In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic delivered grave news: There’s no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widower. Your wife will die a violent and horrible death this year. Visibly shaken, Leslie stared at the Mystic woman’s lined face, then at the single flickering candle, and finally, down at his hands. He took a few deep breaths to compose himself and to stop his mind from racing. He simply had to know. He met the Fortune Teller’s gaze, steadied his voice and asked, "Will I be acquitted?"