7
Psychic Text Messaging
Boone gave the bedrooms and bathroom a cursory search and showed no lingering interest in any of the rooms. When he passed through the bedroom Akira was using as an office, I pointed to the laptop on the desk, and Alex collected it.
Boone finished his search of the small house with a second trip around the living room, the only room where I’d felt a deep sense of discomfort.
I hesitated in the hallway leading to the living room. “Is it possible for an event to leave a psychic impression on a room?”
Alex, several feet ahead of me, stopped and pivoted around to face me. “Why do you ask?”
But he looked like he knew, so I crossed my arms and waited.
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Don’t tell me,” I said, “it’s like the precognition enhancement that you swear doesn’t exist. Rum
