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life.
    “Wow, that’s great,” Quinn commented.
    Amaury needed to terminate the chit-chat.
    “Have you put together a strategy, Gabriel? What’s your plan?” Action was a good way to get his mind onto other things.
    “I called Ricky from the plane. First, we’ll hold a staff meeting. We’ll keep in the background and let Ricky run it, but we’ll be using our powers to scan their minds. Basically, it’s you and me, Amaury. I’ll try to unlock their memories and go through them to find anything useful, and you’ll get to their emotions and find out what they are thinking,” Gabriel explained.
    Amaury shifted in his seat. He saw a major headache approaching, literally and figuratively.
    “There’s a big difference between thinking and feeling,” Amaury pushed back. “You know as well as I do that I can’t read people’s minds. Sure, I can figure out roughly what they might be thinking based on what their emotional state is, but it’s in no way reliable or detailed. Your gift is much more precise. Maybe we should just rely on yours.”
    Amaury was so used to sensing emotions that his brain had started translating them into thoughts for him, but he had no idea if his brain was doing a good job or not.
    “No, we need you for this,” Gabriel protested.
    The sound in Gabriel’s voice told Amaury that he wouldn’t be let off the hook. And right now, he was too tired for a verbal fight which he wasn’t sure he would win at the best of times. “We’re talking several hundred people here. We can’t do it all in one session.” There was no way he could take in that many emotions all at once. The pain would be excruciating.
    “We’ll break them up into smaller groups. How many can you handle at one time?”
    Preferably one at a time.
     “Twenty-five, maybe.” He would never risk being seen as a wimp. “How about you?”
    “Twenty-five will be just fine. I’ll instruct Ricky. We can’t get all of them together at the same time anyway. We’ll have a few busy nights ahead of us.”
    Amaury realized Gabriel was right—those would be busy nights. There wouldn’t be much time to hunt for a fresh meal or get enough sex to keep his pain at bay. He would have to find time to sneak away, otherwise things would get dicey for him. Anywhere close to forty-eight hours without sex and he’d start climbing the walls.
    “What will the others do?”
    “I’ll be at the staff meetings with you and Gabriel,” Yvette responded. Amaury raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. He caught Gabriel’s gaze on him.
    “Yvette will be useful. She has a photographic memory like Samson.”
    Now there was a tidbit of information he didn’t know about her. How had that ever escaped him? Great, and she’d seen him naked. Did she still carry that particular image in her mind? Amaury cringed. “Perfect.” He tried to keep all sarcasm out of his voice, but wasn’t so sure he succeeded.
    Zane cleared his throat. “I’ll be infiltrating the criminal elements of the city to listen to the grapevine. I’m sure I’ll dig something up.”
    “I should help you with that,” Amaury offered. Navigating the underbelly of San Francisco was much more up his alley than being cooped up in a room with twenty-five employees and their emotions. At least he would get to kick some ass. Being out with Zane virtually guaranteed it.
    “We’ll need you at the staff meetings,” Gabriel insisted, his tone growing increasingly annoyed. “As I already said, we need your gift.”
    Gift, my ass! It’s a curse!
    Before Amaury could respond, a loud noise jolted him. In the next instant, smoke rose from underneath the car’s hood and entered through the vents.
    “Carl, what was that?”
    “Don’t know, but it’s not good. Hold on everybody,” Carl yelled.
    They were already in a residential street in the outskirts of San Francisco. Carl jerked the car toward the shoulder, but seemed to have difficulty steering as the engine suddenly