“Excuse me?” I glanced up from the magazine. Turned. A small child looked up at me with big eyes. “Can I ride the horsies?” Behind her, a tired mother stood with a stroller. Great. Another one. “No, you can’t. We’re closed.” “It’s rotating,” the mother said in a quiet voice. “Horsies! I want th...
I dived into Mindspace, stupidly, completely blind, and without an anchor. Cherabino should have been there, should have provided the real-world anchor for me, should have held out that mental hand to keep me grounded and finding my way back. I missed her again suddenly. I missed her being here. ...
Cherabino was up, gun trained in less than two seconds on the phone on her nightstand. I blinked at her very nice butt, outlined through the pajamas. “Sorry,” she said, sheepishly. “It’s new.” She put the gun down on the nightstand and picked up the handset. She frowned. I felt her decision to li...
I said. “I know you’re overwhelmed with cases right now.” “Why does Judge Datini want you to look into this anyway?” Homicide Detective Isabella Cherabino asked. She was my partner, maybe, if a telepath consultant like myself could even have a partner in the police force. ...
I told Stone once we’d crossed the chilly covered walkway back to the main spine of the Guild’s living quarters. “The Sinclair Building has better shielding throughout because of anyonide fields in the living quarters stacked together,” Stone said. “The fields are built in...