TELEPATHY

CHAPTER NINE

It soon got dark. At about 7:30, I walked to my bedroom window and let in my black cat, Voodoo. She prowled about the city-tops in her spare time, but always returned to my apartment when I called, and never missed a night to curl up under my arm. She stretched and purred contentedly, then slunk into the kitchen for the water I always kept out for her.

I changed into blue silken pajama pants and a white cami, then crawled under my thick blankets. I whistled, and Voodoo trotted in, jumping up on the bed to faithfully lie next to me.

I tossed and turned into oblivion, which was nothing new. My brain was always so active, it took forever to get to sleep. I finally found sweet blackness, but, sadly, it didn't last long.

After what was probably about two or three hours, I fell into a dream. I found myself back on top of the CIA rooftop. But, unlike last time, I was completely alone- or so I thought. I hadn't heard any thoughts or felt any emotions from anywhere, but when I turned, Logan was there.

He stood in a long trench coat, almost identical to the Lucky Killer. Suddenly, he stepped forward and kissed me. Just as soon as he had started, he stopped and backed away. I looked at his chest and was startled- a red sniper's mark was there.

"Logan! Don't move!"

I turned quickly, looking for the could-be killer. I finally found him on a distant rooftop. I squinted, then realized with a jolt who it was.

Gillingham.

Amos Arthur Leroy Gillingham, salt-and-pepper hair and all, stood grimly sniping at someone who worked under him.

I turned back to look at Logan. He had moved from a foot away to the edge of the building. The sniper mark had disappeared, and when I turned, so had Gillingham. When I looked at Logan once more, he wasn't there. I rushed to the edge of the building at the same time hoping and dreading seeing him there. But, he was nowhere to be found. I rotated, eyebrows knit in perplexion, to find Logan not falling to his death, but standing very close behind me.

With one sharp shove to both my shoulders, Logan pushed me off the building, a harsh, steely glint in his eyes.

I fell very fast.