Page 50 of Diagnosis Attraction

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go in from this side.”

“Do you think they’ll be looking for us?”

“Hard to say. If you went to your house, you could have your memory back. But they smashed your computer, so they may assume you can’t find this location again.”

“Let’s hope so.”

He pulled onto a dirt track and parked under some low-hanging trees that hid the car. Then, he turned to Elizabeth.

“We need to make sure nobody sees us because if they do, they may well move the women.”

“Yes.”

It was getting dark, as it had been the first time Elizabeth had come here. They walked cautiously through the woods, being careful to make as little noise as possible.

Matt looked back at the way they’d come, thinking that they might be in a hurry on the return trip.

When they got to the edge of the trees, he squeezed Elizabeth’s hand.

“How far is the range of the cameras?” she asked.

“Probably not far since they want to concentrate on the grounds near the house.”

They were about fifty yards away, and they both stayed in the shadows under the trees as they looked toward the well-maintained structure.

“Quite a setup,” Matt murmured.

“Nothing but the best for Lang’s guests. Do you think he’s actually here?” she asked.

“Probably not. I’m guessing he steers clear of this place. You stay here while I have a look.”

“Okay.”

He caught the ambivalence in her mind. She hated sending him closer, yet she didn’t want to get near the house herself.

Lamps cast a soft glow throughout the first floor. As in Elizabeth’s earlier memory, light jazz drifted toward them. As Matt moved toward the house, he looked up and saw the nearest camera. Focusing on it, he sent a burst of energy toward it. When he heard a zapping sound, he knew he’d handled that problem.

Still, he waited for any sign that he’d been spotted. Like on Elizabeth’s previous trip, he had a good view through the windows. He saw casually dressed men looking like they were at a party and women in nightwear who looked out of place in the expensively furnished rooms.

Having confirmed that this was the right location, he was about to turn around and head back to the woods when he heard Elizabeth crying out a warning inside his mind.

Watch out.

But it was already too late. In the next moment, a rough voice ordered, “Hold it right there and raise your hands above your head.”

With a silent curse, Matt stopped in his tracks, upbraiding himself for being too focused on the view inside the building.

“Turn around,” the rough voice ordered.

There was no real choice since running for it would only get him a bullet in the back. He turned and faced a bald man dressed in a dark shirt and slacks. It wasn’t anyone he recognized from his previous brushes with Lang’s thugs.

“We’re going inside,” Baldy said.

Matt eyed him, thinking that he could send a bolt of power at the guy, but that was dangerous with the man’s finger on the trigger of a gun pointed at Matt.

And then he heard Elizabeth’s voice in his head, telling him what he’d told her back at Polly Kramer’s house.

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