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want them to have to deal with the blood and craziness. Some of that’s selfishness, because I need the break spending time with them offers. Most of it’s that I just don’t want them to have to deal with the crap I do.
    Mr. Whitehaven smiled briefly. “Do you have any questions about the document?”
    I did. “Why did Ginger come to you for that? Is it really a standard thing?”
    “Yes, it is.” The chair creaked when he shifted slightly. “There are people among us who are trusted to keep various records. I’m one of them, and someone sympathetic to her wishes referred her to me.”
    “Oh.”
    “It’s a tradition from before the Melding, to avoid vendettas,” he said. “We simply added notarizing since humans place trust in it.”
    Made sense. I nodded. “Okay.”
    “While I don’t wish to pry, it appears that recently, you’re having fewer episodes.”
    “Being busy helps.” Between work, the still-new relationship with Nick, and having Leglin as a roommate, I had less time to sit around and just think about stuff. Or rather, try not to think about stuff and have it fight back by flooding my brain.
    He nodded and rose from the chair. “Remember I’m available when you feel the need to talk, Discordia.”
    “I will. Thanks, boss.” We smiled at each other as warm fuzzies attacked my insides. I really do have a great support system, and count myself lucky because of it.
    Whitehaven left, and I pulled out the file for my other case. I never know what might trigger my tracking ability, though questions seem to be in the Top Twenty list of things that wake it up.
    At least, when they’re the right questions.
     

SIX
     
    The right questions didn’t show themselves. Nick and I left the office early for lunch, in order to make our daily stop by the pound. He parked across the street and went inside with a photo of the Chihuahua while I waited.
    Once had been enough of a visit for me, but Miss Headley’s work hours made it difficult for her to check daily before closing time. She worked as a dental hygienist and her boss wasn’t exactly an animal lover. Nick didn’t enjoy the task because the dogs reacted badly to his presence, barking, snarling, and howling.
    After seeing what a concentrated doggy dose of frantic hope, fear, and despair did to me, he’d said he would do the daily check. I let him handle it, willing to compromise between his need to protect and my need to prove I could take care of myself. It’s not like he’d be physically hurt doing it, as he could be in other situations.
    Mr. Whitehaven hired him specifically to protect me, and that was the one real problem in my relationship with Nick. When your job involves bad guys in any way, there’s always a risk of injury.
    I can’t cut and run every time things get a little hairy, and really, what kind of person would I be to run out on someone I care about every time things get ugly when I have the abilities I do?
    Answer: Not the kind of person I wanted to be.
    Nick returned, shaking his head. “No sign of her.”
    He handed me the photo, and I tucked it into the glove box. “I guess lunch and then the station.”
    “Are you sure you want to eat before?”
    “Yeah.” Food is fuel, and using my abilities takes energy. Ergo, a well-fed and -rested psychic is a well-armed psychic.
    We decided on Indian food for lunch. Nick hadn’t tried many different types of cuisines before we met, and when I’d learned that, I made it a mission to introduce him to every sort of food I could think of.
    “Spicy.” He gasped the word out, his eyes watering. I pushed his ice water closer, and grinned as he lifted it for a huge swallow.
    “Too spicy?”
    Nick shook his head. “No, I like it.”
    I tried not to laugh as he took another large bite, more tears appearing in his eyes. He ate every bit of his curry, and drank five glasses of ice water to accomplish it. You had to admire a guy who finished the job at hand, no matter how painful it