“Why?” she whispered.
He shrugged, then spoke in a low voice. “We shouldn’t behere in the first place. If somebody else told me they’d done it, I would have said was impossible.” He made a low sound. “Maybe you’ve already broken one law of the universe by talking to yourself.”
“What law?”
He shrugged again. “I don’t know any more about this than you do. Didn’t you ever read any time travel stories?”
“Not my thing. I wasn’t into science fiction.”
“Just the paranormal.”
“I guess.”
“Do you remember the conversation with the visitor–from when you were little?”
She swallowed. “I didn’t. But I think I do now.”
“Oh?”
“We shouldn’t keep talking. We shouldn’t draw more attention to ourselves.”
“Right,” he answered in a whisper as he tightened his grip on her hand and kept moving toward the door, ushering her along.
She let him lead. Maybe because he was bigger and stronger, he made better progress against the thickened air that formed an invisible wall in front of them.
They were almost to the door, when a loud voice rang out. “What’s going on here?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jake swung around to see who had spoken. It was a young, nicely dressed woman with dark hair, light eyes and a questioning expression on her face. He had the feeling he’d seen her before. It took a moment to place her, but when he realized who she was, his heart skipped a beat. It was Evelyn Morgan.
Rachel had also turned and was staring at the woman.
“What are you doing here?” Evelyn asked in a brisk voice.
“Sorry. I . . . uh . . . I think we’re at the wrong place,” he managed to say, although his mouth was suddenly so dry that he could hardly speak. How could this woman see them when none of the other adults had done it?
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at them. “You shouldn’t be in here unless you have business with Dr. Solomon.”
They must have become more solid and real looking while they’d been in the clinic. Or maybe Evelyn had the same ability as the young Rachel. In her case, because she’d seen them before, and she recognized them.
No wait. Not before. Later.
Trying to figure it out had his head swimming. Still he knew what they had to do.
“I’m sorry. We’re leaving,” he said quickly, hoping they could get out the door before Evelyn came over.
“Just a minute.”
Ignoring her, he kept walking with Rachel at his side.
It hadbeen hard to walk toward the exit, but it seemed that Evelyn Morgan’s voice had broken the spell that kept them in the room.
He reached the barrier, turned the door handle and walked out into bright sunshine.
Rachel let out the breath she must have been holding.
“It was her,” she said. “She was younger, but it was her.”
