Page 6 of Preying Game

“Why?”

Grant shrugged. “I guess it would turn out to be complicated. Do you think she’s had telepathic experiences before?”

“She sounded like she was doing it as a shot in the dark, and she couldn’t believe she’d reached me.”

Grant hit him with another leading question. “Do you think she was faking her abduction?”

He shook his head, struggling with new doubts. “It’s hard to know. I mean, I don’t have any experience with someone in trouble coming to me—rather than my getting the case as an assignment. That means I’m the one reaching out to the victims. And we don’t always make contact. Sometimes I just had a clue about where they were—like maybe from seeing their surroundings.”

“Yeah.”

The two men finished their meals. Jonah signaled for the check.

“Frank said he was assigning you to the medical facility,” Grant said.

“Right.”

“So we’ll be able to talk more. And you can ask me questions if you need to.”

Jonah nodded.

“What’s your next step?”

“I guess I’ll try to make contact over the radio again.”

“You think it will work during the day?”

Jonah shrugged. “I’m supposed to be working with you during the day.

“Frank already told me you might not be there until tomorrow.”

“That won’t leave you shorthanded?”

“We’ll keep up the current schedule.”

“Okay, thanks.”

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