Blake sat behind his big desk in his fancy suit. He looked excited. More excited than I'd seen him in years. His eyes were bright and his hands moved as he talked in excitement.
"The demonstration in that little town was perfect," he was saying, waving his hands around. "Three council members. Clean kills and the public is already talking about gang violence while the police thinks it's wild animals."
My blood went cold. He was talking about the murders. The ones from my vision that came true.
"Good," said another voice.
I couldn't see who was talking. There was something wrong with my vision. Like looking through frosted glass. I could make out a shape sitting across from Blake, but no details.
Just a dark shadow that made my skin crawl.
"The people are scared," Blake continued. "Wh
