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?”
She shrugged.
“I don’t like tea.”
I smiled.
“It’s chai. It’s better than normal tea.”
“Yeah.”
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?”
“About what?”
I shrugged.
“Thalia Valdez.”
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.
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