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you’ll go join him and Jilly?”
    “Not a snowball’s chance in hell.” He looked around the little station and grimaced. “That’s not much of a chance at all, sweetheart.”
    “I figured.” Leaning back in her seat, she pulled out her phone and checked email. There was a short one from Jones. She’d tagged him as soon as the call came in from Oz. He didn’t have a lot of information on this place, other than what she’d already put together in her short search. But he did say that the minute he mentioned the place, one of his precogs had told him bad vibes .
    That already told her more than enough.
    Driving through the town had cemented that feeling.
    She shot Jones a quick message.
    I think one of Oz’s people is in trouble here. I’m not sure what I’m picking up on but there’s trouble. Be advised.
    He sent her back another message.
    I’m already digging. Let me know when you need me.
    Not if . When .
    A few seconds later, another message popped up. Stay in touch. If I don’t hear from you every day, I’m sending people down.
    Then she stood and strode over to the counter. She was just about fed up with waiting in Hell.

Chapter Four
    “Well?”
    Biff jutted his chin up in the air and continued to glare at Jay.
    Although he really hated the idea of Biff getting anything he wanted, Linc kind of wanted her to answer that question. Just how did she know any federal agents? She did online security consults. Maybe she’d met somebody through work?
    A sly smile curved her lips as she rested her elbows against the bars, eyeing Biff. Her gaze was one of acute dislike, and disdain all but dripped from her words as she said, “You know, I don’t think I really have to answer that.”
    Out in the main part of the station, voices rose.
    Jay turned her head and that smile on her face turned into an outright grin.
    Linc caught the tail end of the conversation.
    “I’m afraid I can’t let you back there, Agent—”
    Those words, clear as a bell, came from the front and Biff went quiet as a woman’s voice cut in.
    “Yes, you can. And you will.”
    Linc shot a look at Jay.
    She had a lazy smile on her face and a glint in her eyes.
    What. The. Hell.
     
     
    Jay hated when she had to let another in her mind.
    But she understood necessity.
    When she felt the soft brush against her thoughts, she allowed it. “ If there’s anything you can do to make this easier, do it. Right now, I don’t have a legal reason so help me out.”
    The woman’s mental “voice” was smooth, controlled and unfamiliar, sliding through Jay’s mind, barely creating a ripple. The control relaxed her a little. Working with an unfamiliar psychic could be hell, but this woman had control and that made it easier.
    Her ability to project was shit, but it wouldn’t matter. This woman would pick up, she could already tell. She just let herself think in actual words, the way she would if she were going to speak. The woman’s abilities would do the rest.
    “I acted in self-defense—there couldn’t be a more clear-cut case, but they still brought me here. They never read me my rights. They gave me no legit reasons for keeping me here. I wasn’t given a phone call.
    “They never gave me a chance to call my lawyer, although they were given the impression that I’d already called so they may dance around that.
    “I don’t know if they plan on keeping me overnight or not, but I haven’t been offered so much as a glass of water and the sink in my cell is broken. I’ve been offered no meal.
    “The guy I was brought in with? They never read him his rights. He wasn’t given a phone call.”
    A few seconds of silence passed and then the woman spoke again. Her voice was tinged with heat as she replied, “Oh, I think I can work with that.”
    “Was the prisoner given a chance to speak with her lawyer?” the woman demanded, her voice carrying down the hall. “Be very careful how you answer that question because I can and will find out