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Cal turned in his chair to stare at the guy. “How the hell did you know that?”
“I can feel it. Your energy changed, charged the room.”
“Is that another of your superpowers?”
“Yep. It’s called the power of observation.”
Cal opened his mouth but closed it without asking exactly how a blind man could observe anything.
“I don’t need eyes,” Sawyer added as if he’d asked. “I have four other senses. Five, if you believe in all that woo-woo sixth sense shit.”
“Do you believe in all that woo-woo?”
He just grinned and put a hand on Zelda’s harness, letting her guide him across the room him towards Cal. “So, what did you find?”
“This is one thing you’d have to see to believe.” Cal returned his attention to the frozen image of the girl on screen. “Do you have a printer?”
“Not in here, but you can send it to the printer in Anna’s office.”
He did just that and then pushed out of the chair. “Thanks.”
Anna wasn’t in her office, but her husband was. Zak lounged back in the desk chair with the lights off. His boots were propped up on the edge of the desk, and his eyes were closed until the printer started humming. He sat up just as Cal opened the door.
“Oh. Sorry, man. I didn’t think anyone was in here.”
“It’s okay. I was just trying to catch a few Z’s. Poppy has been having nightmares, and she’s keeping us all awake.” Zak yawned wide enough that his jaw cracked, then swiveled in the chair to grab the printout. He started to hand it over but stopped short, his brow furrowing as he studied the picture. “This is your mystery caller?”
Of course he already knew about that. It was impossible to keep anything a secret in this town.
“I think so.”
“That looks like?—”
“Yeah.”
“But—”
“Yeah,” Cal said again and took the print from him.
“Jesus.” Zak ran a hand over his face in disbelief. “What are you going to tell Alexis and Ellie?”
“I don’t know that there’s anything to tell yet. It could be a coincidence.”
“Your face says otherwise.”
“Yeah, well, sometimes, faces can be misleading and right now, all I have is a face in a picture that looks like a younger version of Hope. I’m not going to tell them anything that might give them… uh, well, hope.”
“You think that’s Hope’s daughter.” It was a statement, not a question.
His gaze fell back to the image of the girl. He hadn’t wanted to voice that thought out loud until he had more information.
“Zak, I need you to keep this quiet for now,” he said finally instead of answering.
Zak leaned back in the chair and studied him. “Why did she call you? Why wouldn’t she call Alexis or Ellie or, hell, Ash?”
“I don’t know,” Cal admitted again, frustration crawling up his spine to curl around his shoulders. “All I know is that she got my number from one of my old business cards.”
“Are you sure it’s not a setup of some kind? Have you pissed off anyone lately?”
