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Medlin stared at him for a little too long."No, but he could've touched the rugs and seen if the same person had touched all three of them.I'd say it would've given you something to investigate.A link.A connection.A possible suspect."

Nikolai said nothing.Frode wasn't a psychic.

He walked out of the office without another word and headed for the corner room.When he entered, Isaac was pacing in front of the whiteboard.He didn't look at Nikolai.

"He's not a psychic."

Isaac stilled and stared at him."I've worked with him on a few occasions.He's a psychic."

He couldn't be.

"So the rugs--"

Isaac snarled at him, which was new.He was the smiling, easy-going part of their duo."We're getting nowhere with the rugs!It's been days, and we have nothing."

"We'll find something."

Isaac waved his hand dramatically."Sure.Get to it."

Nikolai leaned over the table and lined up the photos of the rugs.They were all about the same size, but theyweren't identical."Are they new?"

Isaac frowned at him."Yes.All three ended up with a new rug close to their death."

"I know, I meant were they manufactured recently, bought in a store, or did they walk into a secondhand place and buy them?"

"You want us to look at all the local thrift stores?"

Wantmight not be the right word, but it was a turn they hadn't yet taken.

Isaac's gaze moved from Nikolai to something behind him, then Hjalmar poked his head in through the door."Hi."

Nikolai nodded in greeting.

"Where is Frode?I've checked all the rooms."

Isaac grimaced."He...eh...left."

Hjalmar straightened."Already?How is he?Did he take a cab?The little fucker, I told him I'd drive him home."

"Eh..."Isaac glared at Nikolai before focusing on Hjalmar again."He didn't do a reading."

Some tension left Hjalmar."Oh, okay."He reached for his phone in his pocket, checking the screen with a scowl.Fuck, had Frode written something?

"He's not a psychic."

Hjalmar looked away from the screen to Nikolai."Who?"

"Frode.He's not a psychic."

Hjalmar glanced at Isaac, who sighed loudly, then he focused on Nikolai again."Yeah, he is.He reads things."

"I grew up with you two.I think I'd have known if he was a psychic."

"Is this why he hates you?I never could figure it out."

"What?"Was it hot in here?It was hot, right?He tugged a little at his shirt.

"He never wants to hang out if you're gonna be there.He rarely wants to hang out at all, but if you're there,it's a hundred percent no."