Her goals are simple: A) to rise above law office receptionist B) to spend Friday nights uncovering the mysteries of butterscotch schnapps with her comrades, and C) to get more than a passing glance from Clay Sanderson (Greek-god-type lawyer).
But her sight has turned life upside down—and she finds herself in the middle of a murder investigation where the only clues are in her premonitions—making her not only key to solving the mystery but a suspect. (On the plus side: she could use legal advice, so she and Clay have something to talk about.)
And somewhere is the real culprit, who wants this clairvoyant dead...
