Julia looked at the cup that was put in front of her and then at the
man who still sat opposite her, a small smile on her face. "If we
do this very often, I could find myself broke at the end of the week."
"You get paid?"
"I receive a small salary, yes. It's more of a gesture than a proper
"Herr Delius trying to convince himself that he's using a paid employee
for his work rather than a science project?"
The woman shrugged. "You don't expect me to answer that, do you,
Mr. Tanaka? He is my boss."
"Very true, and your loyalty is admirable," the man simpered.
"But I would be very happy for us to do this more often."
"As you said, Mr. Tanaka, I'm a science project. Considering the
level of your other 'conquests,' I can't really imagine why you would
lower yourself to this." She raised both her hands in a gesture of
demonstration. "Miss Parker, for instance, would have to be considered
"I would rather," the Japanese man stated coldly, "hear
you continue telling me of the project than discuss that."
Having successfully and intentionally drawn his attention away from herself,
Julia hid a smile and sipped her drink before continuing.
The brakes on the bed were released and it was wheeled out of the
room, turning right when it was through the doorway on the way to the
elevator and down to the room that the child usually lived in. Edna scribbled
her signature on the bottom of the form and then handed it to the waiting
man, who looked it over and then turned to glance around the room.
"One down, nine to go."
"I think Dannie's probably close to being able to be taken back
to his room, considering how well he's been responding to treatment."
"What about Jarod?" Mr. Parker glanced over at the boy before
looking back at Edna, who shook her head slowly.
"I'm concerned that he doesn't seem to be responding well. It
might be worth running a few more tests to see if there's anything else
we could give him. We know about his allergy to the vaccine component
but there may be something of potentially more effect than what he's receiving
now." She glanced over as Jarod began muttering in his sleep, tossing
on the bed.
"You're the doctor," the man stated evenly. "You may
order any tests you believe necessary." He glanced around the room.
"And the others?"
"It seems a somewhat strange request, Mr. Parker, but I'd like
to order hearing tests for two of the children."
"Oh, really?" He shot a sharp look in her direction. "Which
"The twins." She led the way over to the beds. "Since
their fevers began to go down, I've become suspicious that something happened
"Very well." The man looked as the paper he held. "I'd
appreciate copies of the results myself."
"Of course, Mr. Parker." She watched him walk to the door
and then he halted, turning to her once more.
"I forgot to tell you before, Edna, but we organized for my secretary
to stay with Annie during the hours that she's been at home. She's been
The doctor smiled. "Thank you, sir. I really appreciate that."
"You're doing fine work, Edna." The man nodded to the beds.
"Just keep it up."
* * * * * * * * *
Lake Catherine, Maine
The veranda was dark, stars shining brightly in the night sky and
clearly visible to the two people who sat on the steps. She leaned back
against him, feeling his arms around her, her head resting against his
chest. Apart from the occasional hoot of an owl, the world was silent.
"Are you sure this is such a good idea?"
His voice was soft and questioning, but rasped slightly, revealing
the emotional strain that he had been under and was still burdened by.
In response, she pressed herself slightly against him.
The word was only a whisper and almost seemed to be carried away on
the slight breeze, but he heard it, lowering his head to press his lips
to her hair.
"But when you go
Turning, she looked up into his face, her eyes piercing, despite the
darkness. He smiled slightly, reading the expression in her eyes as he
reached out to gently stroke her cheek. She closed the distance between
them and he took her in his arms, leaning against the veranda railing,
his back pressed against the white timber, gazing into her eyes.
The birds calling outside the window woke Morgan with a start, and it
was with a sense of shock that she stared into the blue sky. She had had
that dream before, but never in such clarity as this time. Getting out
of bed, she gathered her clothes and walked over to the window. Clutching
the bundle to her, she gazed out over the setting in front of her, eyes
fixed on the man sitting on the white timber veranda at the front of his
home. Ben Miller was staring up at the sky, and she could see the sadness
in his eyes.
Morgan Parker's gaze traveled to the chest in which she had first found
the information about the children her mother had rescued from the Centre.
All over the room, signs of her mother lingered, pictures or objects that
had been special to Catherine, and also to the man who had loved her.
But there was nothing more here for her daughter, except perhaps a chance
to escape the pressures of her normal life. And the sadness that her presence
caused to the man who lived here far outweighed that escape. That alone
was more than enough reason for her current decision. She wouldn't come
back to Lake Catherine. Not until she had the answers to her questions
and could return with a clear mind and a clear conscience. And maybe not
* * * * * * * * *
Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
"So you last saw Alastair when?"
