We didn’t disagree. Most “psychics” were frauds, even the real ones who had a genuine gift. Psychics have to make a living, and if you have to earn your money by sitting in a storefront telling Mrs. Sentimental that Fluffy is purring in paradise, that’s what you do when your gift is giving you nothing to go on.

“What do you need to do to get ready?” I asked. Every practitioner I’ve encountered has his or her own process.

“Not much,” he said. “No loud sounds. Close your eyes for a while, till I get into it.”

That was easy enough. Tolliver and I closed our eyes, and his hand came over to cover mine. It was possible to drift away, wondering where Manfred was in the stream of otherness, the state between waking and sleeping, between this world and the next world. That was the place I inhabited when I looked down at the bones in the earth, and that was the place Manfred was exploring now. It’s not too hard to get there, but sometimes it can be hell getting back.

The room was silent except for the low rush of warm air coming from the heating system. After a minute or two, I was sure it was all right to open my eyes. Manfred’s head lolled back. He was so relaxed he seemed boneless. I’d never seen Manfred in action. It was interesting and spooky.

“I’m worried,” Manfred said suddenly. I had opened my mouth to tell him everything was okay, when I realized Manfred was not making conversation. He was interpreting Victoria. “I’m sitting in front of the computer. I’ve gotten lots of information in a very short time, and it’s going to give me enough to go on. I have lots of ideas. If Mariah died by accident, and that’s what Harper said, then the baby has a much better chance of being alive. Who would place the baby? Where would that person take a baby? Drop it off at an orphanage? So I’ll call all the orphanages in Dallas and Texarkana and in between. I can ask them if they received a baby Doe around Mariah’s death date. Maybe I can call a few tonight.”

Wow, Victoria really had been a good investigator.