took a seat on the bed by me. "I've got it! We need to go into business together!"
"Uh, what?" I asked.
"You can read minds, right? Well, my dad owns a restaurant!"
Nami and I looked at each other, wondering what she was talking about.
"And?" I finally asked.
"I know how to run a business! My dad taught me. You and I should open a palm reading shop together! You can read people's minds, and I'll run the business! We'll split the profits sixty/twenty."
So kind, so beautiful, so dumb. I decided to look at her boobs for awhile, rather than instigate the conversation anymore. Nami decided to keep the ball rolling.
"Sixty/twenty?"
"Sorry, I meant sixty/thirty."
Nami looked back and forth from Sammy to me in disbelief.
"Sixty/thirty?"
"Well, what is it then?" Sammy asked.
Nami put her face in her hands and shook it back and forth.
I decided to continue as if that little chat didn't happen.
"Anyway, some of the information Smith gave us isn't adding up. When I got close to Murdock our minds formed some kind of weird bridge where we were able to communicate with each other mentally. He didn't seem to have any idea who I was. I mentioned him trying to kill us with a rocket and capture us using the police. Again, he didn't know what I was talking about. I couldn't tell if he is just so crazy he didn't remember, or if he really was confused."
They both sat there staring at me while they thought through the ramifications of what I said.
"Didn't Smith say that they think Murdock could control people up to three hundred feet away?" Sammy asked.
"Weren't you hiding in the bathroom when he said that?"
"That door might as well be made of cardboard. I could still hear everything. Isn't that what he said? Three hundred feet?"
"Yeah, that's why those people at the funeral didn't kill me; he ran out of range."
"So, when he releases someone, they stop what he was forcing them to do, right? They don't keep going?"
Smith had conveniently left that part out. She was onto something. Maybe there was some hope for her after all.
"I think so. When he let go of Carol Brady – uh, the mom – during the gun fight she had no idea what was going on."
Nami whistled as she sat back in her chair. "So he couldn't have been controlling the men who blew up your apartment. If he had been close enough to manipulate them, you would have felt his presence."
"Maybe. I was drugged out my skull at the time."
"He couldn't have sent the police after us either," Sammy said.
I should have seen this earlier. Everything happened so fast that I never had a chance to sit down and analyze everything I had been told. If Murdock didn't even know who I was, let alone try and kill me, why was Smith convinced it was him? Or did Smith lie about everything from the beginning?
"So who blew up our building?" Sammy asked.
"If I had to guess, I'd say Smith."
Chapter 14
They both looked at me in shock.
"He managed to save us in the nick of time, claiming Murdock sent those men to kill us. He must have known that wasn't possible, so he lied about it. They also fed us way too much classified information. Even though the circumstances are extreme, there was no reason to tell us so much."
"You think everything he told us was pulled out of his ass?" Nami asked.
"Not all of it. Obviously he used telepaths in some kind of intelligence program. He knew about my abilities and background. Murdock did kill a senator and a bunch of government agents. Like any good con man, Smith mixed a lot of truth and lies together. The hard part is deciphering what's true or not."
Sammy put her fingers to her temples, trying to concentrate. "Why involve you at all then? Why would he shoot missiles into our place?"
That was the million dollar question. My hatred of our government wasn’t a secret to anyone that I served with. Because Smith had done a lot of digging on me, he knew I was a telepath after all – then he must have known there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell I
"Uh, what?" I asked.
"You can read minds, right? Well, my dad owns a restaurant!"
Nami and I looked at each other, wondering what she was talking about.
"And?" I finally asked.
"I know how to run a business! My dad taught me. You and I should open a palm reading shop together! You can read people's minds, and I'll run the business! We'll split the profits sixty/twenty."
So kind, so beautiful, so dumb. I decided to look at her boobs for awhile, rather than instigate the conversation anymore. Nami decided to keep the ball rolling.
"Sixty/twenty?"
"Sorry, I meant sixty/thirty."
Nami looked back and forth from Sammy to me in disbelief.
"Sixty/thirty?"
"Well, what is it then?" Sammy asked.
Nami put her face in her hands and shook it back and forth.
I decided to continue as if that little chat didn't happen.
"Anyway, some of the information Smith gave us isn't adding up. When I got close to Murdock our minds formed some kind of weird bridge where we were able to communicate with each other mentally. He didn't seem to have any idea who I was. I mentioned him trying to kill us with a rocket and capture us using the police. Again, he didn't know what I was talking about. I couldn't tell if he is just so crazy he didn't remember, or if he really was confused."
They both sat there staring at me while they thought through the ramifications of what I said.
"Didn't Smith say that they think Murdock could control people up to three hundred feet away?" Sammy asked.
"Weren't you hiding in the bathroom when he said that?"
"That door might as well be made of cardboard. I could still hear everything. Isn't that what he said? Three hundred feet?"
"Yeah, that's why those people at the funeral didn't kill me; he ran out of range."
"So, when he releases someone, they stop what he was forcing them to do, right? They don't keep going?"
Smith had conveniently left that part out. She was onto something. Maybe there was some hope for her after all.
"I think so. When he let go of Carol Brady – uh, the mom – during the gun fight she had no idea what was going on."
Nami whistled as she sat back in her chair. "So he couldn't have been controlling the men who blew up your apartment. If he had been close enough to manipulate them, you would have felt his presence."
"Maybe. I was drugged out my skull at the time."
"He couldn't have sent the police after us either," Sammy said.
I should have seen this earlier. Everything happened so fast that I never had a chance to sit down and analyze everything I had been told. If Murdock didn't even know who I was, let alone try and kill me, why was Smith convinced it was him? Or did Smith lie about everything from the beginning?
"So who blew up our building?" Sammy asked.
"If I had to guess, I'd say Smith."
Chapter 14
They both looked at me in shock.
"He managed to save us in the nick of time, claiming Murdock sent those men to kill us. He must have known that wasn't possible, so he lied about it. They also fed us way too much classified information. Even though the circumstances are extreme, there was no reason to tell us so much."
"You think everything he told us was pulled out of his ass?" Nami asked.
"Not all of it. Obviously he used telepaths in some kind of intelligence program. He knew about my abilities and background. Murdock did kill a senator and a bunch of government agents. Like any good con man, Smith mixed a lot of truth and lies together. The hard part is deciphering what's true or not."
Sammy put her fingers to her temples, trying to concentrate. "Why involve you at all then? Why would he shoot missiles into our place?"
That was the million dollar question. My hatred of our government wasn’t a secret to anyone that I served with. Because Smith had done a lot of digging on me, he knew I was a telepath after all – then he must have known there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell I
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