Page 47 of Diagnosis Attraction

“Would you believeit? I remembermymother talking about it.”

“You do?”

She nodded. “That’s the link we’ve been looking for between us. It can’t be a coincidence. It must have something to do with our abilities.”

“But first, we have to deal with Lang and his thugs.”

“Yes. I know they would have gotten me when I crashed the car, but I think there were too many people around.” She dragged in a breath and let it out. “And now, what are we going to do—about us and the women?”

Derek Lang rarely permitted himself to be worried. He was a visionary, but he was also a cautious man with a firm handle on any situation into which he ventured. But this thing with Elizabeth Forester was getting out of hand. He’d investigated Dr. Delano and found out he’d done several years as a medic in Africa—during which he’d had several hair-raising escapes from death. Apparently, those experiencestaught him how to defend himself.

He looked at Patterson, the man who’d been tasked with guarding Forester’s back door.

“How did they get past you?” he asked.

“They zapped me with something.”

“Zapped?”

“Something like a Taser.”

Derek’s brow wrinkled. A Taser wasn’t exactly a long-distance weapon.

He asked for an account of the rest of the screwed-up mission, listening as Southwell related finding Patterson and their both going into the house after the fugitives, one from the front and one from the back.

“And how did they get out of that?”

“The doctor opened a window while they were in the office.”

He thought of saying that every exit should have been covered, but of course, there had only been two guys on the scene. Even so, he wanted to lash out at these men who had returned to him with bad news. But he wasn’t going to waste the energy. And he’d better start looking for a replacement for Southwell. The man was simply making too many mistakes.

“Double the guard on The Mansion,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

“And tell Susanna to come in here,” he ordered.

She would do what she could to calm his frayed nerves.

CHAPTER TEN

“I’m thinking,” Matt answered.

He didn’t have to say more because he knew Elizabeth was tapping into his mental processes.

She went very still when she realized what he had in mind.

“Find the house?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

She pressed her hand to her mouth, her face a study in concentration. “I … don’t know where it is.” Panic bloomed on her features. “Oh Lord, Matt. What if all this has been for nothing?”

He wasn’t going to simply give up. When he held out his arms, she hesitated for a moment, then accepted the offer. He could feel her panic subsiding as she leaned into him.

Is the house in the city?

I don’t think so.

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