"The morning I was taken out of the room. As each kid got better,
they were taken back to either their own rooms or else others nearby.
I went to a room next to the Sim Lab."
Jarod shot Jordan a sideways look of mixed amusement and annoyance. "Just
how long did you think it took me to get better?"
The boy shrugged. "I had no idea. You might have tried for something
really spectacular, such as a heart problem, for instance."
"That would've made running kind of interesting over the past five
years, wouldn't it?" the man laughed. "No, I was taken to my
room. Alastair and the other four were left behind. According to the official
reports," his tone became angry, "all five of them died of septicemia
within three days. But another report I found said they were sent to Die
Fakultät when Edna thought they were well enough to travel. The escorts
all disappeared as soon as they arrived, and Edna was put into an insane
asylum by her husband within a few months, though I'm not sure if there
was a connection to the meningitis or her daughter being abducted a few
months later." Jarod's hands balled into fists. "In fact, everything
possible was done to make sure that nobody ever knew they were still alive."
Jordan looked up. "But you said Mr. Parker had been there a few
times. How come he didn't know they didn't die?"
"He was the main person they were trying to hide it from,"
the older man responded immediately. "You have to remember that all
the reports in both Blue Cove and the Pretoriat say that they're all dead.
Only Berlin's records indicate that they're still alive. They were difficult
to find, and I don't know why anyone from the Centre would go looking."
"So you never saw or heard from any of them again until this morning?"
"And did you think about them?"
"Occasionally. Work for the first few weeks after that was fairly
light, at least compared to the amount I'd been doing before that, so
I had time to wonder what had happened to them. As time went on and the
workload increased, I thought about them less and less. Recently, I've
hardly thought about them at all, as I'm sure Alastair won't fail to remind
me." Jarod laughed. "But we had a lot of fun for the few days
until I got moved away."
The voice was a whisper and the boy opened his eyes, rolling over
to look at the boy in the other bed, his own tones lowered to an equally
"Can you walk yet?"
"Good. We're being inspected by the members of the Tower in the
Jarod looked at Alastair as if the boy had lost his mind. "Dumb
question but 'so?'"
"'So,'" he put emphasis on the word, "let's make life
difficult for them."
"In what way?"
"Well, it'd be nasty if the charts were all mixed up, wouldn't
Silently pulling himself up in bed, Jarod had to choke down laughter
at the thought of the look on Mr. Parker's face when he found himself
displaying incorrect charts to the people he was trying to impress. With
a quick glance over his shoulder at Edna, he slipped out of bed and softly
padded across the floor, mixing up the charts from the ends of the eight
beds that were occupied. Jarod got confused looks from the twins and,
in rapid gestures, tried to explain what was going on. They both grinned
at him and gave thumbs-up signs, which confused him, but he imagined that
it must be something positive. Slipping back into bed, he grinned at Alastair
and received a similar look in return, before Jarod rolled over and tried
to sleep. Muffled giggles from the bed beside him suggested that he wasn't
the only person imagining the possible consequences on the following day.
* * * * * * * * *
"And this is the condition of young Clare."
Mr. Parker handed the chart over to the first of the men, who glanced
at it before sending a look of astonishment in the direction of the man.
"Are you sure, Mr. Parker? This appears to be Alastair's chart."
The man impatiently took it back and glared at the information, forced,
albeit grudgingly, to admit his error.
"You might be right."
Stepping over to the bed where the boy was lying with his eyes closed,
Mr. Parker put out a hand and was about to pick up the chart from the
end of the bed when the doctor stopped him, taking the top folder from
a pile in her hands and giving it to him.
"It seems," Edna told him calmly, "that there might
have been some confusion during the time that the rooms were being cleaned
"Thank you, Dr. Raines."
The man tried to suppress his anger, borne of embarrassment, and continued
to discuss the condition of the eight children.
* * * * * * * * *
Nearly half an hour later, when the group had gone, Edna went over
to the beds where both boys lay with their eyes closed and stood between
them, her arms folded and one foot firmly tapping the linoleum floor until
the two finally opened their eyes and looked at her.
"Were you wanting me to get into trouble?"
"Oh, no," Jarod assured her quickly. "It just seemed
like a good idea at the time."
"And we did get the response we hoped for," Alastair reminded
him. "If it had gone on for much longer, Mr. Parker's blood pressure
probably would've been off the chart. And his face!"
"Just like a tomato," Jarod agreed, as both boys dissolved
into giggles that left them breathless.
