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not knowing when that laser beam would seek them out and shine the red dot of death on their foreheads? Or chest? Whatever, it was a prime scenario for some steamy sex.
    But the images weren’t of either Pierce or Miz Stalker. I jerked my hand away from the doorknob, dragged in a shaky breath, and stared at my fingertips.
    Clear your mind, Everly. Maybe your ESP is broken. It could happen. Sort of like when it disappeared ’cause you were all emotional and didn’t want to see stuff. Give it a chance to fix itself.
    I clenched my fists, pushing them hard against my abdomen. One breath. Two. Time to give it another shot. And damn, but the same image popped up, clear and undeniable.A second shock wave rattled my bones. Millie? Seriously?
    She’d opened the door with an expectant smile on her face. A trickle of anxiety crept along my spine, and trapped the breath in my lungs. Nope. I hadn’t been ready for that one. There’d be answers inside, so why did I hesitate? Because I’d never really snooped into Millie and Harlan’s life before, and my muscles softened, refusing to do my bidding. They’d been married forever but never seemed to age. And they’d always been there during my childhood, quiet, barely taking up space. Still, I counted on them to fill the gaps my parents left when they’d had to leave me and disappear into foreign lands, sometimes for weeks at a time. Millie and Harlan were my soft spot. Like a baby’s first giggle, or when a puppy rubbed its nose in my neck and made those adorable snorting noises. Places I didn’t want to desecrate with my snooping.
    I shook my head, tossing the touchy-feely emotions aside. If there was any hope of finding them, I had to know what went on in that bedroom. Tawdry. And I’m not a peeping Thomasina. Sure, I like to satisfy my curiosity more than most, but peering into the love life of people I respected? Not my thing, and this situation was potentially loaded with way too much information.
    She could be planning on using the bedroom for nothing more than a nap, Everly.
    Not with that smile, she wasn’t.
    Oh, damn. I was having a conversation with myself. Time to put on my big girl panties and woman up to the task at hand.
    I stepped into the bedroom.
    A hint of jasmine clung to the air. I inhaled, drinking in the peacefulness of it before I drifted into my memories. When I spent the weekend at my childhood home, Millie often had a huge bouquet of jasmine on the coffee table and welcomed me with a hug. Harlan had grown jasmine in the garden just for her, and the memories were vivid enough that I smiled, clutching at them. The need to find Millie and Harlan, to keep them safe, pushed me into the bedroom.
    And then the walls started talking to me.
    A shiver took over my muscles, and panic had me quick-stepping back. Wall-talking hadn’t happened to me for more than a year. Not since I’d been checking out the chapel at the Hawaiian Hilton for Annie’s wedding. Not since visiting my grandmother’s homestead and discovering the images she’d left for me.
    But in both of those instances, I’d touched the walls. It had been my decision to hear what they had to share, and I’d asked for information.
    Here, in this flying penthouse, I hadn’t asked for anything, and I didn’t like the walls taking over my mind one bit. That hadn’t happened since the very first time, when Annie and I had broken into a murder victim’s house. Back when I first met Mitch, when his friend Tony had been killed.
    A chill blossomed behind my breastbone. Fear knotted, leaving me raw and questioning my sanity. You’d think I’d be used to it, what with having ESP fingers most of my life, but no.
    This was different. Voices rustling in the back of my mind like a million tiny bugs struggling to find purchase in my brain cells. It was creepy. Maybe I could stop it if I touched the walls. They were a luscious shade of peach, an absurdly sane color that shouldn’t be harboring thoughts,