“I’ve read the description in the newspaper. I could recite that and maybe you’d believe me more or less. I don’t know. But I’m not seeing clothes. Just her sweet face with her brown hair blowing in the wind.”

“When did you first have this...uh...vision?” Rena asked.

“When I first woke up. It was at least an hour later that I heard what had happened at the day care.”

She looked directly at A.L. as she spoke the last sentence.

“And have you had any other visions?” A.L. asked, as if finally finding his voice.

Genevieve shook her head. “I’m sorry, no.”

“If anything comes up that might be helpful to us, we’d appreciate a call,” Rena said, handing the woman her card.

“I’ll do that. I hope you find her. I really do.”

“Have you ever met Leah or Troy Whitman, the child’s parents?” A.L. asked.

“Not that I’m aware. I suppose it’s possible. The day care will have a bake sale every couple of months to raise money for activities and I try to support them.”

“So you know Alice Quest and perhaps some of the staff?” A.L. asked.

Genevieve nodded.

“Got any feelings one way or another about them right now?” A.L. asked.

“As if whether or not they’re involved in Emma’s disappearance?” Genevieve clarified.

“Any feelings?” A.L. said, keeping it broad.

“I’m sorry. I don’t. All I can tell you is that I’m confident that it was Emma that I saw, her hair was blowing in the wind, and she didn’t seem scared or unhappy.”

“Thank you,” Rena said. She opened the door and motioned for A.L. to precede her out. When they were far enough from the door not to be heard, she turned to him. “I thought for a minute you were going to ask her to help with the investigation.”

It wasn’t unheard of. But definitely not generally his thing. But they were into the third day. This was excruciating. “If I’d thought she had more to offer, I would have,” he said.

“Not unhappy,” she repeated. “If we believe in this vision, that supports our theory that it wasn’t a stranger.”

“Agree,” A.L. said. “For what that gets us.”

“I really didn’t get the feeling that she’s a crackpot,” Rena said.

“You believe in psychics?” A.L. asked.

“I believe that there are people who are better connected to what’s going on around them than others. And that maybe they have the ability to feel things, hell, maybe even see things, that the rest of us can’t.”

“If, and this is a big if, she’s right, then Emma was in some kind of vehicle but not unhappy about it. Hair blowing in the wind,” A.L. said.