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rocket scientist was equipped to handle the woo-woo girl who had visions of murders dancing in her head? Had she sent him because she knew he’d be the skeptical voice of reason and logic, or just because his boss loved nothing more than finding the chink in the armor of every Bullet Catcher?
    Lucy may have been in a bind to staff this assignment, but she never did anything arbitrarily.
    He pulled out his cell phone. It was after midnight on the East Coast, but of course Lucy answered on the first ring. “Chase? Are you in L.A.?”
    “I am,” he confirmed. “And with the principal.”
    “How is she?”
    Theatrical. Beautiful. Nuts. “Interesting.”
    “I’ve known Ari for a few years,” Lucy said with a soft laugh. “It’s impossible not to like her, isn’t it?”
    Oh, he liked her. From the tangle of copper curls right down to her pink-tipped toes and every curve in between, she was imminently likable. “She’s certainly…lively,” he said vaguely, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she was still in the bathroom.
    Did Lucy, a former CIA agent who ran one of the best security and protection firms in the world, buy into clairvoyants? “Luce, did she tell you that she’s worried about more than just threatening e-mails?”
    Lucy was quiet before she answered. “Yes, she did.”
    But, being Lucy, she had let her Bullet Catcher get the pertinent information on his own. That was a hallmark of her style and they all knew it. “I’m interested in what you think about it,” he said. “And how her…concerns impact what we’re doing here.” If they impacted what he was doing here.
    “I think she has powerful intuition and I suggest we listen to it.”
    He raked his hands through his hair. Intuition wasn’t clairvoyance, that was just a hunch. A guess—exactly as he had suspected. “How much did you tell her about me?”
    “You? Nothing. I wasn’t even sure you were going on this job until late last night, when I talked to Max. I’ve been in meetings all day.”
    Maybe Max Roper, the head of the West Coast operations, divulged the background info. “Did he talk to her?”
    “No, I’ve handled this one directly. Why?”
    “You knew I’d be skeptical of what she says she does, so I’m curious why you sent a scientist for a job that requires someone willing to suspend disbelief in order to help the principal.”
    He could have sworn Lucy chuckled. “Don’t suspend anything, Chase. I’m sure a little skepticism is as healthy as a clear head on the job. Just do what you are supposed to do.”
    He got the message. “All right, Luce. Can you trace some e-mails for me?”
    “Of course. Forward the e-mails to me and I’ll get an investigator on it first thing tomorrow morning. Anything else?”
    “That’s it for now. But you’re sure no one gave her my name or background before I arrived?”
    She laughed a little. “Absolutely. Just go with the flow, Chase. You might be pleasantly surprised.”
    In his experience, surprises were rarely pleasant. Chase clicked off the call, staring at the phone until a soft scent told him she’d made a soundless entrance back into the sitting area.
    “What is it going to take for you to believe I’m for real?” she asked.
    “What I believe isn’t important,” he said, standing to look at her.
    She grabbed a white hooded sweatshirt from the back of a chair and put it on. “Yes, it is. If you don’t believe me, you can’t help me figure out who in that studio is a killer.”
    He folded the e-mails into a crisp, clean square and tucked them in his jacket pocket. “I can help you figure out who sent the threats. And we’ll start by investigating the source.”
    She scooped up a backpack and then flung it, unzipped over her shoulder. “I know how to make you believe.”
    Ignoring the comment, he opened the trailer door to the lot that had grown deserted, holding a hand behind him to keep her back as he scanned the area.
    “I’ll just have to figure