Page 93 of Kill Me Again: Psychics

Chapter Thirty-four

Baxter

I’d expected it to be him, even if we were still playing the game where he didn’t speak, so when Asher’s cool, crisp tones came over the line, it was a surprise.

“Don’t meet him,” he said without preamble.

“Well, hello to you too,” I replied. “Asher,” I explained when Lake frowned.

“Where are you?”

I ignored the question. “I’m very flattered that you’ve started having visions about me. Does Calisto know? Is he with you? Or did you grant him the gift of sleep?”

“He’s with me.”

“Oh no. He’s going to be grumpy in the morning. Calisto’s a sweetheart. We both know that. But he does not cope well with a lack of sleep.”

“This is not a joke.”

“Trust me. I know that.”

“I’m not sure you do. I’m giving you a warning, and you’re treating it like I’m calling you to catch up. Do not go to the car park.”

Even though I’d already worked out that if it wasn’t here, it had to be there, the confirmation still made my heart stutter. “Why don’t you get to the point and tell me what you saw?”

“One of you will die.”

“One of us?” My fingers tightened around the phone. If Asher said Lake’s name, that would be the only thing that might dissuade me.

“It was hazy. You both look… similar. My visions don’t give a clear picture. You know that.”

Not Lake, then. I let out a breath, the air cold enough that it fogged. “I also know they can be changed. You remember the tower block, right? Of course, you do. You were there. You saw Calisto would die. Did he?”

“No, but—”

“Well, there you go. Much as you think you’re some god-like being…” Unfair, but I’d apologize later. Maybe. And if not, Asher had definitely had worse things said to him. “You’re not. I appreciate the heads-up, but it won’t change anything. I have to do this. He wants a face-to-face meeting, and he’s going to get it. Brother to brother.”

“You’re not thinking logically, Baxter.”

“Actually, that’s where you’re wrong. I am thinking logically. For the first time in a long while, I know exactly what needs to be done, and I’m doing it.”

“You’re not Calisto.”

“Thank God for that. Being nice to people all the time would wear on me.”

“I talked to Ben before I talked to you.”

“Of course you did.” I started walking, pulling Lake with me when he looked like he might not move. “I told him where to go.”

“I really wish you hadn’t done that.” I covered the phone and turned to Lake. “We have to be fast. Asher is trying to fuck everything up.”

Lake shot the wall a dirty look. “Easier said than done.”

“Practice makes perfect.” I uncovered the phone again. Asher was still talking, oblivious to the fact that I hadn’t been listening. “…if you won’t look after yourself, then someone needs to do it for you.”

“That’s sweet,” I said. It kind of was. Like Asher thought of himself as my brother-in-law. Minus the marriage. And the inconvenient detail that Calisto wasn’t my actual brother. “Listen, I have to go.”

“Wait for the police.”