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    “I see,” Molly said.

    Harry did not respond. He was wholly absorbed in his driving, as though he were an integral part of the vehicle as well as its master. The black sunglasses gave him a remote, alien quality.

    Molly was beginning to recognize the signs. Harry was in one of his moods. He was walking through the dark jungle of his own thoughts, contemplating something he could not or would not discuss with her.

    Molly sank back into the seat and watched the rural landscape rush past the windows as the sleek, exotic sports car plunged straight toward the center of the late sun.

    After a while she turned and reached behind the seat to scoop up the package of kitchen gadgets she had purchased at the fair. She settled back to read the operating instructions for the Ace Wondermatic All-Purpose Kitchen Appliance.

    Seattle was bathed in the last, fading light of the June evening when Harry exited Interstate Five. He drove into the heart of the city, heading toward First Avenue. Slowly he roused himself from the brooding mood that had settled on him.

    When he stopped for a red light at Stewart and Third Avenue, he glanced at Molly. He had been comfortably aware of her presence beside him for the last hour, but it suddenly struck him that she hadn't said a word since she had asked him about his meeting with Leon. Then again, he had not been much of a conversationalist, himself.

    Damn.

    A much belated alarm bell sounded somewhere in Harry's brain. Women did not tolerate long silences well. He had learned that lesson from Olivia. Toward the end of the engagement she had complained increasingly about his long bouts of contemplation. The more she had berated him for them, the longer the silences had grown.

    Harry wondered if he had screwed up royally this afternoon by failing to carry on a lively conversation during the drive from Hidden Springs. He tried to think of a smooth way to recover whatever ground he had lost through the extended silence.

    He cleared his throat when the light changed. “It's nearly eight o'clock.” He shifted gears gently. “I'll park the car in the building garage. We can walk to one of the market restaurants for dinner.”

    Molly turned to look at him, her gaze contemplative rather than accusing. Then she smiled slightly. “All right.”

    Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, but at least she was not sulking. He was greatly cheered by the realization that Molly was not the type to hold a little silence against a man. Nevertheless, he felt compelled to apologize for his mood.

    “Sorry I haven't been a great conversationalist on this trip.” He turned into the alley behind his condominium building and used the remote to open the steel gate. “I was thinking.”

    “I know. It really bothers you, doesn't it?”

    He removed his sunglasses as he drove into the garage. “What bothers me?”

    “The way your family insists that you have the famous Trevelyan Second Sight.”

    “It's damned annoying at times.” Harry parked in a numbered slot. “But bear in mind that I only get that nonsense from my Trevelyan relatives. The Strattons think it's total bunk. Which it is.”

    “But you don't laugh it off.” Molly studied his profile as he switched off the ignition. “Whenever the subject comes up, it either angers you or it sets you to brooding.”

    He shoved open the car door. “If this is a roundabout way of telling me that I bored you to tears on this trip…”

    “It's not.” Molly opened her own door and got out. She faced him across the Sneath's roof. “It's merely an observation. The topic of the Trevelyan psychic gifts makes you irritable. Are you going to deny it?”

    “I agree it irritates me.” In fact, he was getting irritated all over again at this very minute, Harry realized. He made himself shut the car door with exquisite care.

    “Do you know why?”

    “Because it's so much stupid nonsense.”And because sometimes I'm afraid that it's not nonsense. Sometimes I wonder if it's for real and if the knowing will drive me mad . Harry drew a deep breath and shoved that chilling thought back into the deepest recesses of his mind.

    Molly watched him from the far side of the car. “I think there's more to it than the fact that it violates your sense of academic reason and logic.”

    Harry's whole body tightened as though preparing for combat. He had known from the beginning that he was taking a risk