“I am going to be entirely neutral,” he said. “Now, put on your blindfold.”
Audrey hesitated, then picked up the blindfold — really, just one of those satin sleeping masks you could get at Bed, Bath, and Beyond — and fastened it around her head. A small amount of light seeped through, but she definitely couldn’t see Michael or his expression, which was the important thing. Early tests of this kind had been tainted by the subject maintaining eye contact with the test-giver, and many of the positive results had really been due to nothing more than the sorts of nonverbal tells that magicians and fortune tellers had been relying on for centuries.
“Ready,” she told him.
A soft rustle seemed to indicate he was shuffling the cards again. Then she heard his voice — really, a nice voice, not par
