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her disheveled black hair.
    Brian walked over to her and she stepped back. “Last time he didn’t know you were getting involved. It caught him off guard. This time he’s planned the game with you in mind.”
    “What if I won’t do it?” With her grandchild’s life at stake, she wanted nothing to do with the sicko’s game playing.
    “I don’t think that’s going to be an option.”
    A shudder ran through her.
    “As I said, I’m worried about you.” Moving closer, he reached out to stroke her cheek. Without meaning to, she leaned into his touch, then quickly backed away.
    “No, you don’t. I fell for your charm once before and found my name smeared all over the front page.”
    He remained silent, his green eyes studying her. Then he said, “You can’t deny your psychic ability.”
    “Let’s not go down that road.”
    “You’ve attempted to shut it out since childhood, only allowing it to blossom while working with Ray.”
    “And we both know that was a mistake,” she replied.
    “You’re having visions about this case. You can’t run away. Your mind won’t let you.”
    She shook her head. “I won’t do it again.”
    “You can’t let a child die if you can help save her.”
    “It’s better if I stay out of it. My fuzzy visions will confuse the police.” And my grandchild will be killed.
    “You don’t know that. Because of what you saw last time the police almost nabbed the bastard. I know you can do it. Focus hard on every vision you receive. Write down every detail and give your notes to the police.”
    “We already discussed this on the phone. I told you no then and I’m telling you no now.”
    “But that was before we learned the kidnapper is coming here with the child.”
    And before she knew the identity of the victim. Why bring this particular little girl to Vegas? A horrifying thought struck. Did he know Polly was her granddaughter? Was that part of his sick desire to taunt her, threaten her? But how could he possibly know?
    “There’s no choice. Not if you’re experiencing visions.”
    “I can choose to ignore them.” But could she?
    He headed toward the kitchen. “I need coffee and we need to talk this through.”
    “I don’t need coffee, and I’m through talking,” she called out. Hearing cupboard doors banging, she marched into the kitchen. Damn, the man could be stubborn.
    He looked at her for a minute and grinned. “I’ve missed you.”
    Ignoring his seductive grin, she glared at him. No, he wouldn’t charm his way back into her life. His article about her turned her life into hell, and she wasn’t about to go through that again. Strangers called her a witch. Because of all the bad publicity centering on the tabloid piece she’d been fired from her accounting job.
    “Okay, no coffee. Did I tell you that before San Diego, I worked as a reporter here in Vegas?”
    “No, you didn’t, nor do I care.” Her words were tinged with sarcasm.
    “There’s a friend who’s a Metro cop. I’m going to talk to him about you.”
    “Without checking with me first? Dammit, Brian.” She shook her head. “You don’t understand my need for privacy, do you?”
    He ignored her question. “You can work with him.”
    “How many times do I need to tell you I’m out of the psychic business? Let the authorities work this one without me.”
    Someone knocked on her door. “Who now?” she muttered going to answer it. “I feel like I’m in Grand Central Station.”
    “Angie, are you talking to yourself in there?”
    “Rita.” She opened the door and blinked against the early morning sunlight and the tropical blaze of color. Her red-headed next door neighbor always boasted that brighter was better. Today she sported an off-the-shoulder silk poncho dripping in yellow hibiscus paired with bright yellow, tight-fitting Capris.
    “I’m going to the store and wondered if you—” She stopped mid-sentence and stared at Brian who now stood next to Angie in the doorway. Bright