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Nothing there that she could see.

Which didn’t actually mean that there was nothing

there.

She climbed in, shifted into gear and drove to the

exit. Again, she felt an odd crackling sensation, like her

skin was charged and sensitized.

Shooting a look in the rearview mirror, she thought

she saw something move across the deserted parking lot,

something fast. She slowed, stopped, slung her arm over

Dana’s seat back and looked back. Seconds ticked past.

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Nothing. There was nothing back there except a

worthless low-level psychic that she probably ought to

have killed.

She wanted to believe that, but her gut told her she

was wrong. That therewassomething there. Something powerful enough to camouflage its signature.

Paranoia? Maybe. She’d long ago adopted it as her

middle name.

Either way, it was time to go.

She got the car moving and turned toward the highway. With her index finger, she loaded the CD. “(Get

Your Kicks On) Route 66” came on. A glance at Dana

showed she was out for the count. Turning up the

volume a bit, Roxy let the old Depeche Mode cover

rock her and Dana along Route 66.

Well, not exactly Route 66. Eastbound on the I-40.

Four hours, give or take, and she’d be running solo

again. Heading for Toronto. Heading for home. What

were the odds that it was also home to the Setnakhts?

Focusing her thoughts, she picked apart the information Marin had supplied. Not that he’d given her

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