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hellish hospital ward—somewhere between three days and forever. Gah! The mere thought of the place made my hands clammy. Another day here, sleeping off my pain hangover. Was today Wednesday? That meant it’d been five days since my last shot. I’d only been off the drug once, when I’d woken from a nine-day coma. That time, about two weeks had passed between doses and my ability had been completely gone. So, four to nine days from now, I’d lose my ability.
    If I’m going to do something, I have only a few days to do it. What are they planning to do with me?
    Was this the “undisclosed location” from Hunter’s mind? Probably. There was a pretty good chance the Ganzfield RVs knew where I was. Rick was still there and he could track my location. He’d probably located me while I’d been in the hospital in Boston. They might get Claire to come up from Connecticut and get her close enough to visualize me. If I were back at Ganzfield and someone else was detained, that’s what I’d do, since Rachel was still off the meds until the baby was born.
    Rachel. How was she doing? The pregnancy had been draining her. My mom must be a twitchy ball of worry. Williamson probably knew what being in that hospital had been like for a minder. I hoped he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone else.
    I saved thinking of Trevor for last, knowing that once I started thinking about him, I’d stick with it.
    Trevor.
    I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, imagining his arms around me. I inhaled the woodsy, phantom-scent of his skin. I felt his thoughts intertwine with mine and my skin warmed as I recalled connecting with him as pure energy.
    But he’s not here. I’m all alone… and locked underground… like being buried alive. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself as I drew in a sobbing breath. Part of my soul was missing. At least I had the luxury of knowing Trevor was safe. It must be worse for him, since I wasn’t safe. How was he handling this?
    Would he do something crazy—like try to rescue me? He probably wanted to, but hopefully someone had talked him out of it. I was being held underground in a secret federal facility. Coleman was my best chance of getting out, at least in a way that didn’t involve my picture ending up on the post office wall. I felt a tiny smile tug at the corners of my mouth—whatever Coleman was doing was annoying Colonel Hunter. That sounded pretty promising.
    The smile dribbled away as I felt the thick anger in Colonel Hunter’s approach. He used a key to enter the nondescript equipment shed that covered the entrance to this underground place. After jogging down a narrow set of stairs, he opened a double set of soundproofed doors above the stairwell that led to this row of cells. The first door required a keycode, which I lifted from Hunter’s mind without even trying. 1-0-7-9-2-4. Ten, seventy-nine, twenty-four. I chunked them like a locker combination and committed them to memory as though my life might depend on it.
    Things like that had worked for me before.
    The second door required a key card swipe and a fingerprint scan.
    Crap.
    My breath rushed out of me in a defeated huff. I might be able to snag a key card, but I was pretty sure Colonel Hunter would notice if I stole his finger.
    I pulled myself up to sit against the far wall as he closed the door behind him. His eyes glanced at the two cameras in opposite corners of the room. She’s recovered enough to answer questions.
    My racing heart threatened to burst out of my chest. I felt exposed, alone in this room with him, dressed only in this stupid hospital gown. Apparently, after five days of flop-sweat without a shower, I’d also started to smell. Hunter’s mind and lip both curled with disgust.
    “How did you kill those boys in New Jersey?”
    I met his cold gaze with narrowed eyes and I felt my own lip curl. Hell, I could show him right now.
    Just blast the crap out of his mind.
    I didn’t have to touch him. I didn’t even have to