Chapter Seventeen
I ride the wave of Chrissy’s memories like a novice surfer. Everything she sees, hears, smells, thinks jumbles together, threatening to overwhelm me. I use all of Gina’s training, all my mental resources to keep my own thoughts and perceptions separate from Chrissy’s. It’s like trying to breathe when someone’s pushing your face underwater.
Her nervous tension, her disgust, her worry, all pack powerful punches. This girl feels things on a level I’ve never experienced during a flash before, except possibly when I relived Sarah’s death. Chrissy’s shock at seeing Brian Ingram’s life snuffed out before her eyes, her terror as she contemplated her own murder feels like knives stabbing me in the brain. I need to remember that these are her memories and keep them separate from
