I don't think she'll be able to drop what she's doing to come out front. She's one of the most popular psychics we have here. She's probably got a line at her booth right now. But I'll make sure she gets the message." "Thank you," Sarah said and grabbed a pen and paper from the table. She wrote down her home phone number. If they couldn't get to see each other, at least Esmerelda could call her. She set the paper down on the table along with the pen. Both women still sat there, chatting to each other. Neither one had gotten up to deliver her note. She decided to find another way in. Sarah stepped outside. She headed along the edge of the building and turned the corner. The back lot consisted of a fenced in yard with a security shack. The yard was filled with about a dozen trailers and rigs. It looked to Sarah that the psychics lived in the trailers while on the road, moving from pavilion to pavilion. The sun shone bright, bouncing off the pavement in a wave of heat. She backhanded sweat from her brow and started for the fence. As she passed an emergency exit door, she pulled on it. It was locked from the inside. There appeared to be no way into the building unless she could get through the fenced in area. The security shack was manned. The guard had his head down. He appeared to be reading something. Sarah walked up to the fence. She looked at the guard shack. The guard's head was still down. She started to climb. It took her less than ten seconds to reach the top. Straddling the bar, she adjusted her weight and began her descent down the other side. At the last three feet, she hopped off and looked at the guard shack again. The security guard hadn't seen a thing. She tightened her bandanna. With the fence by her side, she started to walk toward the trailers. "Heh! You there?" Sarah swung to the right and saw a man in a sport jacket coming her way. She looked back at the guard's shack and saw the guard coming out now, a scowl on his face. Then her hand twitched. Oh no, not now . She felt light headed. The fence was still beside her. It was what she banged against when she fell into a complete blackout. She came to. The man in the sport jacket knelt beside her. He was trying to pry a notepad out of her hands. She held tight, twisting her body away for leverage. The notepad popped out of the guys hands. The security guard yelled from his shack that the police were around the corner. Sarah opened the pad. Did she write anything? Her precognition was on the first page. She ripped out the paper and handed it back to the man standing over her. "The police?" Sarah asked. "Yes. You're trespassing. But I'd be willing to drop the charges if you told me what you wrote in my notepad that you so rudely ripped from my jacket pocket as you fell to the ground." Sarah slid the note in the back of her pants. She looked away from the man without a word and walked toward the guard shack. "I need to speak to Esmerelda. That's why I'm here." The guard looked past her to the man in the sport jacket. "All readings are done in the pavilion. The front entrance is how you get access to the psychics. What you have done is called a break and enter. You can discuss it with the cops." Sarah saw a cruiser pulling up outside the fence and her stomach dropped. She couldn't handle cops right now. She detested them. The gate was rolling open and sport jacket was talking to the police. Minutes later, Sarah was put into the backseat of the cruiser. Both officers got in the front after a five minute wait. Sarah looked out the back window as they were exiting the lot and saw Esmerelda running to the gate. Sarah waved, knowing Esmerelda could see her. She wondered what Esmerelda would think of her being taken away in a police car. Maybe this was the extent of the danger she foretold? The cops asked where she lived and headed in that direction. They explained that this would be a warning. The next time she was found inside the property