Even without Charlie"s directions, John knew exactly where Scarlet was. In the past he"d ignored this piece of himself—it represented a history he didn"t want to think about—but now it would be his advantage. He knew, if he could sense her, there was a possibility she could sense him too. It didn"t matter. He had no intention of hiding from her. He took the steps casually, making sure his brother would have all the time he needed.
A scratched, faded sign marked the surveillance room. The door was ajar. John removed his jacket and dropped it in the corridor. He clicked away the tightness in his neck and shoulders. The movement seemed to dampen the other sounds in the building until all that remained was his pulse. A steady beat. Daa dum. Daa dum.
If he closed his eyes he was back in the I
