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imagination, Wes.” She held out her hands to him. “Why isn’t it possible that some people in this world have hands that can feel more than just the texture of something? Why isn’t it possible to pick up the energy that surrounds that object? The whole universe is composed of nothing but sound vibration. Why isn’t it possible that a human being could pick up on these subtle vibrations and be able to accurately interpret them?”
    “I don’t know,” he said grimly.
    Desperately, Diana searched for a parallel in Wes’s world. “What if you’re out in the desert and there are hidden enemies in front of you? What tells you there’s danger ahead?”
    Wes shrugged. “Experience.”
    “What do you base the experience on?”
    “The fact that it’s happened before.”
    Frustration thrummed through Diana. She sat up and gestured strongly. “You haven’t seen them or heard them, yet you know where they are. How do you explain that, Wes?”
    Stubbornly, he shook his head. “You don’t understand, Diana.” He jabbed his finger into the air. “If I have an enemy in front of me, I’ll be looking and thinking about a lot of things based on my training and experience. First, there are better places for an enemy to hide than others. I’m trained to look at camouflage and terrain for a potential hiding place. Secondly, if I have radio contact with other squads, infrared info or satellite intelligence, I can narrow it down even further.” Wes saw her disappointment. “Everything in my world can be explained.”
    “Mine can’t be.”
    Wes shook his head. “No.”
    Grimly, Diana sat back. “Then I’ll have to prove to you. Somehow, before this is over, you’ll understand, Wes.” Somehow…
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Chapter Four
    D iana took in the natural beauty of the red-rock country of Sedona, Arizona. They had landed at Phoenix International Airport an hour earlier, then hopped a single-engine Cessna aircraft that took them a hundred miles north to the smaller airport just outside the town of fifteen thousand people. The red sandstone rose around the tourist community like natural cathedrals against a dark blue sky. A white limestone cap on the sandstone made the geology even more spectacular. Wes, however, seemed immune to the staggering beauty of the region. He had said little since landing at the Phoenix airport.
    They met a local police officer, Larry Thomas, at the gate, and Diana followed the men, locked into absorbing the sensations of the area. Her mother had told her that Sedona was a very sacred place to all Native People in North and South America. It was a female region, an area rich with energy and invisible vortices that whirled at incredible rates of speed. Indeed, Diana felt a bit dizzy from the powerful energy surrounding the airport, which was high atop a mesa overlooking the town.
    The sun was shining brightly, and the temperature hovered in the nineties, but Diana felt comfortable in her short-sleeved, white cotton blouse and light blue skirt. Glad she’d worn sandals, she continued behind the men into the geodesic-looking airport building to retrieve their luggage. Sedona was high desert country at four thousand feet above sea level. The red earth was thickly dotted with dark green junipers for as far as she could see in any direction. Officer Thomas was speaking in low tones to Wes, who nodded occasionally. But Diana was content to wait in the center of the airport structure while they retrieved the luggage. If Wes wanted her to know something, he’d tell her. She was glad to be left alone just to feel. And feel she did. The invisible force of the vortex was incredible, and her body swayed subtly with the flow of the circular release of energy coming from deep within Mother Earth.
    She spotted many colorful flyers on a bulletin board. Going over, she began to read some of them. They were all New Age related. Smiling, Diana noted one flyer showing a vortex right where the airport