CHAPTER TEN
The sudden flash of steel almost made Carly jerk her hand away from the dead woman’s eyelids.
Steady, she told herself, as she struggled with the whirl of images churning through her head.
Stay calm.
Stay on your feet.
Try to bring it under control.
Just a moment before, she’d been afraid she was too tired to make a strong connection. But it was precisely because she was so tired that her conscious mind was weakened and unwary.
Something deeper than ordinary consciousness was coming over her.
She took a long, slow breath and closed her eyes and gathered her wits about her.
Then it came to her—that flash of steel was a knife blade directly in front of her chest. She was reliving the murder as Gentry had experienced it, first with surprise and incomprehension …
Before h
