Page 55 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Instead of going there, she pushed on with the dream, since they had to find this person.

The cop in her wanted to question the ‘witness’.

“What else did she say?” Bishop asked, putting her hand on his back. “Did she maybe tell you who did this?”

Honestly, he didn’t think to try to ask. He’d been so off balance. Now, though, he thought back to what she said.

Then, it hit him.

“She said, ‘I just wish I was alive a little longer so we could have said our goodbyes, and you didn’t have to carry this’,” he offered. “Oh, and then, she said to look in her purse.”

Bishop glanced over.

It was sitting on the desk.

Bishop brought it here because Ridge was clinging to it at the crime scene. Honor had wanted to strip the house as evidence, but she had this feeling like they needed to have it.

“May I?” Bishop asked.

He simply nodded.

As Lucian moved them closer to the couch, so they could sit, Bishop pulled a pair of gloves from her blazer pocket. They were always on her, since she was a detective.

Snapping them on, she began digging in the dead woman’s purse.

And nothing seemed to be standing out.

Bishop laid everything out on the desk and stared down at it. The contents were sparse.

A lipstick. A pen.

A brush. A wallet.

Her phone. Some chewing gum.

Some change. A pack of tissues.

A hair tie. Sunblock.

A pacifier.

Honestly, there was nothing in there that you wouldn’t find in a woman’s purse.

What did her friend want them to find?

Only, Bishop wasn’t one to not be thorough. You didn’t stay a detective by not being curious.

So, she opened the wallet.

Inside, she began pulling out anything that might be what Wynter was talking about. A part of her was curious if Ridge had actually linked up with Wynter in his dream, or if it was just a dream.

At this point, it could go either way.

The man was a tuner for a psychic, and he, himself, had some psychic gifts.

Could this be one?

Had he somehow gone into the static without Lucian, and found his wife?