"I'm starting to think that the two of you are well enough to
be moved back into your own rooms," the doctor interrupted, trying
to suppress her own amusement. Despite maintaining a professional demeanor,
she had appreciated the joke.
"Please, Edna," Jarod grabbed her hand as she began to walk
over to the phone mounted on the wall. "We might never see each other
again after we leave here. Couldn't you give us a few more days? Please?"
She stood by the bed for a moment, seeing an expression of a lonely
child in his eyes, before she nodded slowly. "All right. I think
you'll find that little excursion of yours last night is going to leave
you pretty wrung out tonight, so I'd say that will do as punishment."
Jarod stared up at her from his position against the pillow, his eyes
wide in sheer astonishment at this revelation. "Were you watching?"
"I'm a mother, Jarod," Edna retorted with a smile. "I
have an extra sense where children are concerned."
"You are?" His expression changed to one of longing. "Is
it nice, being a mom?"
"It's very nice." She sat down on the bed beside him. "It's
one of the nicest things in my life."
"What would you do if your child ever disappeared?"
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Jarod."
"Well, would you keep looking for them, even after more than
"Yes, Jarod, I would. I'd keep looking until I found her."
"Do you think other moms feel like that, too?"
"I think any other mother would feel that way." She reached
out a hand and started to stroke his hair. "They'd always keep looking."
It was with a mixture of astonishment and concern that she saw him
roll over and bury his face in his pillow, starting to sob softly. Standing,
Edna pulled across the curtain that separated Jarod's bed from Alastair's
and then sat down beside him again, gently stroking the hair on the back
of his head, her voice soft.
"What is it, honey? What's wrong?"
I want my mom." He looked up at her, tears streaming
down his face. "But I'm never going to be able to see her ever again."
"How come, Jarod?"
"She's dead, and my dad too." Jarod rolled over, once more
muffling his sobs in his pillow. "They were coming to see me and
* * * * * * * * *
Green Acres Psychiatric Institute
Sydney examined the face of the young man sitting opposite him as the
footage finished and the psychiatrist closed down the machine.
it was true?"
"Yes, Dannie." The man paused. "Although I don't think
there's any way for us to know for sure if that was the cause of the Einnad
persona emerging, it has to be considered a possibility. For the next
seven years, he must have continued to develop to the stage he was when
you were taken to the warehouse in 1982."
Tears glittered in the younger man's eyes. "I never meant to hurt
"You didn't," Sydney assured him soothingly. "We've been
through this. You are not to blame for what he did when he was
After a moment of silence, the younger man looked up. "How much
did you know?"
"When I came back from Europe, I was shown a DSA of the project
and also notes that Raines made about it. In addition, I was shown a recording
of the final results."
"That wasn't what I meant, but yes, they did."
"All but those in the room overseen by Edna."
"What happened to her? Is she still at the Centre?"
"No, Dannie." Sydney shook his head sadly. "Later that
year, everybody at the Centre was told that, from the distress caused
by the disappearance of her daughter, Edna killed herself. In reality,
her husband seems to have put her into an insane asylum and left her there
for 25 years."
The younger man looked at Sydney in astonishment. "They were
"Why didn't she ever say?"
"Mr. Parker instructed her not to, in case it upset any of you."
* * * * * * * * *
Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
"So where is he?"
"If I know Alastair," Jarod replied with a laugh, "he's
probably hiding somewhere to be deliberately obnoxious."
With an emphasis on the last word, raising his voice to make sure it
would be heard, Jarod looked around narrowly.
"You know," he stated, trying not to laugh, "considering
there's no breeze today, doesn't it seem a little strange to you that
the bushes over there are moving, son?"
The boy looked over and then, grinning, nodded. "Now that you mention
it, that is a bit weird. Still, you did promise I could be eaten by a
bear, so maybe it's just one trying to be obliging."
"A bear?" Jarod tried to sound scared and pulled out the gun
he was wearing in a holster around his waist, the click loud in the still
early-morning air as he cocked it. "If it's a bear, I'll have to
kill it before it can kill us."
"Oh, let it have its fun," Jordan protested, his eyes twinkling
with laughter. "Let it maul us a little first."
"Last time, it was a wolf and this time it's a bear. I'm beginning
to believe I should never come to Yellowstone again." Jarod rolled
his eyes. "I'm sorry, Jordan, but I'm not letting a bear maul us,
even if you think it might be fun."
"For the bear," the boy put in. "I never said it would
be fun for us."
