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reading
everyone’s thoughts? Even worse, she offered her skills to dig into the
thoughts of victims and killers. He was starting to feel protective and that
worried him.
    “Don’t get so involved. She can
read your mind,” he thought. “She’s not someone you want to start worrying
about. It’s not your job,” he shouted in his head. Glancing back at Whitney,
seeing the tears and rigid posture, Nick realized his own self talk was like
screaming at her.
    “Sorry. It’s okay Whitney. I’ll
try to stay out of the way. Just let me know what you need.”
    She just nodded and got out of
the Mustang. Nick followed her into the dim room.
    “This is the best the FBI can
do? This place is a dump.”
    “I just like out of the way
places. Sarah booked it. I think she wanted to make sure we were away from the
station, and the agents.”
    “Look, since we’re stuck
together for a while, and it’s not exactly cheerful in there, what do you say
we head to my place for the afternoon? It’s closer to the station, but in a
quiet little neighborhood. I live out in the country. Well, the desert.”
    “I don’t know. I feel like a
big pain in the butt already. I don’t want to be a problem, but maybe you would
feel more comfortable there. I guess you could keep yourself more occupied at
home than in this little room.” She thought for a minute and finally agreed it
was the best choice.
    Nick called the station to
leave a message for Teddy, and headed down 10 East. He had a little place in
the town of Gilbert. The house was a little run down, but he liked it because
it had the same kind of siding you find out east. No stucco for him. He saw too
much of it every day. And it came with five acres of land. The past owners had
a horse, but Nick didn’t even have a dog. He did have a big friendly mutt that
liked to visit him from down the road. Nick let him visit because he was a good
alarm when rattlesnakes were around. The dog spent most of his time searching
for snakes with his nose to the ground. He loved the chase and when he finally
had one cornered, he would bark up a storm. Nick was waiting for the day when a
snake would get tired of all that noise and sink it’s fangs in the mutt. So
far, the dog always won.
    The dog barked and jumped when
Nick stepped out of the car. “He won’t hurt you. He’s from down the street but
I think he likes my house better. Maybe it’s all the bones I give him. But you
probably already know that. Can you read his mind?”
    “No. I can’t. Very funny.
Animals don’t have the same kind of thought patterns. Thank goodness. I don’t
believe I’d want to know what they think about all day.”
    She grabbed the laptop and
other bags in the back of the car. He reached around and took the heaviest bag
out of her hands. When his hand touched hers she jumped and pulled back. Nick
stopped and looked at her for an explanation, but she just turned away and
clutched the laptop to her chest.
    “The house is great.” Whitney
wasn’t interested in explanations, but she didn’t want to offend him. “It’s
very peaceful here. I really do appreciate it.”
    They stepped inside and Nick led
her through the house. The whole place had a rustic look. Large pine beams ran
up the vaulted ceiling. The living room had large windows that looked out over
the desert scenery. There was an old brown recliner sitting by the picture
window, and a worn couch sitting on the other side of the room. The floors were
hardwood, and he had thrown a pretty gray rug in the middle of the room.
    They walked through the neatly
organized kitchen and out into a large, glassed in porch.
    “Hope this works for you. It’s
right near the kitchen. The bathroom’s over there and there’s a small table
right next to the couch. Make yourself comfy. I’m going to go upstairs and
change. If you don’t need me right away, I may I lay down for a nap. Maybe I’ll
wake up and the world will be back to normal.”
    She smiled at him and