Infiltration by Angela Hunt

Author:Angela Hunt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Supernatural Suspense, FIC042060, FIC042020, FIC031070
ISBN: 9781441231376
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2017-05-24T04:00:00+00:00

At lunch, Tank was destroying a mushroom and pineapple pizza when he blurted out the question everyone had been too discreet to ask last night: “By the way, Andi, how was your visit with the shrink yesterday?”

I met his concerned gaze as I took a seat at the dining room table. “Fine. I talked, he talked. He wants me to keep writing in my journal, and he wants to hypnotize me.”

Tank’s open expression slammed shut. “Not a good idea,” he said, his eyes hot. “That kind of stuff is dangerous.”

“Actually,” the professor said as he opened a box of spicy chicken wings, “therapeutic hypnosis is nothing like the sideshow theatrics you’re undoubtedly thinking of, Tank. Used properly, hypnosis is simply a state of focused concentration. While in a hypnotic trance, a subject is more open to helpful suggestions.”

Tank regarded the professor with narrowed eyes. “How can you be sure this doctor won’t hurt Andi? He might program her to murder people, or maybe he wants to take advantage of her—”

“Nonsense.” The professor waved Tank’s concern away. “Some people can’t even be hypnotized, and no one under hypnosis can be forced to do anything he or she wouldn’t ordinarily do. Andi would certainly be safe from any predacious doctor.”

“Unless she don’t want to be.” Brenda grinned at me. “You gotta admit, that man is fine. He wouldn’t have to use hypnosis to get some lovin’ from me.”

“I’m not in the market for love.” I shot an equal opportunity glare around the table. “I just want those voices out of my head—for good.” I looked at the professor, who had also been infected with the fungus. “Have you noticed anything odd about your thoughts? Have you heard any echoes of those voices?”

“No.” The professor gave me a sympathetic smile. “But I wasn’t infected nearly as long as you.”

“That’s it, then.” I grabbed a slice of pizza. “I have another appointment tomorrow, and I’m going to tell Drummond to start swinging his watch, or whatever he does to hypnotize people.”

“I second the motion,” the professor said.

“I third it,” Brenda added.

Tank growled. “My opinion may not matter much, but I’m against it.”

Daniel, who had been plucking the mushrooms from his pizza, lifted his hand, signaling his agreement with Tank.

I sighed. I would have liked to have unanimous support, but three-to-two was still a win.

After lunch, I went back to the dining room and opened the cardboard box on the floor. The orb lay beneath the dishtowel I’d thrown over it, so I grabbed it, dishcloth and all, and set it on the table. I found my tablet, my tape measure, and a pen, then pulled the dishtowel away from the orb . . . and gasped.

The orb had changed again. Instead of being silver or gold, the orb’s surface was covered with rows of trapezoids . . . and in each four-sided shape I saw the stage, the woman, and the basket from my recurrent nightmare.

My first instinct was to cover the orb and run.

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