"Well, I'm certainly not going to oblige bears." Jarod eyed
the bushes again. "You know, if it is a bear then it's a very
"Maybe it's just a baby." Jordan turned a pleading face to
the older man. "Can I take it home with me? Please Dad? Oh, please!
I've always wanted a pet. It can have my seat in the helicopter and I'll
sit in the back!"
Jarod looked down with a grin. "What would your grandfather say?"
"It'd be good protection, as well as all the responsibility stuff.
Can you imagine the Centre trying to abduct us if a great big bear was
in the way?"
"Well, let's ask the bear what it wants to do." Securing the
gun, Jarod returned it to his holster and took off the belt, handing it
to the boy. "I'm sure, if it has plans, it'll obligingly tell us
He slipped off his backpack and also gave that to Jordan before cautiously
approaching the bush, seeing the laughing blue eyes fixed on him as he
approached. With a yell, Jarod launched himself over the greenery, landing
on top of the man who was crouched there, and the two rolled into the
"Hey, I had a bath this morning," the stranger protested as,
dripping wet, he stood and shook the water out of his hair.
"I hadn't," Jarod responded, laughing. "I thought it was
time I did."
"Some people never change."
"Well, you certainly haven't," the Pretender told him, pulling
the man into a firm hug before turning to the boy. "Jordan, this
is Alastair. Alastair, this is my son, Jordan."
"Well, you're definitely better looking than your old man was at
that age," Alastair remarked, with a wink which suggested to Jordan
that he knew about the relationship and was simply sparing his feelings.
Shaking the boy's hand, Alastair ducked as Jarod swung a mock-punch in
his direction. Straightening and peeling off his shirt, the man wrung
it out with exaggerated gestures and a look of disgust on his face.
"If you hadn't wanted to go for a swim, all you had to do was get
out of the way," Jarod laughed, removing his own shirt. "After
all, you knew what I was going to do."
"What, and ruin your fun? Never!"
"Most of the time, you were responsible for my fun." Jarod
raised an eyebrow. "After all, I wasn't the one who came up with
the idea of switching the charts, knotting the curtains, drawing on the
"And I still don't know where you got hold of the charcoal for that,"
the other man retorted.
"How can you not know?" Jordan lifted an eyebrow likewise and
Alastair glanced from the boy to the man before breaking into loud laughter.
"I never bothered to think about it, Jordan," the psychic choked
out breathlessly, between peals of laughter.
"If you're going into hysterics," Jarod warned him sternly,
"you'll get another bath."
"Watch me." The Pretender took a step closer.
"Okay, okay." Alastair restrained himself. "I'm calm."
* * * * * * * * *
"And that, Mr. Tanaka," Julia remarked to the man opposite
her, "was the cause of the people you saw being deaf."
"It seems an unusual reaction."
"It was caused by an allergy to the vaccine they were given,"
Julia replied. "It was found later that Raines had failed to test
the contents of the vaccines on any of the children in the project and
so many of them had severe reactions, most dying as a result of either
that or the meningitis itself."
"So Raines was called up before the Triumvirate -- "
"Not exactly, sir. At the time it was located here in Germany. The
American branch was provided with the necessary powers
The eyes of the Director revealed his anger, glinting in the light
that illuminated the board of men who faced the individual standing in
the middle of the room. His tone, too, revealed the tension that had engulfed
the entire Centre and its partners over the past few days. The atmosphere
was electric, apart from an aura of smugness that emanated from the doctor,
which added to the feelings of the American Triumvirate members.
"God only knows what you were thinking," the Director spat.
"You've not only compromised the entire organization; you've delayed
-- and in some cases resulted in the forced termination of -- some of
our most important projects, thereby losing us millions in potential earnings."
Raines accepted the criticism without comment, rejoicing, at the same
time, in the success of his project. It had been irritating that the Triumvirate
had been informed before his results had been achieved, but he suspected
that he knew who to blame for that, and she would suffer, as he was clearly
going to have to. With a resigned expression, he waited to hear what punishment
they had elected to impose on him.
The Director picked up a folder and looked through it, eyeing each
of the names of those who had taken part and their current status -- dead
or alive. Flipping the booklet shut, he pushed it aside and picked up
another, which Raines could see was his own personnel file. Finally he
looked up and met the accused man's gaze.
"Dr. Raines, considering the degree to which you have endangered
the future of the Centre, the Triumvirate and everyone associated with
it, you should consider yourself lucky that you are even permitted to
continue working here."
