She thought about that as she ate.Why does he care?
I’d like to know. I assume it’s not because he’s worried about liability from the old experiments.
He could be like Mickey and Minnie.
Minnie! I’m sure she’d hate being called that. But back to Smithson. I don’t think he’s got any psychic abilities. He’s using conventional methods. And he was shocked by the window image I put into his head.
Right.
And we can’t go to the cops about him. Or about Mickey and Minnie.
When they’d finished the meal, Jake said, ”We should get out of here.”
“Where are we going this time?”
“First, to practice our thunderbolt skills.”
“You mean like what the Odd Couple did to you.”
“Odd Couple! Like us.”
“But we’re not as odd yet,”she pointed out.
“Yeah. I shot a bolt back at them, but it hardly had any power. I didn’t even know we could do that.”
“How do we get more power?”
“Like I said, practice.”
“On what?”
“We can go out into the swamp and try to zap some trees.” He started for the door, then stopped.“Where’s the car?”
“Kendall said it was in a garage a few doors down.”
When Rachel started to straighten up the bed, Jake helped her. Together they folded the quilt and stuffed the trash into the bag from the fast-food restaurant.
Jake turned to inspect the room. “It looks like nobody was even here.”
“Maybe we should wipe away our fingerprints.”
“Yeah. Not a bad idea.”
They used paper towels from the bathroom to wipe all the hard surfaces they might have touched, then exited the shop through the back.
The car was where Kendall had left it.
When they had pulled into the alley, Jake asked, “You have some idea where to find the clinic?”
“South . . . and west.”
“How do you know?”
She reached into her purse and closed her fingers around the deck of Tarot cards, letting impressions come to her the way they did during a reading. “I have a feeling we’ll be headed in the right direction. And when we get closer, I may have a better idea.”
You’re the psychic.
You seem to have developed some talents we can use.
