Chapter 9
I sing the song that mermaids sing;
Of dwarves and men and power in rings,
Of unicorns and foggy morns
And the minds that yield these things,
— From An Ode to Childhood, Annalise Phenix
[SciTech Apartment Complex - Paris, France — Dana]
I sat at the small desk in my apartment and reviewed the files Thomas had sent. Checking a few facts on the computer, I leaned back and stared at the ceiling. Plain. White. Boring.
Completely unlike the mystery I’d been asked to solve. Thomas must be trying to train me as a psychic, not a psionic. I couldn’t see how I was supposed to solve this crime by reading someone’s emotions.
The files contained a series of kidnappings. Each involved a small plane that vanished off radar. They hadn’t crashed. The planes were sometimes found in salvag
