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at him now, but he just shook his head. “You have special training or just special abilities?” I almost made it a statement.
    He looked down at the table for a moment and then looked over his shoulder at the lake. “A little of both.”
    “And it is the ability that lets you sense me in some manner?” It was like a sore tooth, I needed to prod.
    He turned and looked directly at me. “What worries me is your ability. You should keep quiet about it. Not let people know, don’t tell anyone. Have you told people?” The dark eyes almost glowed with his intensity and some anger.
    I was surprised at the potency in his voice. “I haven’t told many and I don’t think they believe it much. What makes the difference?”
    He stood up and moved away. Then, he turned to look at me. He stood for a very long time without moving. I really felt uncomfortable under his stare. I knew some of it was the special talent that not only I had, but that I felt he also had within his system.
    “It could get you into trouble that you wouldn’t like, or it could get you killed.” He said this in that low voice of his that didn’t seem to carry, but that I could hear so clearly.
    “Maybe, but I know you won’t hurt me.” I stood up on shaky legs to face him with the table between us. I was taking in the clean air, but suddenly the beautiful lake didn’t seem as safe and as calm.
    “You don’t know anything. People can make us do a lot of things that we don’t want to do.” He looked out at the lake. That deep voice that didn’t carry to anyone else finally brought something else besides heat to me—it brought a shiver of cold fear.
    “What does that mean?” My stomach was really beginning to tighten up and the alarm system was going off full blast. What had changed?
    He came back to the table, shaking his head. He picked up his beer, tipped it up and kept it tipped until he drained the bottle, then set it back down.
    “Thanks for lunch.”
    He was gone, melting through the trees without any sound.
     

Chapter Five
F. J. Franklin
     
     
    Franklin was sitting in one of the best restaurants in Detroit, the top of the tower on the GM Renaissance Center, looking over the river and most of Detroit. The restaurant, for members only, was excellent, and its wine list was one of the best in the state.
    Franklin was sitting back, watching the two Senators trying to out-politic each other. The full table also included a couple of aides, some sniffers, and a couple of high military men in civvies as they relaxed. He had only one of his aides at his side chair and the meeting was really going to happen in one of the side rooms later over brandy and cigars. He needed funding.
    His aide moved as one of his men approached the assistant, talking quietly in his ear. The adviser nodded, and when the man left, he looked over at Franklin for a moment, then nodded. Waiting for a break in the food service, Franklin got up, going over to the window walls to look out over the city. His aide walked up to speak without anyone else hearing.
    “We have identified the woman. We are also doing some close reconnaissance. There are reports of Myers, but he is too smart to let us get close to him.”
    Franklin looked at the small cars below. “Press her a little, but don’t move in too close, yet. Let’s see how Myers reacts. Don’t lose her.”
    Franklin returned to the table in much better emotions. He would get his funding and he might get Myers. He would get what he wanted, which was the way the world should operate.
     
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    Michelle
     
    The next few days passed without any unusual events. I went back to work and even produced some excellent projects for Steve. I felt so good at being able to do some good work for Steve that it helped to relieve some of the pressure.
    I had a night out with Connie. I allowed her to make me laugh although I was distracted by the fact that I kept scanning the crowd and the parking lot. I didn’t see him,