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“Don’t start,” said the doctor as if it were a perfectly natural thing to say.
Seth met the nurse’s gaze, recognizing something in her eyes.
* * *
As far as Allie was concerned, this was all about timing. She knew there were five security doors between them and the main entrance. She knew where she needed a magnetic swipe, where she needed a code, and where she’d have to be buzzed in by a guard. She was only a single skinjacker, but if she had her timing down, she could do this.
“We’ll take X-rays in the morning,” the doctor said, after he had sewn up the gash, “once the swelling goes down a bit.” Then he pulled off his surgical gloves, tossed them in the trash, and was gone.
o;What’s the point?”
Then Allie asked the big question. “Are you guilty, Seth?”
He looked away uncomfortably. “You said you wouldn’t ask that.”
“I’m asking.”
Now Seth looked scared. “They found my fingerprints on the gasoline can,” he said. “Why does it matter what I tell you? They’ve all made up their minds anyway.”
“You work in a gas station. That’s why your hands smelled like gasoline, and that’s why your prints were on the gas can—you probably filled it for someone.”
“Yeah,” he said. “But nobody believes that’s true. Not even you.”
“If it’s true,” Allie said, “I’ll believe it. Now close your eyes and think about the fire.”
“No,” he said. “I don’t want to think about it. All I ever do is think about it!”
Allie held eye contact. His gaze was still cold, still mistrustful, and now that she was here with him, she couldn’t tell anymore. What she thought was innocence might have just been shell shock from having been caught.
“Don’t move,” Allie said. Then, making sure the lawyer stayed asleep, she leaped out of her body across the table and right into the mind of the prisoner.
—Cold in here / cigarette / this is useless / I need a cigarette—
She probed his thoughts, poured through his memories like she was rifling through a filing cabinet.
—Hey what the / how the / who the?—
She didn’t try to hide herself, because that didn’t matter. In fact, it was better if he knew exactly what was happening. Finally, she found it. Or rather, she didn’t find it. There was no memory of starting that fire! He had a lot of other crazy stuff going on in that head of his, but none of it had anything to do with arson. He was at the gas station cash register a block away, and once the fire had started, he had actually gone into the building to try to help people. He didn’t start the fire—he was trying to be a hero!
Now that Allie was convinced of his innocence, she left him, leaping back into the lawyer. But something had gone wrong. Her face was down on the table.
Suddenly the guard—who must have glanced through the small glass window in the door—burst into the room, ripping Seth from the chair and throwing him back against the wall.
It was Allie’s mistake, and a stupid one, at that. When she had leaped from the woman’s body, she hadn’t stabilized her in any way. The woman, still asleep, had fallen forward. Now that Allie was back inside of her, she raised her head off the table, but the guard was already restraining Seth.
“What did he do?” the guard asked, then yelled at Seth, “WHAT DID YOU DO?”
“He didn’t do anything,” Allie shouted, and, thinking quickly, she added, “I had a dizzy spell. I put my head down. Are you going to beat my client because his lawyer got dizzy? I’m sure the media would love to hear about that.”
The guard backed off instantly at the mention of media.
“Now please, leave me to consult with my client.”
The guard reluctantly backed off and left, but not before throwing a suspicious glare at Seth.
Once the door was closed, Allie took a deep breath to get her thoughts settled, and to make sure she was still in complete control of her body. When she looked at Seth he was staring straight at her, still backed against the wall.
“Muh . . . Muh . . . Ms. Gutierrez,” he said. “Something just happened. Not the guard, something else.”
