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of the positive," Pamela said, her dark eyes melting with concern.
"Maybe this piece will alert someone who's seen her...like happens with
that missing persons program."
    "I hope
so. I'd be thankful for anything that'd bring her back."
    Tyler only
hoped the producers of the tabloid show wouldn't continue to follow up certain
nuances of the story...like an investigation into Cheryl's mother's death...
    "Listen,
Ty," Brock said, his agitation clearly growing. "I'm sorry this is
all hitting you at the same time, but you're going to have to deal with my
wanting out. Soon."
    Realizing
commercial filled the screen, Tyler shut off the television. "We'll talk
about it after Cheryl is safe." The look he gave his partner pleaded with
him not to object.
    Square jaw
tightening, bobbing his head in agreement, Brock turned toward the door.
    "You can
leave, as well, Pamela," Tyler told her, feeling the need to be alone for
a while so he could brood in solitude.
    His assistant
backed off, but said, "There's a woman who's been waiting to see you. A
Keelin McKenna."
    Envisioning a
cloud of auburn hair and clear gray eyes, Tyler muttered, "She's still
here? Get rid of her. Nicely, of course."
    "You will
not be rid of me just yet," came a soft lilting return from the doorway.
    Tyler started
as the Irishwoman entered his office uninvited. "Now see here–"
    "You just
said that you would be thankful for anything that might help bring back your
daughter."
    His gut
tensed. "What about Cheryl?"
    "Uh, I
have some work to do," Pamela said, making her exit. "I'll just leave
you two alone."
    The door
closed and Tyler stared at Miss Keelin McKenna. "I'm waiting."
    "A
seat?" she murmured as if he'd offered her one. "Why, yes, thank
you." Then she crossed to the couch and three upholstered chairs set
around a heavy coffee table.
    "So sit
already and spill." When her forehead creased as if in puzzlement, he
said, "Talk. What do you know about my daughter's whereabouts?"
    She sank into
one of the chairs. "I wish I could tell you where to find her."
    "So you
don't know, after all." He stalked her, towered over her, hoped to
intimidate her into the truth. "Then why are you wasting my time?"
    "Because
I might be able to help puzzle it out."
    Tyler narrowed
his gaze on the woman. His antennae went on alert and rightly so. He wasn't a
man who suffered fools easily. And he was used to people coming to him with
hair-brained schemes in hopes of separating him from some of his money.
    "So how
much do you want? For your help?"
    She shook her
head. "I have no interest in monetary payment, Mr. Leighton."
    "What,
then?"
    "My
reasons are personal."
    "And
obviously you aren't going to share."
    If he thought
he could goad her into slipping, he was wrong. Her gaze steady, she waited. For
his permission to continue? He sat and gestured for her to go on.
    Keelin took a deep
breath. "I have rather unusual dreams. Not dreams, really. More like
visions that come to me while I sleep." Her tongue darted to wet her lips
as if she were having trouble getting the words out. "I see through other
people's eyes...know their thoughts...like I'm inside their heads."
    Great. A kook.
Any hope he might have had dashed, Tyler indicated the door. "You're
wasting my time."
    She didn't
budge. "I've seen through your daughter's eyes twice, Mr. Leighton. First
when she ran away and–"
    "Cheryl
didn't have any reason to run away!"
    She continued,
"And the second time when someone found her."
    The skin at
the back of Tyler's neck crawled. What was wrong with him. He didn't believe in
E.S.P. or whatever this was supposed to be. He didn't believe her and a story that was too
preposterous for words.
    "Look,
you've got the wrong man. Give up on it."
    "You live
in a huge home on the lake and opposite a ravine," she went on calmly, as
if he hadn't spoken.
    "Which
you undoubtedly saw in a news clip."
    "Your
daughter's bedroom overlooks the water." Her expression turned inward as
if she were remembering. When