Kendra said, "He didn't mean that the way it sounded."

Quentin lifted his brows. "How did it sound?"

"Arrogant," she explained. "We've only been here a few days, and we're claiming to have as much info as the cops who've been on the case for months. Use your head, Quentin."

"You're a lot more fun when you're typing something," he told her.

"And you wouldn't rattle on like this if you didn't have a dozen cups of coffee in your system. I keep telling you, caffeine is not your friend."

"I am not wired."

"Want me to point out how many times you paced the length of the table while you talked?"

John said, "Ignore the byplay. Apparently, it's their way of working together."

"Yeah, I got that," Maggie said. She was sitting at the far end of the conference table near the windows, chin in hand. "But could we call a truce, guys? Andy wants John and me back at the station this afternoon, and it'd be nice if I got all this clear in my mind so I'll have my story straight just in case any awkward little questions come up."

Quentin grinned at her. "Walking both sides of the street beginning to bug you?"

"Let's just say I'd feel a lot happier if Andy, at least, was in on this parallel investigation of ours. For one thing-" She broke off, wondering irritably if she had any hope at all of keeping things straight.

"For one thing," John finished calmly, "he and his detectives do have-or think they have-something new. Something he's told neither you nor me."

Maggie looked at him. "So you caught that?"

"For a cop, Andy has a very readable face. Either that, or he wanted both of us to guess there was something and press him to find out what it is."

She thought about it, then nodded slowly. "Maybe. Without Luke Drummond holding him on a leash, I think Andy would use just about any resource he could get his hands on to cage this animal."

Quentin said, "So given his druthers, he'd grant you two complete access?"

"I think so, yeah. As a matter of fact, I don't think he'd have too much of a problem with a couple of FBI agents working quietly behind the scenes to help."

"He wouldn't think we were stepping on his toes?"

Maggie shook her head immediately. "Not Andy. Unlike Drummond, Andy's not the least bit political, and he doesn't give a damn who breaks a case or gets the credit for it, just as long as the bad guys get put away. He's a cop to his bones."

"The best kind," Quentin said.

"Yeah. Which is why I don't think he'd protest too much if he found out about you two. With Drummond breathing down his neck and hell-bent not to call in outside help, the fact that you guys are here unofficially is all to the good, as far as Andy's concerned."

John said, "And if Drummond does somehow find out, I'll take the flak. He's already pissed at my interference, and today's newspapers won't make him any happier. I might as well make him good and mad while I'm at it. He can get royally pissed at me for acting without authority and he won't have to blame any of his people for going behind his back."

Quentin glanced at his partner, then said to John, "It's up to you two, of course, but if this detective is likely to be open to our involvement, we say let's tell him. In all honesty we'd prefer at least one cop on the inside and in a position of authority to know we're involved. It would certainly make sharing information easier and more profitable-and it'll undoubtedly make our little jaunt out here more palatable to Bishop."

Maggie frowned slightly. "Bishop?"

"Our boss," Quentin explained. "Bishop leads our unit at Quantico."

If anything, Maggie's frown deepened. She studied Quentin for a moment, then turned her gaze to Kendra. Abruptly, she asked, "You wouldn't happen to be psychic too, would you?"

Without a blink or a hesitation, Kendra said, "What I am we usually term 'adept,' used more to mean skilled than expert. I'm very mildly telepathic, but I tend to be able to pick up more from objects than people."

"And this unit of yours is entirely made up of… adepts?"

Quentin also didn't hesitate. "More or less. We have some support people who barely qualify as adepts, but most of the field agents are. Varying abilities and strengths. We use our abilities as just another tool to investigate crimes. Needless to say, it's something we generally keep quiet about, at least publicly."

Kendra murmured, "You understand why, of course."

Maggie smiled. "Oh, of course. It's not exactly something the Bureau would want to advertise, especially with its other public-relations nightmares of recent years."

"Exactly."

"And then there's the whole believability factor. Telepathy? Precognition? Not what they usually teach in Criminal Investigation Techniques 101. You're not just using unscientific methods, you're practically out in the ether."

Quentin grinned. "Sometimes even further out. One day I'll have to introduce you to a young medium we know-who talks to the dead."

"I can hardly wait."

"She's convincing, believe me. But for now, yes, traditional cops tend to frown on what they don't understand, even with a solid success record like ours. So even though we're billed as using 'unconventional investigative methods,' we tend to stick to traditional police work as much as possible."

"Mmm. So you generally pretend to be conventional agents with… a few lucky breaks and a little intuition? I'll bet you guys have a hell of a time coming up with reasonable explanations for how you know the things you know."

"It can be challenging," Quentin admitted.

"Yes, I imagine it can. And you're letting me in on it because I am-presumably-psychic as well?"

"We wanted all our cards on the table," Kendra said. "In our experience, psychics outside our unit become much more comfortable working with us once they understand that we understand what they've been going through."

Maggie glanced at John, who was expressionless, then lifted a brow at Kendra. "And do you understand?"

"Frankly, you're a bit outside even our experience, Maggie. We have an empath in the unit, but he's nothing like as strong as you seem to be."

"Or as… uniquely focused," Quentin added. "Is it only violent experiences you pick up on?"

Unlike the two of them, Maggie did hesitate before replying, but finally shrugged and said, "That's strongest, maybe because that's where I've had to concentrate all these years. Places where violent events have happened, people who've experienced trauma and violence. I can usually sense other emotions when I try, but more dimly, and they don't… affect me… the way violence and pain do."

Matter-of-fact but not without sympathy, Quentin said, "Not only is there actual pain and all the traumatic emotions, but it drains you just the way it would if the event had actually happened to you."

She nodded. "Sometimes I just get a little tired, but other times I seem to need to sleep ten or twelve hours before I feel normal again."

"And it's all the senses, isn't it? You feel what they did, see what they did, smell what they did-everything."

Again, Maggie nodded, very conscious now of John's silent attention. He'd told her that Andy had confirmed what she had picked up at the Mitchell house the previous day, but he hadn't said whether the confirmation made any difference to him. And in the presence of the two agents she was guarding herself, so she had no idea what he was feeling.

Kendra said, "It's the same when you bond with victims? When they relive what happened to them?"

"More or less. Sometimes their own minds have… dulled the sharp edges of the pain, and it isn't so intense. Other times their emotions nearly overwhelm me, and I can barely concentrate to ask them questions or listen to their answers." She drew a breath. "Not a lot of fun."

Deliberately, Quentin asked, "So why do you do it? Why do you put yourself through that kind of ordeal, Maggie?"