“Yes and no.” Lyle looked into the mirror and rubbed his face. He looked like hell: worry, tension, confusion were all etched into his face. It made him look twenty years older than he should have. “We…hung out a bit. I already knew he was a bit too crazy to spend much time with, though. And you’re the psychic Arius was referring when he spoke to Mary last night.”
It wasn’t a question and Lyle didn’t phrase it as such. He had no doubt it was fact.
“Yes.”
“What did he want you for?”
Lyle watched Rafe’s reflection as Rafe shook his head. “I don’t know. I couldn’t get a read of that. He kept asking me to prove what I could do—to tell him what color he was thinking about, or what number, or where he’d just come from. Sometimes I knew, but not all the time. It’s the sleeping, see. I do it w
