Tuesday, June 11th
The next night, Michael picked Patrick up and listened while he explained why Jorick had moved. He didn't interrupt, only stared straight ahead, as if taking his eyes off the road would kill them. When Patrick took a breath, ready to switch to the topic of the proposed kidnapping, Michael asked nervously, "How, uh, how does Troy know about your girlfriend? Did he say?"
Patrick blew a puff of smoke toward the open window. It was sucked outside, struggling and writhing, like a snake in a vacuum cleaner. "Troy can read minds!"
Michael's laugh was high pitched and tinny. "Oh, right."
A sudden, nonspecific suspicion throbbed through Patrick. "Why? How else would he find out?"
"I don't know." Michael steered the car through the familiar iron gates of the manor and parked
