That final sentence served to focus Tessa and stiffen her resolve, to remind her of her part in all this. Her job.

"So he gets at least some of what he needs from them, from his followers. The women. He uses his abilities to stimulate them to orgasm and then draws the energy out of them. That's just so hard to believe."

"It was your dream," Hollis noted.

"I don't have visions," Tessa said immediately.

"I don't think what you had was a vision."

"You don't believe what I saw was real?"

"Oh, I believe it was real. I believe it happened exactly as you saw it happen, probably when you saw it happen."

"How is that possible? I was here. I never pick up impressions at a distance, much less anything that detailed."

"Remember what I said about our abilities changing?"

Tessa nodded.

"Well, I believe yours have changed. Or are in the process of changing. In this case, at least. You connected to something while you were in that compound. Maybe a person, maybe an energy sourceI don't know. But you made a very real, tangible connection."

"What makes you believe that?"

Hollis studied the multicolored aura surrounding the other woman, fainter now than it had been when Tessa had awakened her but still glittering here and there, almost sparking, as if with electricity. Not an unusual aura for a psychic, in Hollis's rather limited and very recent experience. But one thing about it was unusual.

A tendril of energy, shifting, almost writhing, snaked out from the aura, through the kitchen doorway, and disappeared toward the front of the house. And out the front door.

"Call it a hunch," Hollis said.

"The problem," Special Agent Quentin Hayes said, "is that it takes so damn long to get anybody inside. And once they are inside, they're lucky if they can be alone in the John for five minutes. That doesn't really lend itself to any kind of a thorough recon."

"Tell me something I don't know," Bishop said.

Quentin looked up from the map spread out on the conference table and lifted an eyebrow. "Probably can't do that. But I can tell you one more thing you already know. You shouldn't be here."

"I'm covered. The Director's at a law enforcement seminar in Paris."

"I wasn't talking about the Director." Quentin straightened, a rare frown crossing his face. "I'm a lot more worried about Senator LeMott."

Bishop leaned back in his chair at a workstation on the other side of the room and gazed steadily at one of his most trusted primary agents. "Whatever LeMott's doing, it's by remote control, through his own operatives. Me riding herd on him in D.C. won't change a thing."

"It might give us a shot at identifying his operatives, before they do something reckless and this whole situation goes to hell."

"We're a lot more likely to identify them on this end, with the people we have in place. I haven't been able to get a clear reading on LeMott in weeks, maybe longer."

Quentin's frown deepened. "That ever happen to you before? Not being able to read somebody all of a sudden when you started out being able to read them?"

"No."

"And that doesn't worry you?"

Bishop sighed. "Of course it worries me. But LeMott wouldn't be the first nonpsychic I've met who learned how to shield his thoughts from a telepath."

"If he learned to shield his thoughts from you, just over the space of a few weeks, that's not only rare but unnaturally fast."

"You think he's had help?"

"Isn't that more likely? I mean, mad makes a great shield, and mad and crazy with grief can make a stronger onebut he had that last summer, and you could read him then."

Bishop considered for a moment, then shook his head. "Whether he has help in blocking me isn't something I can do anything about right now. Things are moving too fast in Grace for any of us to shift our focus. At least two church members murdered in the last two weeks is either a deliberate escalation, a buildup of energy, or else a loss of control signaling something a lot worse."

"I really don't want to see this guy get worse," Quentin said dryly. "Either way."

"No. But unless we stop him soon, he undoubtedly will get worse. And these new energy readings are confirmation of what some of us have felt for months; now that we can actually measure what's happening, at least part of the increasing danger is clear."

"Well, it's obvious. But I don't know how clear it is. I've never seen anything like this before."

"Neither have I. But I don't need to be familiar with it to know that an electromagnetic field fluctuating like this one is as unnatural as it is potentially deadly."

"Yeah, I got that. It's one reason I didn't argue when you asked Diana to stay at Quantico."

"And I got that," Bishop murmured.

Quentin cleared his throat and bent once again over the map of the church's Compound, making rather a production of studying it. It was an unusual map only in that it was extremely detailed and had a clear film overlay on which were numerous cryptic symbols and mathematical formulas. "Okay, so I've been a little protective. Sue me."

"She'll be fine, Quentin. She's improving every day, more in command of her abilities, and healing in every way. You were right about how much strength she has."

"She's still got a long way to go."

"She's nearly completed her formal training."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Fishing?"

"Well, I haven't seen anything about us. I was hoping you and Miranda might have."

"Sorry."

"Sorry you haven't seen anything? Or sorry you can't tell me what you've seen?"

"The former. We've been a bit preoccupied by this investigation, remember? Andthe visions have been few and far between lately."

"Ah. I wondered why you wanted me along on this one. Not like you to bring in more than one primary, as a rule. Not from the early stages of the investigation, anyway."

"Precogs are in short supply, and if there's anything here to be seen ahead of time, I want that edge."

"If you and Miranda haven't seen anything, I'm not likely to."

"You might."

"I'm stronger with Diana around," Quentin pointed out.

"Yes. But she can't be here; she's a medium. A very powerful medium. Hollis wouldn't be here if it wasn't crystal clear she's meant to be. For whatever reason."

"I'm not arguing, not about Diana. Butno visions? At all?"

"Not in a while."

Pushing aside the personal ramifications of his unanswered question, Quentin said, "I really don't like the sound of that. It's one thing if some of the rest of us are affected psychically by Samuel or his peopleor whoever the hell is generating some of these weird energy fields strong enough to scare away the wildlifebut you and Miranda have been solid and stable for a long time now, no matter what we've investigated. If this is affecting you guys"

"We don't know that it is." Bishop hesitated, then added, "We don't know that it isn't. One reason why I have to be hereand Miranda stays away."

"And if it turns out part of Samuel's plan is to eliminate you? To try a little more divide-and-conquer where you and Miranda are concerned? You're not exactly making it harder for him."

"Miranda's shield is holding, and we've managed to amplify it recently. I shouldn't read as psychic; in the lab, our strongest team members couldn't pick up even my presence."

"In the lab."

"Yes."

"I guess it's useless to remind you that fieldwork tends to explode a lot of the theories and beliefs we develop in the lab."

"It's all we have, Quentin. We have logic, and we have our theories, until experience proves us wrong."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of. That experience will prove us wrong this time. Because it so often does. And if it does, it'll be a little late to adjust our theories."