The lips of the man at the other end of the table curled into a sneer,
but he remained silent. The Director, after a moment, continued.
"After serious deliberation, we have decided not to remove you
from the Centre altogether."
The man fixed a steely gaze on the doctor, to ensure that he understood
the unspoken threat.
"Instead, we consider that the best method of ensuring our safety
is for your name to be removed from the list of those who have sworn loyalty
to the sacred oath of Hippocrates of Cos. If," the Director continued,
ignoring the change that occurred on the face of the man in front of him
"you can later prove yourself worthy of the chances we offer you,
we won't strip the other projects from your direction. As it is, you are
now required to present all future ideas to the Board for clearance before
even beginning any of them. Is that understood?"
Swallowing his rage at this announcement, Raines forced himself to
assume a devil-may-care expression. "For how long?"
The tones contained a hint of bravado that made the Director lift
an eyebrow. "For as long as we consider necessary." The man
leaned back. "Very well, you're free to go."
"You are all kindness." The former doctor made a small,
mocking bow and rapidly left the room.
"How do you know so much about it?"
Julia raised an amused eyebrow, replying with a question of her own.
"You mean apart from the fact that I'm psychic, sir?"
"You speak with too much warmth for just an ordinary outsider,"
Tommy admonished with a smile curling his lips. "Even for one with
as much knowledge as you have, thanks to your gift."
"That time, sir," she remarked quietly, "was when I developed
my 'gift.' I was one of the children in the room overseen by Edna Raines."
"What were you before then?"
"My blood contains the same genetic factor that made other children
special, but I'd never shown much talent. After I recovered from the meningitis,
I began to 'see' things. It made me useful."
"And why were you in America? Your voice doesn't contain an American
"It's South African, Mr. Tanaka. I was 'created' at the facility
in the Pretoriat and transferred to the Centre so that I could be included
in the Prodigy program. When the then-Dr. Raines was looking for children,
I was an ideal candidate. It would have been of no importance if I hadn't
survived the tests. It was just by chance that I was put into the group
of those that managed to live."
Tommy Tanaka leaned back in his chair. "If that project had never
"The Centre would be a much more powerful place than it is now.
Among those children who died were ones who had wonderful gifts."
A smile curled her lips. "Had the Centre, or perhaps it would be
more accurate to say Raines, not been in such a hurry, they might have
found others of equal, or perhaps even greater, use to them, but they
will never be able to control them now." Julia rose to her feet.
The Japanese man raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but the Herr Direktor wants me."
Julia fell silent so that they were able to hear the translator being
paged over the loudspeaker that was mounted high on the wall in the corner
of the café. She looked at the man who had remained in his seat,
a light of amusement in her eyes.
"You see, Mr. Tanaka, the experiment really did make me useful."
* * * * * * * * *
Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
"It was a little cold for the bath," Alastair commented, glaring
at Jarod across the fire. "What would Sydney say if you came down
"You're assuming I'd tell him," the Pretender responded with
a grin after swallowing a mouthful of scalding coffee. "I may not
want the lecture."
"You'd get one from your dad," Jordan put in. "Even if
you didn't tell him, I would."
"Thanks, son." Jarod rolled his eyes. "It's great to get
such good support."
"Anytime." The boy shrugged, yawning as he lay back against
Jarod's legs. After a moment, he closed his eyes and relaxed.
"He's a good kid," Alastair stated softly.
"He's a great kid," the older man affirmed quietly.
"No." Jarod shook his head. "Not completely. Some parts
are similar, but there's a lot of ways we differ."
Alastair nodded, visually scanning the sleeping face. "You have
no idea how weird it is to see him like this."
"Oh, I do," the Pretender assured him, beginning to gently
stroke the boy's hair. "I remember how weird it was seeing him the
very first time."
After a moment of silence, Jarod looked over at his friend. "Were
you planning to hang around for a while?"
"I wouldn't want to interrupt the bonding session for too long,"
the man laughed. "But I might stick around for today."
"Why now, Alastair?" Jarod looked at him curiously. "Why
did you wait this long?"
"Would you have remembered who I was until this past week?"
"I hope so."
The younger man shrugged. "I doubt it."
* * * * * * * * *
The man's facial expression was stern. "I pay you to work, Julia,
not socialize in the café with my visitors."
"I'm sorry, Herr Direktor, but he offered and I thought it would
be impolite if I were to refuse."
He raised an eyebrow. "So what were the two of you discussing?"
