Celeste was sitting on the ground beside her car, one arm around her knees, the other clutching a half-empty bottle of water. She looked up at the sound of tires on gravel and stood slowly as James exited his vehicle. He had really shown up for her.
"I..."
She looked behind her at the wreckage, thought of the vision she had experienced of the car's original owner. Honestly, Celeste never wanted to see the thing again. "It's one of those 'you had to have been' there things."
The brunette opened the trunk, grabbed a black nylon bag and slung it around her shoulder. Next, she found a small screwdriver and knelt, removing the license plate and shoving it into the bag. She found the hidden piece of panel in the trunk and took out the Glock 19 semiautomatic that was concealed there, stashing it safely in a side pocket.
Celeste walked closer to James, closing the gap between them. "I read it in the book. It seemed like a good way to..." She hoisted the bag higher on her shoulder, then recoiled in pain. The strap had brushed the knife wound. "It said I would gain vision. For a price."