Fallen Star (part 9)

Jodi gasped as she broke out of the shared vision. “No, no, no, no, no!” she cried.

The plump woman swayed where she stood. She was sweaty and pale, hands shaking so hard the cards cascaded to the asphalt in a swirl of color.

And the three teenaged boys—the same from their shared vision—ran down the middle of the aisle with the ferocity of a tornado. They were chased by two middle-aged police officers, whose commands to “Stop!” were ignored.

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