Expressionless, Lucas said, "And I was kept out of the loop in order to minimize that interference?"

"You and Jay both. We were reasonably sure that the fewer people who knew what we were trying to do, and the fewer people actively trying to change what Sam saw, the better. The more control we would have. But…"

"But," Samantha continued, "with the first change-the carnival and me arriving in Golden-the future I had seen began to shift. And except for a couple of constants, like my conviction that the only way to save you was to force you to use your abilities a different way, and Gilbert's insane gamesmanship, everything was up for grabs. All I could do was follow the plan and hope like hell we were doing the right thing and not making the situation even worse."

"And all we could do," Bishop added, "was keep watch over all of you as quietly as possible. It was obvious Gilbert had done his homework and knew about the SCU; the last thing we wanted him to know was that you and Jay weren't the only team members here."

"Except that he did know," Jaylene said, her voice dry. She looked at Samantha. "That was what Lindsay's warning was all about. He knows. He knew about the watchdogs. Knew he'd have to draw them away in order to get to you. And by then, he really wanted to get to you."

"Was that why the thing with the carnival rides?" Quentin wanted to know. "To draw us away from town?"

"Well, it worked," Jaylene reminded him. "If you two had stayed in that little house you'd rented, you would have had a clear view of the back of the sheriff's department. Brady would have found it a lot harder to get Sam out of the building unseen."

"And he had nothing to lose by trying the distraction," Bishop pointed out. "With Sam apparently safe in the sheriff's department, you two were more likely to be drawn away, if only for an hour or so. All the time he needed."

"What I don't get," Samantha said, "is why Gilbert was killing time out at his little house while his son was stalking me."

Bishop said, "My guess is that they had no idea when an opportunity to grab you would present itself. The grave was readied, and Brady Gilbert had his orders: to keep an eye on things here and take the first chance he saw."

"He didn't warn his father as soon as everybody headed up the mountain?" Jaylene asked.

"He probably didn't realize what had happened," Bishop responded. "He'd been assigned a routine funeral-escort job, and by the time he returned to the station-after a quick trip out to the fairgrounds to start up every ride and jam the controls-nearly everyone at the station was gone. The sergeant at the desk merely told him another search party was out looking for the killer. He was undoubtedly pleased that his distraction had worked and that he had a chance to grab Samantha.

"It wasn't until he was carrying her down to his cruiser in the garage that he passed the armory and realized it was practically empty. That must have set off bells."

"Any sign of him?" Lucas asked.

"No. The bulletins are out, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was able to go to ground up in the mountains, at least for a while. We will get him, though. Sooner or later. For what it's worth, I have a hunch he put the oxygen canister in with Samantha against his father's orders."

"Because," Samantha said slowly, "killing me slowly wasn't the point, not this time. Killing me-and torturing Luke-was. That's what Gilbert would have wanted."

Bishop nodded. "I also have a hunch that when we've sifted through the evidence found at Gilbert's base and catch up with Brady, we'll find that Brady was used by his father to gather information and to help transport the machinery, but that he had never actually killed or even helped abduct or transport any of the victims. Until Samantha."

"Why didn't you suspect Gilbert?" Lucas asked him. "I assume you've been looking into my past cases ever since Sam got in touch, so-"

"Andrew Gilbert was supposed to be dead," Bishop answered. "He'd done a fine job of faking his own death almost four years ago. A fire at one of his warehouses, a body the right size and sex found wearing his watch and wedding ring. We'll have to contact the authorities out there and have that body exhumed, attempt identification. There will probably be some connection to Andrew Gilbert. He needed a body and would have looked close to home. Probably his first murder."

"Setting his plan in motion even then," Quentin said, shaking his head. "The things people will get up to."

"Speaking of which," Jaylene said, "I'm ready for my supper. Now that all the shouting's over and you guys can all be public, who wants to buy me a steak?"

It was a fairly transparent attempt to get them out of Samantha's room, but Sam appreciated the effort and smiled at the other woman.

Jaylene linked her arms with Quentin and Galen, and said, "Boss, you coming?"

"Meet you at the elevator."

"Good enough. See you tomorrow, Sam."

"Goodnight."

When they were gone, Bishop said to Samantha, "I meant what I told you earlier."

"Turban and all?"

He smiled. "That turban might come in handy for undercover work someday."

"What about the credibility issue?"

"I think the unit's reputation is strong enough now. You're welcome, Samantha. We could really use another seer, especially one as strong as you are. Give it some serious thought."

"I will."

"We also might be able to help with the headaches and nosebleeds. Meditation techniques, biofeedback. The methods help some of our psychics."

"Something else I'll bear in mind. Thanks, Bishop."

"Good night, you two." He left the room.

Lucas gazed after him for a moment, then sat on the edge of Samantha's bed and looked down at her. "We make a good team," he said.

"Only because I can piss you off," she said, but smiled.

"Join the unit, Sam. I need you."

"But do you want to need me. That's the question."

"I found you today because I needed you. Because I couldn't imagine my life without you in it. And I found you because you were right about my abilities. What the SCU couldn't uncover in five years, you touched in less than two weeks."

"It's only a beginning," she said.

"I know. It's going to take time. For me to deal with the pain I've been carrying around all these years, and for us. We have a lot of things to settle, I think, a lot of things to work through."

Samantha drew a breath, and said, "I'm willing if you are."

He took one of her bandaged hands gently in both of his and said in a very steady voice, "Then I want to tell you about my twin brother, Bryan, and about the man who abducted, tortured, and murdered him when we were twelve years old."

So she sat there in her hospital bed and listened to the tragedy that had created in him an obsession to find other lost souls-and the psychic abilities to do it. And as he talked slowly, painfully, she saw the beginning of healing.

And knew the rest would come.