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That injection will make you sleep. When you wake up, the headache should be gone. But if the headache worsens or you have new symptoms, you must call me.”
    “I will,” she promised.
    “And I think you should have a CT scan. Just to rule out anything dangerous.”
    “I hate tests,” she groaned. “But I’ve had them already. The neurologist didn’t find anything like a tumor in the scans. He said it’s migraine without a specific cause.”
    “Do you mind if I contact him?” he asked. “I know we’ve only just met...”
    She smiled. “I don’t mind at all.” It was very nice having a doctor who didn’t feel that she and Clara were “peculiar.” “I’ll write his number down for you.” She did, on a piece of paper, and handed it to him. He slipped it into his jacket pocket.
    He patted her on the shoulder. “When you’re better, I’d like to talk to you about this gift of yours. When I was in college, I did several courses of anthropology. I still audit courses on the internet, to keep up with what’s going on in the field. Every community since recorded history has had people with unusual gifts.”
    “Really?” she asked.
    He nodded. “As for psychic gifts, the government once had an entire unit of what were called ‘remote viewers.’ They were used to spy on other countries. Quite successfully at times,” he explained.
    “I’d like to hear more about that,” she said, becoming drowsy.
    “All in good time. If your headache isn’t better when you wake up, call me.” He pulled out a business card and put it on her bedside table. “My cell phone number is on there. Use it. I never answer the landline phone if I can help it. Only a handful of people know the other.”
    “That’s so kind of you.”
    He shrugged. “I loved medicine. I still do. I just hate all the nitpicky rules that have reduced it to red tape with pharmaceuticals mixed in.”
    “Thank you.”
    “My pleasure.”
    He left the room, pausing to speak to Clara. Tank smoothed back Merissa’s soft hair. “I’ll talk to you again, when you’re not in such bad shape,” he said with a gentle smile. “I hope you get better very soon.”
    She caught his hand. “Thank you. For everything.”
    He bent impulsively and kissed her forehead. “You’re easy to take care of,” he said softly.
    “You came to see me. What about?” she wondered.
    “You knew I was coming.”
    “Yes. I felt it.”
    He drew in a breath. “I talked to the sheriff in Texas. We both remember a man who seemed to have more than one face...”
    She sat straight up in bed. “That’s it! That’s it!”
    He thought she was having a reaction to the medicine. “Are you all right?” he asked worriedly, coaxing her to lie back down.
    “I kept seeing a man sitting at a dressing table, trying on wigs,” she blurted out in a rush. “I didn’t know what it meant. Now I do. The man who’s after you, that’s him!”
    He felt cold chills down his backbone. “Your mother said you think he’s coming here.”
    “Yes. Soon.” She held his hand. “You must be very, very careful,” she said, her face drawn. “Promise me.”
    Her concern made him feel warm inside, as if he were sitting in front of a cozy fire with a cup of hot chocolate. “I promise.”
    She sighed and closed her eyes. “I’m very sleepy.”
    “Rest is the best thing for you. I’ll come back another time.”
    She smiled. “That would be...very nice.”
    He got up. She was already asleep.
    A man sitting at a dressing table, trying on wigs. At least now, thanks to her, he had some idea of what might be coming his way. He would have to take precautions, and soon. He looked down at the sleeping woman with odd, possessive feelings. He wasn’t psychic, but he knew that she was going to play an important part in his life.

CHAPTER THREE
    T ANK   PAUSED   TO   talk to Clara and the doctor when he left Merissa’s room.
    “She’s asleep,” he told them.
    Clara smiled. “I’m so glad.