Oh, brother. Here we go. I could barely refrain from rolling my eyes. “Okay.”
She pulled me into the parlor. “There is a man in your life. He is in a position of power.” She took hold of my arm and looked me in the eye. “With his help you will find her.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. A man in my life—no big deal. Anyone could take that shot and have a fifty-fifty chance at getting it right. And even saying that the man was in a position of power—which did happen to fit Graden to a T—could have been a lucky guess.
But “find her”? How could a fortune-teller on an island in the Caribbean know that my sister, Romy, had been abducted when we were children? And that she’d been missing now for over twenty years? And that I’d been looking for her ever since? Barely able to speak, I asked Junaida, “Is she alive?”
Junaida shook her head sadly. “I don’t know. That’s all I see.”
When I stepped outside, the taxi was just pulling up. “So?” Toni asked. “What’d she say?”
“Tell you later.”
But I hadn’t. And I doubted I ever would.