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wouldn’t stop sketching until she’d made a near-perfect reenactment of the man’s face, and she wasn’t there by any means.
    She was always exhausted after she completed these sketches. Light-headed, like she’d left her body and was having a problem with reentry. Technically, she supposed a part of her
had
left to delve into another person’s mind uninvited.
    For a good cause
, she reminded herself, hating to think she’d invaded a victim for the second time.
    It’s not like she could ask; they would think she was crazy, and she’d left all those people who’d once called her that behind. She wouldn’t put herself in that position again.
    The glass on the table next to her began to vibrate. Kate kept her head down, pencil moving with furious scratches, knowing all the while that she was causing the glass to move.
    Josie was distracted by it, looked around nervously, because the Catskills wasn’t exactly the epicenter of earthquake activity.
    “Keep going,” Kate urged, flicking a quick gaze on the woman. The pictures on the walls shook with Kate’s nervous energy that had no other outlet. If she didn’t hurry with this drawing, the woman’s apartment might just explode.
    This was exactly why she preferred to do her sketch interviews at the police station. No one noticed the shaking vibrations she caused when she was agitated. It was too crazy in there for anyone to notice much of anything.
    At first she’d thought she was haunted. It took a psychic to tell her that all of this was a part of her, inside of her. She had informed Kate that she was more powerful than she knew and that she needed to utilize her strengths. Somehow that news hadn’t been comforting at all. She knew there was something violent and dark inside of her, and she refused the psychic’s offer to help her reach her potential. Instead, Kate hoped that by helping people to exorcize their demons, she could rid herself of some of her own.
    It helped a little, at least in the moment.
    Concentrate,
she told herself, and the image came back. Josie was still talking, but Kate wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. Instead, she focused on the picture in the woman’s mind, the one she was trying so hard to relay to Kate.
    It would’ve been impossible if Kate couldn’t read her mind. She was able to capture the predator’s sharp cheekbones, the cold, dead eyes, the scar on his neck that Josie didn’t even remember. Identifying marks helped the police. They didn’t have time or manpower for a lot of these cases. The more help Kate could give them, the better off the victims would be.
    She wished she was able to erase the image from Josie’s mind when she was done, take away all the horrible memories so Josie could go on with her life.
    She held the sketch up. “Does this look like the man who hurt you?”
    “I can’t believe it—that’s him.” Josie put a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t think I was helping you at all.”
    “You did fine. I’m going to bring this to the station now.”
    “You’ll show it to Agent Young, too?” Josie pushed a business card at her. FBI Special Agent Angus Young. “He told me a picture would be important. But the police didn’t seem like they held out much hope of finding this guy. I still can’t believe any of this happened. It’s like a bad dream that will never go away.”
    “I’ll make sure he gets a copy.” Kate slipped the card into her pocket, flipped the sketchbook closed and laid a firm hand on Josie’s arm. Her voice wavered a little when she said, “Listen, you’ll get through it. It’s going to take time, but you’ll be all right. Just don’t be too hard on yourself.”
    Josie blinked, looked at her appreciatively. “You sound like you’ve been there.”
    Kate nodded and stood. To talk about it would tighten her throat more, and she refused to show any further weakness. Her lower back burned and she fought the urge to rub it, instead saying her good-byes to