Who had spoken to me bothered me, but not enough to keep me from sleep.  I had to work in the morning, after all.

The next morning I checked the news on my smartphone.  Nothing about the little girl.  I shrugged, and got on the bus to go to work.

Work was its normal grind.  At lunch, though, I used my smartphone to grab another Horary chart.  I hissed.

Yesterday, Saturn was sextile Mars, and Saturn was conjunct the moon  -the little girl, here – in the eighth house.  I read this as that it was two males held her, an older – a brother of the husband – and a younger man, not connected, with a temper.  They were both in water signs, which signified to me they were near the water.

The problem was that the next aspect the moon was going to make would be opposite Pluto.  That meant, a lot of times, death.  It was coming out of the conjunction with Saturn and in another day or so it would start its opposition to Pluto.  It would spend three days there.

I’d had enough.  I locked myself into a conference room at work.  My hands shook as I dialed the tipline especially made for this particular case.

“Lucy’s tipline, may I help you?”

I blurted, “Check the husband’s older brother.  He has someplace on the water, or a boat.  He’s with another man, and they’re extremely dangerous.  You have three days.”  I hung up before they could trace it.

I was shaking.  A lump was in my throat.  Would they take the tip and run with it?  I sat in the conference room, waiting to calm down.  Finally, my hands stopped shaking, and I took a deep breath, walking out.

I checked the news reports throughout the day, and saw nothing.  However, I didn’t know that on the news channels, events were unfolding as they happened.  When I got home, I started trudging up the stairs.  I didn’t have a TV, so I had no idea what was going on, but Nettie poked her head out of her apartment just as I was putting the key in the lock of mine.  “Tam!”

“Yes, Nettie,” I said, exhaustedly putting my head against the door.

“They found Lucy!”

I turned around, and leaned over the banister to look down at her.  “Really?”

“They think so – come downstairs.”

She knew I didn’t have a TV, so I went downstairs.  “It was just like you said, a brother – it’s his half-brother.  The Coast Guard is—“

She babbled as I walked into her living room.  They were off the coast of Maine, heading into a Maine harbor, when they were stopped by the Coast Guard.  Shots had been fired.  Something had been dumped overboard and sunk.  Now there was a standoff.

“They’re getting Marines and snipers—“

I waved my hand at her to shut her up.  It seems that the person who gave the tip was going to be interviewed right after that commercial.

I sat down as the commercial played.  “This, I have to see.”

I waited for the commercial to finish – they played tape again of the Coast Guard surrounding a little yacht, and then they put on the man who claimed they gave them the tip.

It was the guy from last night, the one who went back in with the cop.  “How did you know that Mr. Blackbourne’s brother had the child?”

“I know the family really well,” he said.  “I knew Robert had a brother – sorry, half-brother, and I knew they would take trips on the family yacht every summer—“

“Mr. Carlson,” stated the newsman, “Mr. Blackbourne didn’t even know he had a half-brother until this afternoon, and the family doesn’t own a yacht.”

“Oh, then I dreamed it all,” he said, without missing a beat.

Both Nettie and I laughed.  “See, Nettie?  See what they would have done to me?”  I got up.  “Tell me if they find her there.”

“You don’t want to stay for dinner?”

“I’ve got a steak to cook.”

She pouted and watched me leave.  I didn’t want to sit there all night and watch a tape over and over, nor did I want to see any more crackpots trying to take credit for what I had done.  Nettie might have been right, if I had gotten to the cops yesterday with this information, then maybe none of this would have happened.

A steak dinner and then a nice book – and a banging on my door.  Disgusted, I got up and answered it.

The little girl I had seen from yesterday stood on my threshold.  “Thank you,” she said, and disappeared.

“Lucy?” I called.  I had wards around my apartment that were not to allow supernatural beasties in – which meant if she was a ghost, she wouldn’t have been able to come in.  Hence she stood at my threshold.

I frowned, and went back into my house.  I made a cup of tea.  I had done all I could.

There was another knock, a fast patter patter.  “Tam!”

I opened the door, and Nettie looked thrilled and happy.  “They found her!”  And she hugged me.  “She’s alive!”

Now I knew what had happened.  It was so simple, it could have hit me in the head.  Astral projection.  I smiled to myself – hopefully someday she would know what she did, and be able to do it at will.

Meanwhile, Nettie was still hanging onto me.  “Nettie, you get too involved with this stuff,” I said, putting one hand around her shoulders and giving her a little pat.

“She’s my aunt’s sister's best friend’s little girl!  Of course I care!”

“Then why don’t you care about the Crazy Chinaman four doors down?”

“He’s not Chinese, he’s from Korea.  And I do care!”

I sighed, “Ah, Nettie,” and I gave her a loving kiss on the cheek, sending her home.

The End

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