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Relieved that the theft was a non-issue—outside of my own personal misgivings—I tackled the last half of his statement.<br><br> | Relieved that the theft was a non-issue—outside of my own personal misgivings—I tackled the last half of his statement.<br><br> | ||
| − | "I know it does, but I'm pretty sure she was telling the truth. She ....," I paused, gathering my thoughts on it. "She ''knew'' things. You remember how it made Joshua ill to be near Readers like Volker, during the trial on Highgate? Or how those Creepy Guys at the Kremlin made him feel? Joshua told me about them later. It was like getting jackhammered in the gut. That's how '''wrong''' they were. He could sense it coming off them the way we'd feel heat from a fire. It was ''there'', a physically felt presence. And when I was getting Joshua to ''Exeter'', he hit a wave of it coming from ... somewhere ahead of us on the station. | + | "I know it does, but I'm pretty sure she was telling the truth. She ....," I paused, gathering my thoughts on it. "She ''knew'' things. You remember how it made Joshua ill to be near Readers like Volker, during the trial on Highgate? Or how those Creepy Guys at the Kremlin made him feel? Joshua told me about them later. It was like getting jackhammered in the gut. That's how '''wrong''' they were. He could sense it coming off them the way we'd feel heat from a fire. It was ''there'', a physically felt presence. And when I was getting Joshua to ''Exeter'', he hit a wave of it coming from ... somewhere ahead of us on the station. Mish said it was coming off the freighter, that they were transporting more of the Creepies aboard. And that, Arden, was all the evidence I needed that she was a Reader. Because Joshua was moaning and puking his guts out and I've never seen him that ill ''except'' when he was in mental range of ... of '''shit''' like that. There was no way that girl could have known that, unless she was a Reader, too. How else would she know what was wrong with him without knowing him?"<br><br> |
I sighed, frustrated.<br><br> | I sighed, frustrated.<br><br> | ||
