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“No. He took something out of his pocket, dropped this accidentally.”
    Marie didn’t appreciate the humor, but she laughed anyway. “Thanks, oh, great swami. Did you divine anything else?”
    Oddly enough, he didn’t laugh with her. “I’m psychic.”
    “Well, excuse me for not recognizing that. Your ears aren’t pointy like Mr. Spock’s.”
    “A skeptic. Well, at least my luck’s consistent today.”
    “You’re serious,” she guessed. “You really think you can…”
    “I really know I can, and I don’t intend to debate it with you right now. I thought maybe since you have a photographic memory—something very few people possess and some consider strange—that you’d at least have an open mind about it.”
    “That’s why COMPASS wants me? So all that stuff about the team having unique powers isn’t just some outlandish rumor?”
    “Hardly. But it’s not up to me to convince you. Mercier can do that if you come on board. If not, it’s just aswell you retain your disbelief. We don’t need it advertised.”
    She cocked her head and pursed her lips. “So, how’s it work? Your gift, I mean. And how well does it work?”
    If she expected defensiveness, she didn’t get it. He pocketed the paper and answered matter-of-factly, “Only works with touching things, not people, which we figure might be an early developed defense mechanism on my part. Or it could simply be a limitation. Accuracy’s about 80 percent in my case.”
    “Oh, so you admit that sometimes it doesn’t work?” she asked politely.
    He nodded. “It depends on how much energy was expended on the object that was held or used and for how long it was exposed. Our boy obviously put some thought into making the list. Got more than I figured from it.”
    “Okay, let’s hear it. What did you get? ” She asked, humoring him while trying not to view him as a crazy she ought to run from.
    After a pause, Tyndal added almost reluctantly, “He’s working for somebody else.”
    Marie avoided his eyes and gave a succinct nod, not wanting to make him angry by questioning this ability. Psychic mumbo jumbo aside, he had access to a number of enforcement agencies and therefore more resources for investigating this than she had.
    She needed him, crazy or not. Now how could she make him need her?

Chapter 4
    “I f I give you a picture of him,” Marie offered, “you could have it run through Interpol?”
    “Sure, but how—”
    “Art major. Worked my way through LSU doing sidewalk portraits around Jackson Square.”
    “That’s not in your file.”
    “Don’t tell the IRS. I worked for cash only. I’ll need charcoal and a sketch pad.”
    She pushed past him and returned to the outer room. Have you checked out the rest of this place. Maybe he dropped something else.”
    He followed. “Because of you, we have breaks in the case now, you furnishing that likeness of the perp and this, the location where he held you. None of the othersthat lived have been able to provide any information. They were drugged the entire time, then dumped in a public park, either alive or dead. Forensics hasn’t gotten anything, either, but this time, we’ve lucked out.
    “I got a partial print off the bed frame.”
    Marie smiled her approval. “You brought a print kit?”
    “Boy Scout. Always prepared.” He held up the salute.
    “Hey, I hear they give badges for that!”
    “Funny girl.” He ushered her through the door to the street. “You aren’t always this perky, are you? I hope this is another guise to throw me off the real you. Perky just irritates the hell out of me.”
    “And condescension annoys me, just so you know. Your car or mine?”
    “Mine. All my gear is in it and your ride isn’t exactly low profile. Is that hot little number part of your fluffy persona, or are you naturally a show-off?”
    “You saw my car? When?”
    “No, I haven’t seen it, but I did read your file. Except for your art and erstwhile tax evasion, I know just about