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A Hot Ride

Posted: August 19, 2012 in Consulting, Experiences, Thoughts

I have a friend who helps me out sometimes. Mostly when I get in trouble. In my line of work, I’ve decided it’s a good thing to have someone around who’s willing to watch my back now and again. Not too long ago, this friend and I needed to talk to some people without revealing our identities. As part of the disguise, we had to ride his motorcycle. I’ve never been riding on a motorcycle before. I couldn’t even tell you what kind of motorcycle it was, except it was black and all shiny and nice. My friend was looking pretty bad-ass, so he fit the motorcycle to a tee. Me, not so much. In fact, I was wearing a skirt, of all things. But somehow we made it work, and I was clutching his middle pretty hard when we roared out of the parking garage. Woohoo! I have to tell you it was pretty exciting, and I enjoyed myself immensely. Me, a muscled hot dude, and a motorcycle… yup… fun times. The only problem? Well, besides my skirt flapping in the breeze (you should never wear a skirt on a motorcycle), the helmet he gave me was too big. I could hardly see a thing. It kind of ruined my experience. So next time, (and I hope there is a next time) I’m finding a smaller helmet. And I’m wearing pants.

Hunting for lost treasure runs in my family.

As a youngster, I went prospecting with my Grandpa up into the mountains to look for gold. He had plenty of ideas about where the gold was, and we always found lots of pretty rocks, but never any gold. Just the same, I’ve always thought it would be cool to find some buried treasure.

Now I was actually looking for a lost treasure, although technically speaking, it was stolen money, and it wasn’t really lost. The bank robber who stole it knew where it was, and he had been willing to kill his partner to keep it all to himself. Lucky for me, I had a clue as to where it might be. Even better, the bank from which it was stolen was willing to pay me to find it.

The bank manager, Blaine Smith, had discovered that I worked for the police as a paid consultant, and hired me on the spot. He didn’t even blink too hard to learn that I had ‘premonitions’, and that’s how I helped the police.

Since I didn’t want anyone to know I could read minds, saying I had ‘premonitions’ seemed like a safer way to go. Especially after what had happened with Uncle Joey, the local crime boss. His ‘niece’ Kate, had been after my husband, and with my talent, I found out about Uncle Joey. I threatened to expose her if she didn’t leave my husband alone. Uncle Joey’s hit-man, Ramos, had orders to take me to the big boss, and I had to tell Uncle Joey I could read minds to keep him from killing me.

After that, he used my special ability for his own purposes, until I had enough leverage to bargain my way out. We now had a precarious alliance. I still had to work for Uncle Joey, but now it was on my terms. So far, so good, but it put a terrible strain on me, knowing how easy it would be for him to change his mind.

Besides Uncle Joey, my husband, Chris, was the only other person who knew the truth about me. Unless I counted Ramos. Even though he thought he knew the truth, I had never confirmed his suspicion, and I intended to keep it that way. The less people that knew I could read their minds, the better.

It was hard enough to work things out with Chris. Knowing I could hear his thoughts was rough on him. He was mostly resigned to his fate, but there were times it really got on his nerves. Like now…he was thinking that I was crazy to take on the job of finding the stolen money, especially based on the only clue I had.

“But when you pair the word ‘underwear’ with a box or crate, that could mean something.” I said defensively.

“Yeah, like the money is hidden inside a box of underwear,” he shot back. “What kind of a clue is that? What underwear box? Where is it? In a store? In a closet? It could mean anything! See…you really don’t have much to go on.”

I sighed. He was probably right, but with my new consulting agency on the line, I had to give it a shot. Maybe I just needed more information. “I still have to try. I already told the bank manager I would. I just wish I had a better clue.”

Chris shook his head. He was thinking that me getting in over my head was nothing new. He just wished I would learn when to stop. There was a point where most people knew to back off, but not me. What would it take? Even nearly getting killed wouldn’t stop me. Why was I so different? What was it in my make-up that made me so darn stubborn?

He glanced at me, realizing I had probably heard everything he was thinking. Again. Which made having this conversation that much more difficult for both of us, but mostly him.

“I don’t think it’s more difficult,” I said, needing to squelch his frustration with me. “I mean, it might be okay if you actually said what you were thinking, but since you don’t, I think it’s helpful for me to know. Now that I know you think I’m stubborn, I can try to be more open to what you say.”

“Right,” he huffed. “So, are you going to back off? Because really, I don’t think you have much to go on.”

Now it was my turn to squirm. “Probably not,” I said. Chris’ eyes gleamed in triumph, so I rushed on to explain. “I want to look into it, and if I don’t find anything, then I’ll admit defeat.”

“Okay, fine.” He was thinking ‘whatever’ but I’m glad he didn’t say that. It would have hurt my feelings. “So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to talk to the bank manager tomorrow and go from there.”

I had a few ideas up my sleeve, but decided not to let Chris in on it. Since he thought I was crazy to take this job, I didn’t feel like explaining myself. I’d wait until I got some more leads before I did that.

Since I already had an appointment with the bank manager for the next morning, I spent most of the evening on the Internet reading up on bank heists, and money laundering. I found the best information on howstuffworks.com. Their podcasts are great. I went to bed feeling hopeful that I had some good questions to ask, plus I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.