Julia's face was void of expression. "The reason you find me so
Delius smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I hope you're not considering
"I was under the impression, sir, that they were supposed to work
with you, not against you."
"You tell me, Julia."
She nodded. "Very well, Herr Direktor. They will work with you until
the situation is no longer of any benefit to them, and then they will
work against you."
"As I thought." He bowed his head briefly in thought before
looking up. "But that's not the reason I called you here."
"Your son has refused to settle ever since he fell from the bars
in the gymnasium. I want you to go down there and calm him so that he
can continue working well in the morning."
The woman fought to suppress her concern. "At once, sir."
"Oh, and Julia?"
She turned back from the door. "Herr Direktor?"
"I considered your recommendation," he spoke the last
word sneeringly. "I think you may be right. Peter will recommence
simulations with Clare and Michael tomorrow."
The psychic had to fight hard to keep the relieved look from her face.
"Thank you, Herr Direktor."
* * * * * * * * *
She ran down the last few stairs, stopping outside the child's room and
unlocking the door before pulling it open.
"Mommy," the boy whispered as she sat down beside him on the
"You know you can't call me that here, baby." Gently she picked
Peter up, stroking his hair. "I told you that."
"I know." He nodded, nestling closer to her. "But one
day will I be allowed to?"
"Maybe one day, my darling. Maybe once all of this is gone, you
and I can go to a new place and start a new life."
Julia thought of the healer in his room down the hall and smiled faintly.
"I hope he'd come with us too, Peter."
"And will I meet Alastair one day?"
She looked down at him with a wider smile. "Have you been inside
my head again?"
"Uh huh." He grinned at her slyly. "How come you were
thinking about him?"
"He was thinking about me, Peter." She kissed him softly. "I
have something nice to tell you now, baby. In the morning, you get to
work with Clare and Michael again."
"Goody." He smiled before looking up at her, his expression
suddenly sad. "When do I get to work with you?"
"My work's different, sweetie. You can't help me with that."
"I want to." He put both arms around her neck, his eyes heavy.
"I want to see you more often."
"I'll try to come and see you whenever I can, honey," Julia
murmured, blinking the tears out of her eyes. Feeling him nod drowsily
against her shoulder, the psychic rocked the boy in her arms for a few
moments before slowly rising to her feet.
Placing him down on the bed, she gently covered him with blankets, including
the handmade quilt that Delius had, amid much mockery, allowed her to
make for her son during her pregnancy, now almost five years earlier.
Julia's face revealed her pain as she pulled up the brightly colored cover
and spread it over him, bending down to kiss the face that she loved best
in the world and quietly murmuring in his ear.
"Sweet dreams, mein' liebst'."
Going to the door, she looked back at the boy once before closing the
door and, as with all of her other visits, feeling her heart sink as she
heard the lock activate. Her room was only a few doors away, so she went
there, sinking down on to the bed to stare blankly at the floor.
It was nearly five years to the day since Delius had informed her that
she would be taking part in the project to create her son, to try to regain
for Germany the chairmanship of the Triumvirate. Not that his reasons
were of any importance to her. He enjoyed believing that she never actually
understood his motives and never knew when he lied to her, knowing, at
the same time, that her abilities meant she understood him totally.
And of course, Herr Delius knew what a hold he had over her, knew how
much she stood to lose, if she ever left. That was the reason that she
had refused to go when Alastair had offered to take her with him during
his escape, because it would have meant leaving the most valuable parts
of her life behind. Standing, she looked at herself in the small mirror
on her wall, smoothing her hair and neatening her suit, before leaving
the room to answer her boss's as-yet-unspoken summons.
* * * * * * * * *
Blue Cove, Delaware
"Where the hell have the three of you been?"
Sydney hid a smile, looking up to see Lyle glaring at him from the doorway
of his office, and the psychiatrist exchanged amused looks with the woman
seated in the corner. "We had a weekend vacation."
"You'd better hope that news of that doesn't get back to my father
"Actually, Lyle, it was the Chairman who gave us the time off."
Sydney offered the other man his copy of the memo, watching as the man
snatched it and read the few lines.
"My father's losing his mind," the man sneered.
"That's quite possible," Sydney replied with a small smile.
"But maybe you could take the matter up with him, rather than disrupting
"Oh, but before you go," Miss Parker interrupted sweetly. "Were
there any new leads while we were off, relaxing?"
Growling something inaudible in reply, the man left the room, and let
the door close behind him, trying not to howl in pain as his remaining
thumb was trapped between the door and the wall.
End of Episode
A Shot in the Dark