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As he sat in a police cruiser that rolled smoothly through the suburban streets of Telsaran, Rajel found himself feeling a little self-conscious. There were times when he wished that a Nassai's sense of spatial awareness could penetrate solid objects. Any other Keeper would be able to look out a window and see what was going on outside the car, but Rajel sensed only a flat pane of glass. The telepath could be walking up the sidewalk, and he would never know.
Rajel sat with hands on his knees, at the dashboard in front of him. “We're never going to find him this way,” he said, shaking his head. “You know we're out of ideas when we start randomly patrolling the streets.”
Next to him, Cassiara had her hands folded over her stomach. She almost seemed nervous, which was very unlike her. “
