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ear and made it clear that outing Morgan, the use of a psychic, and Stewart’s assertion that the FBI’s reputation was less than impeccable was incomprehensible. He wanted Stewart’s ass.
    A simple press conference had turned into a ticking time bomb for the FBI. Resigned, Davies wasn’t going home any time soon and headed back to his office to meet with Tyler and Sam. No doubt they’d be waiting for him.

 
    Chapter Six
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    S AM DIDN’T KNOW what to do about Tyler. He’d gone from devastated to angry to quiet since Morgan’s name went out to the press. He steered Tyler to the car and shoved him inside. Sam didn’t like the blood coming from Tyler’s nose, or that it took several minutes and every fast-food napkin he scrounged up to stop it.
    “You’re bleeding all over the place.”
    “My fucking head is killing me.”
    Tyler stared blankly out the windshield throughout the entire ride back to the office, disturbing Sam.
    They sat in the parking garage for nearly five minutes with no indication Tyler intended to move. Ever. “We’re here, get out.” Sam gave Tyler a shove to get him moving.
    They took the elevator up to the fifth floor in silence. Sam kept an eye on Tyler as he made his way to his cubicle and dropped into his seat.
    He stared at his desk without really seeing it. Sam didn’t understand why Tyler took this so badly. No one could possibly find Morgan without knowing her last name. Even they didn’t know it, or where she lived. They’d considered trying to find her on several occasions. Tyler always stopped at the last minute. He didn’t want to jeopardize the tenuous relationship they had with her. He had a gut feeling that if he found her without her permission, it would ruin things between them, and she’d disappear from his life.
    “Man, come on. Talk to me. Tell me what happened.”
    Tyler heard Sam like an echo in the chasm of his mind. If he’d had any doubt before, or more accurately denied the obvious, he couldn’t anymore. No more Morgan. In some awesome way, she’d become a part of him. And now she was gone. He couldn’t explain it. He just knew she wouldn’t speak to him in his mind anymore. She wouldn’t call with a clue on one of his cases. He’d lost her today, and he had no idea how to get her back. He didn’t know if he wanted to get her back. The loss of her felt like a death, her presence in his mind replaced with a grief so deep it rocked him to the core. He didn’t know whether he could live through her coming back, and maybe losing her all over again. It hurt too much. More than he thought possible. He cared for her more than anyone else in his life—except maybe his sister.
    “She’s gone. She knew her name was linked to me and given out to the press. I heard her.”
    Tyler’s monotone voice shifted Sam’s concerned expression into something more disturbed.
    “What do you mean, she knew? How can she be gone? She wasn’t here. Was she?”
    Sam must have felt as out of his element as Tyler did whenever Morgan was involved. Something strange happened. The bloodstains on his shirt and sleeve reminded him of the excruciating pain when Morgan tore away from him. He couldn’t come up with a better explanation for what happened, leaving him raw and hurting.
    “I listened to that arrogant asshole tell the press everything about how we solved the case. He gave them my name and Morgan’s. He told them we’d met in Texas. She screamed in my mind so loud, my head felt like it might explode. One minute she’s there, and the next… she’s gone.”
    He turned from his desk and faced Sam standing in the opening to his cubicle with his shoulder braced on one side and his arm stretched across to the other.
    “I’ve never really explained my connection to her. Sometimes she calls just to talk. I’ve told you that before,” he rambled.
    Sam stood up to his full height and crossed his arms over his chest. Tyler’s words might have been difficult to believe,