Page 94 of Diagnosis Attraction

Not directly.He looked toward the unkempt area beyond the grounds, where the trees and bushes would give them some cover.Maybe we can work our way around.

Do you think there are just the two guys?

I wish I knew.

Why are they after us?Elizabeth asked.

I’m guessing someone has a clue about the children from the Solomon Clinic, and they want more information. Or they are children from the clinic, and they know we could screw with their minds—so they rigged up some protective gear.

Unfortunately.

From inside the nursing home, they could hear running feet and knew they didn’t have much time to make a getaway.

Matt took the lead, moving along the side of the building until they were closer to the wooded area.

When the distance was as short as it was going to get, he looked back at Elizabeth

I’m going first. If I make it across without getting shot, you follow.

She hated putting it that way, but she didn’t see any alternative. With her heart in her throat, she watched Matt dash across the open space to the scrubby patch of land beyond the manicured lawn.

When he raised his hand and waved at her, she breathed out a little sigh of relief. In the next second, she saw his expression change to one of horror.

Before she could figure out what was wrong, a hand closed over her shoulder.

“Move, and I’ll shoot you in the kneecap,” a harsh voice said.

Rachel Harper stood frozen in the living room of her cottage at the Lafayette plantation. When the door burst open, she whirled as Stephanie Swift charged through the door. Craig Branson was right behind her. They were both products of Dr. Solomon’s illegal experiments. A few months earlier, Stephanie had been trapped into an engagement with a man named John Reynard, a criminal who’d insinuated himself into New Orleans society. Then she met Craig Branson and knew she was about to make a horrible mistake.

When Reynard had whisked Stephanie away to his heavily fortified plantation, Craig had followed.

Rachel and Jake had helped them escape from Reynard’s men—and from thugs sent by someone else. Now, they were all at the plantation owned by Gabriella Boudreaux, who was paired with Luke Buckley.

“It’s the same man who was after me and Craig,” Stephanie gasped as they rushed into Rachel’s cottage.

“You saw what just happened?”

“Yes.” She flushed. “I mean, I knew you were upset. You were broadcasting it like a television cop show.”

They were followed very quickly by Gabriella and Luke.

Rachel turned as her husband, Jake Harper, came into the room.

“What’s happening, exactly?” he asked.

“I wasn’t sure what was going on until now,” Rachel breathed. “That other couple—Elizabeth and Matt—are from Baltimore. It’s a long story, but they found a man burglarizing Elizabeth’s house and got from him that he was hired by someone in New Orleans. They’d already started doing research on the Solomon Clinic and went to Houma. They found the same nursing home we did and talked to Maven. But thugs were waiting for them when they came out.”

“They just grabbed Elizabeth,” Stephanie added. “And they’re wearing some kind of protective helmets.”

“Helmets?” Jake asked. “Why?”

“Because they know we have mental powers, and the helmets must have some kind of lining that blocks us,” Stephanie said.

Jake swore under his breath.

“We have to go there,” Stephanie said. “We have to help them.”

The men looked doubtful.

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