Lee said fervently, as soon as the door was shut behind him, “is a pain in the arse.” “I couldn’t help noticing that myself. It’s a shame you don’t like him, though—he thinks the sun shines out of yours.” “That’s just where you’re wrong. He thinks I want the world to believe it does, but really I’ve got a torch rammed up there to fool them. He wants to get in there—dissect me, if necessary—and find the torch.” Distracted by the imagery, it took Gideon a moment to catch on. “If you mean he thinks you’re a fake, he’s had his convictions seriously rattled.” “Still. He wants me to be one.” “I don’t think so. He’s your biggest fan.” “Nope. He’s just impressed by how well I hide my torch, and my amazing remote-control system for switching it on and off. And the ironic thing is, I know all this because I am a genuine psychic and can read his tiny mind like a very short book.” Gideon checked the lock. Their home was a much-besieged castle, and their guard dog was on secondment to the Kemp house.
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