Chris came to bed feeling a bit sheepish for being so hard on me. So I cut him some slack. “Hey, remember how Uncle Joey wants to send us to Seattle? Maybe we should start thinking about when would be a good time to go.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Although I don’t know how fun it will be if we’re looking for Kate and Hodges.”

“True,” I agreed. I had special feelings for Kate. Feelings of revenge and intense dislike, that is. She had been after my husband, even though he was a happily married man. So she wasn’t on my list of people I wanted to run into. She was also the person responsible for all my troubles with Uncle Joey.

He was actually Kate’s Uncle Joey, even though he wasn’t really her uncle. It was because he didn’t like being called Uncle Joey, that I called him that. Now it was a habit I couldn’t break. Especially since I knew it bothered him.

Kate had found out that Uncle Joey was the man responsible for her father’s death, and was trying to put him away for good when her accomplice, Walter, got in the way. To avoid Uncle Joey’s wrath, Kate escaped with Hodges, taking a few million dollars’ worth of jewels and money Hodges had stolen from Uncle Joey. Now Uncle Joey wanted it back, and was willing to send my husband and me to find them, paid for by him, of course.

I was hoping for more of a second honeymoon than a working trip. If Uncle Joey knew where Kate and Hodges were, it wouldn’t be too hard to get close enough to hear their thoughts, and let Uncle Joey know what they’d done with the money.

But did I really want to get involved with Kate again? Not so much. Maybe Chris was right, and I was in over my head, and not thinking things through. But I wasn’t a ‘normal’ person anymore, and I was trying to embrace that. I really wanted to do some good with my mind-reading skills. If only it didn’t have to involve Uncle Joey. But I didn’t have a choice. I had to make some concessions with Uncle Joey, or he’d take away what little control I had.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Chris said. “What’s going on?”

“You’re right about me,” I admitted. “I am in over my head. Especially with Uncle Joey. What am I going to do?”

Chris gathered me in his arms. “We’re going to take care of this together,” he said. “Don’t worry about everything at once. Just worry about the bank for now. We’ll figure it out as we go.”

“What would I do without you?” I asked, snuggling against him. He was thinking that I’d probably be in worse trouble, and hoping I had learned my lesson about trying to take care of everything on my own. Plus, I should listen to him more. But he couldn’t ask for a miracle.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to ‘hear’ any of this, so I had to act like it didn’t bother me. I tightened my hold on him and sighed, wishing it was easier to shield my mind from his thoughts. He was probably right about everything he’d thought, including the fact that I didn’t like to use my shields around him. I had to face it. I wanted to know what he was thinking more than I wanted to block his thoughts, even if it wasn’t always what I wanted to hear. How crazy was that?

I leaned up and kissed Chris smack on the lips. Right now all I wanted to think about was how much I loved him. It surprised him, and he was thinking how glad he was that I hadn’t heard his thoughts just now. Especially about the miracle part. I chuckled, and soon all thoughts of our disagreements went out the window. Which was just what I had hoped for. After that, sleep came easily.

Caught Red-Handed

Posted: January 20, 2012 in Consulting, Experiences

Not long ago, the police department gave me an honorary badge to wear so that it would be easier for me to be admitted to a crime scene. I was working on a case, and needed to find out if my client’s husband had a record, or any outstanding warrants. So I went to the police department, showed them my badge, and got into the records room and pulled his file. While I was looking over the file, the Police Chief walked in. This wasn’t exactly police work I was doing, so naturally, he startled me. Especially when he said. “What are you doing in here?”

As my heart was racing, I responded as truthfully as possible, and hoped I wouldn’t get into too much trouble. “Working on a case. I needed to see if this person had any outstanding warrants before I went to see him.”

“That’s smart thinking,” he said. “Hey, I’m really glad I caught you. Could you do me a favor?”

“Sure,” I answered.

He hesitated, knowing asking for my help to use my “premonitions” might seem weird, or make him look silly. But he really wanted to know what his wife was giving him for his birthday. I took a deep breath, relieved to know I was off the hook for being in the records room.

“Umm…I know this sounds crazy, but can you get any vibes for what my wife is giving me for my birthday?”

I smiled. “Sure, let me concentrate for a minute.” Of course, since I don’t really have “premonitions” I couldn’t tell him. So I listened to his thoughts to see what he wanted. He was hoping for a new fishing pole, and all the stuff that goes with it, but he didn’t think his wife would give him that since she didn’t like to go fishing. Maybe I could call her later, and tell her what he wanted.

“When is your birthday?” I asked.

“Next Wednesday,” he replied.

“Okay,” I said. Since today was Thursday, I had plenty of time to tell her. “Sorry, but all I’m getting is fish. That doesn’t make any sense, unless that’s what you’re having for dinner. Sorry.”

“No, no! That’s fine. Thanks.”

He left happy, and I left to call his wife.

My Agency

Posted: November 12, 2011 in Consulting

I’m so excited to announce the opening of my consulting agency. As a consultant, I hope to help you find solutions to your problems. Plus, for a limited time, I will waive the fee for your first visit.

Do you feel someone is cheating or lying to you? I can help. Do you need to find out what your children are involved in? I can help with that too. Are you in a relationship and having problems communicating? I think you will be amazed at how helpful I can be to resolve any issues you may face. Is there someone at work you need help with? I can mediate any type of challenges you may have with great results. So, next time you are in a bind and don’t know what to do, give me a call or leave a comment on this blog and I will be happy to respond.