The Angel of San Diego

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Chapter 18 - Revelations

The Lieutenant leaned back in his chair, “I was afraid you’d say that.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I need time to recuperate and understand why that…” He pointed at Mr. Tibbs, “…That inanimate object affects me the way it does.”

Nancy chimed in. “Yes, and until Robin gets better control over his gift, it’s best not to try that experiment again.”

Lieutenant Hawk blew smoke.

“Well, after that demonstration upstairs, I’m a little relieved he’s not going to attempt the rabbit thing again myself.”

Sgt. Tinker relaxed. He felt a wave of relief pass over him. He was very happy they decided to forgo the “experiment”.

“The next psychic storm could kill him,” said Nancy firmly.

Or us, Sgt. Tinker thought.

“Oh my gosh! I forgot! How are the Conroys taking all this?” asked Robin.

Lt. Hawk took another puff on his cigar. “You scared the hell out of them when you took that dive off the chair, but they’re okay. I had Sgt. Tinker take them home earlier. Thank God they weren’t here for the encore.”

“I wish I hadn’t been,” said Sgt. Tinker.

“So do I,” said Nancy “You put a hole in my ceiling, and you’ve had more of my liquor than I drink in a year.”

Amanda Potts giggled.

Sgt. Tinker put his mug down and crossed his arms.

Lieutenant Hawk took a long draught on his cigar and blew a perfect smoke ring. It gracefully floated over the table toward the hallway ceiling. Robin’s eyes followed it as it grew larger and less “solid”, until it disappeared altogether. He broke the silence again.

“Do they know about Jenny?”

There was a small expectant pause.

“After your fall you began babbling incoherently,” Nancy began, “but I could understand a few things. Enough, anyway, that I was able to tell them she was dead, but I didn’t elaborate. We’ve been waiting for you to feel up to telling us the whole story.”

“Robin, I know this is very hard for you,” said Lt. Hawk, “but we need to find her.”

“And the creep that did It,” Robin added in an angry tone.

He drank the last of his “tea” and put the mug down.

“My overload has messed up my ability to think clearly, but some of the clouds are lifting. I think Nancy’s special ‘tea’ is helping me to calm down enough that I can at least try to figure out what I do know.”

“Things aren’t going to go flying around the room again, are they?” asked Sgt. Tinker nervously. He unfolded his arms and grabbed his mug again.

“No,” Nancy said kindly, “he’s done with that… at least for now.”

Sgt. Tinker gave her a suspicious look.

Lt. Hawk spoke up: “Let me try to put this in perspective, Robin. I deal with tangible facts – evidence you can see and touch. It would be great if you could come up with a name, address, and phone number of this animal, but it wouldn’t stand up in a courtroom even if you made the Judge fly around the room.”

Sgt. Tinker shuddered at the prospect and gulped the last of his “tea”.

“I need hard evidence,” continued Lt. Hawk. “Which means, we need to find little Jennifer Conroy and we need to find her as soon as possible. The longer she stays missing, the less forensic evidence she will give us.”

“Robin,” Nancy said, “He’s right. You know our profession isn’t taken seriously by the justice system.”

“It wasn’t taken seriously by me either until I became part of it.”

Lt. Hawk continued, “I don’t need you to think about anything except the location of her body. Once we have her, if you, or Nancy, come up with a name and address, Jennifer’s ‘testimony’ will convict him.”

“All right, I’ll try.”

Robin closed his eyes and began to breathe in a slow rhythmic way. Sgt. Tinker stood up.

“I’m going outside,” he said thickly. “I don’t want to be around all these kitchen knives if he starts up again.” He was feeling the effects of Nancy’s ‘tea’ and he left the room waddling like a duck.

“I think our Sgt. Tinker has had a little too much to drink, Nancy,” Amanda Potts said as she watched the sergeant leave.

Lt. Hawk shifted in his chair. “Relax,” Nancy told the Lieutenant. “He’s just concentrating on his memory of the experience.”

Lt. Hawk sighed and relit his cigar. He sat back in his chair and looked at the man sitting across the table from him.

Robin looked like he was in his thirties, but Lt. Hawk knew he was 45. His sandy brown hair was beginning to gray, but on him, it looked more like highlights. In other circumstances, Lt. Hawk would have thought Robin was a movie star instead of a psychic.

The room started warming up again. Lt. Hawk sat up quickly, “You said he wasn’t going to start up again…”

“He’s not,” Nancy interrupted. “The heat you’re feeling is temperature inversion. It happens every night at about this time of day. We’re usually enjoying the breeze outside on the porch.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” he said, “I’m so used to having the air on at my place all the time these days that I forget what it’s like here.” Nancy put a finger to her lips as if to say “shh”. Lt. Hawk nodded, tilted his chair back, and went back to watching Robin.

Robin concentrated. I’ve got to divorce myself from the experience and concentrate on being a spectator. No emotions. Like watching a movie on TV… Concentrate on the place, not the perpetrator – or the victim – just the real estate.

He saw the hole – where she had been thrown – only it wasn’t exactly a hole. It was a…

Robin opened his eyes and exclaimed: “I’ve got it!” Lt. Hawk jerked backward and fell to the floor. Amanda Potts laughed. Robin jumped out of his chair, “Come on Lieutenant, we’re going for a ride. You drive. I wouldn’t want to get a DUI on the way.” He headed down the hall for the door.

Lt. Hawk looked at Nancy and said, “That guy is gonna give me a heart attack, Nancy. Is he always like this?”

Nancy chuckled. She got out of her chair and offered the Lieutenant a hand up. He laughed and shook his head. He helped himself up and they headed out of the kitchen with Amanda Potts floating along behind.

When they reached the front porch, they could see Robin standing at the top of the twenty-seven steps. He was staring down at the street. “You’ve got to be kidding!” he said.

Nancy chuckled.

“What are you two on about?” Lieutenant Hawk asked.

Down on the street, parked behind Nancy’s blue Pacer was, except for the red paint job, its twin.

Robin turned around as Nancy and Hawk approached, “A Pacer?”

“That’s how we met, Robin,” said Nancy. “I was attending a Pacer rally in Santa Monica and Hawk here, came in second place.

“I’d have won if I had ‘gifts’ too,” he said half grudgingly.

“What’s up, Hawk…?” Sgt. Tinker asked as he came up behind them.

“Robin’s come up with the location of the body. He’s going to show us where it is. Let’s get rolling.”

“I’ll get in back so Robin can sit up front and navigate.”

They went down the twenty-seven steps to the curb. Sgt. Tinker climbed in behind the driver’s seat while Lt. Hawk opened the passenger door.

“They actually have rallies for those things?” asked Robin incredulously.

Lt. Hawk looked at him and said, “You want to walk?”

“No. No. I didn’t mean anything by that, I was just curious.” Pacer lovers are bigger fanatics than Elvis fans, he thought.

“Better believe it,” Nancy said in his ear. She winked at him as she climbed into the back seat next to Sgt. Tinker.

Robin smiled at her and sat next to Lt. Hawk. Amanda Potts had flown through the back of the car and settled herself between Sgt. Tinker and Nancy. Nancy smiled at her and thought; I wonder how Sgt. Tinker would feel if he knew she was sitting next to him.

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