Vicki Howay walked into the Flag Diner off the interstate. She knew she was over dressed, but Ila was pushing her. She spotted only one couple that met the description. It was easy as there was only one couple in the diner. How had Ila known?
Vicky could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her. While continuing her progress towards the couple, she focused on the hundred or so folk art style American flags of all sizes, shapes, and colors that decorated the walls of the diner.
“Mr. Justin Webber?” she said, stopping at the end of yellow formica table.
“Do I know you?”
“No, but your dead wife sent me,” Vicky winced. She hated this aspect of this gift/curse. Half the people didn’t believe in her ability. A quarter thought she was a liar. The last quarter, well, would fall for anything. What category would Justin Webber fall?
“My dead wife?” he asked a frown tugged at the corners of his lips. “As you can see,” he pointed to the lady sitting across from him, “My wife is very much alive.”
Vicky was quiet for a moment with a look of concentration on her face. “Ila?”
“No,” Justin’s eyes narrowed, “What are you up to?”
Vicky eyed the blond sitting across from him. She didn’t look like a killer. When Ila poured her heart out, Vicky had no doubts, but looking at the couple changed her feelings. She didn’t want to help a vengeful spirit. She also didn’t want to let a murderer go free.
“Clara, scoot over,” Vicky demanded sliding in even though Clara didn’t budge, “How did you and Justin meet?”
“You’re the physic, shouldn’t you know?” Clara replied icily.
This is why she got out of the business, Vicky fumed.
“Well . . . ,” Vicky took a deep breath, “According to Ila, you and her were high school pals who’d lost touch, found each other on social media. You gave her poisoned coffee over the last several months of her life, then started making moves on Justin here.”
Clara’s face was blotchy and Justin’s jaw fell open.
“I was trying to avoid accusing you out right but I have other things to do. I am feeling rather annoyed at the moment. Not sure why I got involved.” Vicky stood up to leave. Mumbling, hopefully quietly enough for no one but Ila to hear, “I told you I suck at this. Now, leave me alone.”
As Vicky reached for the door, she felt a hand on her arm.
“Not so fast, you . . . you . . .”
“”Lady” is the word you are searching for,” Vicky said smiling sweetly.
Clara’s hand flew back. Vicky didn’t have time to prepare as Clara’s fist connected with her left cheek. Vicky’s head snapped back, falling on her bottom.
“That’s for casting doubt.” Tears streamed down Clara’s face.
Justin pulled Clara into his arms whispering, “I know you’re innocent. Ila got it wrong.”