? Have you seen the attacker? His face?”
I could feel my expression fall.