Bad Vibrations: Book 1 of the Sedona Files by Christine Pope

Author:Christine Pope [Pope, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Valentine Press

Chapter Ten

It didn’t take as long as I had thought to recount the story to them—how Alex Hathaway had come to me, how Otto had commanded me to go see Paul at the Sheraton Universal. The chase by the agent in the parking garage. Our growing discovery of the conspiracy. The subjugation of Raymond Lampson. Paul’s capture.

By the time I was done, Kiki’s blue eyes—so like her sister’s—were almost as big as the saucers she hunted in the night sky. Adam similarly appeared far more excited than worried or nervous. Michael Lightfoot’s expression was grave, and as for Lance, well, he didn’t have much expression at all. Kara seemed more intrigued than anything else, although her excitement was more muted than her sister’s.

She turned to Lance. “Secret Canyon?”

One nod. His gaze flickered in my direction for the barest fraction of a second. He asked, “Have you seen him?”

“What?”

“You’re a psychic.” There was just the smallest hint of contempt in the word. “Haven’t you tried to see him, see where they’ve taken him?”

I almost pulled out my “psychics are not one size fits all” speech, then decided it wasn’t worth the effort, since I had the distinct impression Lance knew very well that his question was guaranteed to irritate me. Technically speaking, I wasn’t a clairvoyant. If Otto wasn’t giving me outright advice, then most of my readings came from hunches, or feelings…like the one that had brought me here to Sedona in the first place.

“No,” I said. “I just know he’s still alive, and still all right…for now, anyway.”

His flat stare didn’t flicker. “Maybe you should try.”

The middle of the UFO Depot, with a group of people I barely knew looking on, was perhaps not the most ideal situation for attempting that sort of feat. But Lance had put me on my mettle, and I had done such a thing once or twice before. I just had no idea whether it would work this time, especially when I hadn’t had any time to mentally prepare myself for such spiritual exertions.

Without bothering to reply, I shut my eyes, closing out the faces of the people watching me, the cluttered shelves, and eased into a calm blankness. The sound of the film playing in the background became tinny, then died away to nothing.

I thought of Paul, of the quick flash of his smile, the green and gold glints in his hazel eyes. The way his mouth had felt on mine, the warm scent of his skin. All the thousand and one little details I hadn’t even realized I was noticing at the time, but which had been carefully filed away in my mind. I built an image of him in the darkness behind my eyelids, and suddenly, he was there.

Or rather, I was there with him. I saw him clearly as he sat on a mean little cot with a thin Army-issue blanket in a room with dark gray walls. He seemed to be alone. A fresh bruise showed clearly along the fine bones of his jaw, and he was sporting a pretty spectacular black eye.

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