She turned to look at him, but her gaze was blank, lacking recognition, as if she were in a trance or as if she was a stranger who simply looked identical to his daughter.
“Sarah,” he said again, hearing the beseeching tremor in his voice. She continued to look at him without any emotion, as implacable as a robot, and he realized she must be drugged or in a trance.
“What do you want?” he asked Jessica.
“John, you’ve always been so terribly intuitive. You know what we want.”
“Well, I presume from the way those two men acted in the airport that you want me dead.”
Jessica smiled at him. “See, I told you that you would get
it.”
“If you want me dead, why even bother with this séance?
Why not just kill me?”
He caught the sideways glance Jessica shared with the man who sat beside her.
