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send him directives. Why?”
    “I have a special favor to ask. It’s extremely important to me.” When Leanne said nothing, I pushed forward. “Can you get this message to him?” I slid the fortune toward her.
    My request pulled her brow together. “You’re kidding, right?” She picked up the slip of paper and read it over.
    “Please. I need you to do this.” I said, pulling my vibrating phone from my pocket.
    OUTSIDE NOW, Blaze had texted.
    I showed her the screen. “I’ve got to go.” I put the keys to the car on the table with a twenty and headed to the door.
     
    As I stepped outside, an Iniquus Hummer roared around the corner and screeched to a stop in front of me. I grabbed the handle and jerked the door open. Blaze’s face was set at grim angles.
    I jumped into the front seat. As I pulled my safety belt into place, Blaze jerked the wheel to the left and catapulted us down the street, through the red light, and onto the highway.
    “What the heck, Blaze?”
    “The team went incommunicado. I’ve got nothing. No phone. No GPS. No communicators. Nada.”
    “They’re being jammed?”
    “Near as I can figure it.”
    Adrenaline flooded my body. “Did you call in support?”
    “Echo and Panthers are en route. Shit!” Blaze swerved onto the shoulder. I reached up for the grab handle as my body thudded against the door. Gravel flew and horns honked their annoyance at us as we roared down the side of the highway past the traffic jam.
    “What’s your plan?” I yelled over the engine noise.
    Blaze shot me a glance, then focused back on the road as he threaded his way around the construction equipment. “I’m going to drive, and you’re going to do whatever the heck it is you do to psychically connect with Gater. He’ll feel you and know we’re on it. And you’re going to feed me anything you pick up.”
    He wanted me to walk behind the Veil? This was a bad plan. Blaze had only watched me connect through the ether on one occasion, stepping away from my body and merging with a crime victim. That had been a vicious attack on a young woman held as a sex slave, and the process left me badly wounded. At the time, my team begged me never to do it again. The best that I could promise them was that I would save that particular skill for life or death situations with my family or myself. And my team was my family. But was this life or death? Blaze must think so, or he wouldn’t be offering this up as our strategy.
    Blaze understood that after I travelled away from my body, I went into a recuperative trance, and I’d be of no use whatsoever. And he knew that if something was physically happening to Gater, it would be also be happening to me – so medical support might be needed, for both of us. Blaze wouldn’t have forgotten these critical drawbacks; he was much too affected by what he saw happen to me. I looked over at the grim set of his face. He must be grasping at straws.
    “Give me a second. Let me think this through.”
    Strike Force was on satellite communications – I doubted D.O.A. had the kind of technology required to mess with our equipment. How could the whole team have gone incommunicado? It didn’t make sense. Come on, brain, think ! How could I make Blaze’s plan work and still stay operational?
    Maybe the Veil wasn’t necessary. It was the best solution if I had a safe site with support. But here I had neither. And the first rule of rescue was: don’t become part of the problem.
    “Where are we headed?” I asked.
    “Last known location,” he said, as he clicked on his blinker and peeled off onto a ramp. I was surprised the police hadn’t tried to pull us over yet.
    I tapped Blaze’s arm. “Keep us steady for a second.” I unclasped my belt and crawled into the cargo area in the back. As I lowered the passenger seats, making the area large enough that I could lay down, I wondered if “last known” wouldn’t put us behind the curve, especially if minutes counted. But then,