A shamanic healer has her own fortune read only to find that predictions of the future offer no protection from it.
Sabrina Dare rarely gets her fortune told. As a shamanic healer, she’s usually the one dabbling in the spirit world for her clients. A night out at the Bridgwater Carnival with her friend Debs changes all that when Debs insists that Sabbie get her fortune read by a gypsy girl named Kizzy. The fortune seems to be the standard fare—a man who shouldn’t be trusted, money coming in the future—and Sabbie’s not impressed. But she still gives Kizzy one of her own business cards, possibly to compare notes sometime. The day after the carnival, Sabbie hears the news that a cop’s been shot. She fears it may be DS Abbott, a man she could almost have wished dead given how annoying he was when Sabbie was involved with DI Reynard Buckley. Though she didn’t really wish him ill, Sabbie dreads hearing that the victim was Abbott, if only because she seems to have accidentally picked up his cellphone when he ran by her the night before. Never mind that; soon Sabbie’s got a bigger mystery to solve. Kizzy’s sister Mirela shows up at Sabbie’s door asking if Sabbie has any idea where Kizzy might be. As usual (In the Moors, 2013), Sabbie becomes overcommitted to helping Mirela while dealing with her own family drama and the mystery she’s sure her new neighbors are involved in.
With so many plotlines, it’s hard to follow Sabbie’s irresponsible yet amusing actions. Readers may wish they’d had more help from Trendle, Sabbie’s otter spirit guide, in showing the way.