It wasn’t my psychic abilities that led me to the box. It was the dog. But it was my special talent that told me there was a man in the box on the side of the road. A murder victim.
The visions I get from the man make no sense. In fact, all my visions on this case seem to lead nowhere. Have I lost my gift?
When the killer targets someone close to me, I must trust my visions and trust myself to save her. Will it be enough?
It wasn’t my psychic abilities that led me to the box. It was the dog. But it was my special talent that told me there was a man in the box on the side of the road. A murder victim.
The visions I get from the man make no sense. In fact, all my visions on this case seem to lead nowhere. Have I lost my gift?
When the killer targets someone close to me, I must trust my visions and trust myself to save her. Will it be enough?