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Any hope that Anna had of finding some kind of rhythm in the telepath's attacks was dashed the instant she read the information that she had compiled from the victims. The names of each victim along with the time and date of each incident were listed on a screen of SmartGlass with each record colour-coded so she could easily keep track of who was who.
Orange, purple, red, blue, orange, green, purple, turquoise, yellow: on and on it went with no discernible pattern. So, the telepath wasn't attacking these people in any specific order.
“It's no good,” Anna said, shaking her head. “There's nothing here.”
When she turned, half a dozen uniformed officers along with Detective Tremana filled the bullpen, all watching the screen with just as much intensity. Maybe one of them would see a patt
