“No big deal.”

“How's Charlie's family?”

“Not good. Coping.”

“How about you? Are you doing okay?”

“Coping.”

“Dad was worried about you. He wanted to help.”

She stiffened. “How? Did he want to put me back in that sanitarium?”

Jason frowned. “He thought he was doing what was best for you. You were having hallucinations. You needed a doctor's care.”

“And it was so much easier to pawn me off on an institution than to work through it with me. Do you know how many times he visited me in that hospital in the year I was there? Twice. If you hadn't come as often as you did, I'd have felt like an orphan.”

“He was uneasy around you. From the time you were a little girl you were antagonistic, and you were fighting mad after he committed you.”

“I wasn't crazy. I was just having a few problems. He should have let me work them out on my own.”

“He was afraid the hallucinations were a result of that coma you were in when you were a kid. He felt responsible.”

“He felt guilty.”

“You do blame him.”

“Maybe. I don't know. I just don't want to deal with him now.” She wished he'd drop the subject. Jason could be a bulldog once he got his teeth into an issue. She sat back on her heels and smiled with an effort. “Now, are you going to go change and help me? The two of us can whip this job in time for supper.”

“Right away.” He frowned and she knew he wasn't going to let it go yet. “But those doctors did do you some good. After that psychiatrist, Dr. Travis, showed up, you were just fine. Within two months you were out of that place. So maybe Dad did the right thing.”

She had been released because Michael Travis had told her what to say to the hospital personnel so they would think they'd cured her. “I agree that Travis got me out of there. About everything else, we'll have to agree to disagree.”

He was silent a moment. “I always wondered . . . Do you blame me too?”

“I did for the first couple weeks I was in that place. I felt betrayed. Then I realized that you'd gone along with him because you loved me, and love is too rare for me to jettison it because you made a mistake.”

“It wasn't a mistake. You're healthy and normal now. You have to admit that.”

“Perfectly normal.” As normal as she'd ever be. “Now, can we drop it and just paint Laura's gazebo? I came here because I wanted to be with my family, not to get a lecture.”

He nodded and turned away. “Sorry. It's just that Dad's such a great guy. I think you're missing out.”

She watched him cross the lawn toward the house. It was natural that Jason would think she was being deprived. He had spent those two years she was in a coma after her mother's death with their father, and Kerry's withdrawal from the world had only brought father and son closer. Then, after she'd regained consciousness, she'd spent time in rehab. Jason was ten years older than Kerry and had been heavily influenced by that time with his father. Later, both Jason and Kerry had been sent to private schools but spent vacations at Aunt Marguerite's place in Macon. She only vaguely remembered the few times her father had come to see them during those years. He'd been charming, charismatic, and amusing when Jason was around. When it was just her father and her, he'd been stilted and uneasy.

Her fault? Maybe. She remembered staring at him as if he were some kind of rare species of mammal. She couldn't be natural with him. Then, when she'd started having the nightmares and then the visions, he'd sent her to Milledgeville, and that had destroyed any possibility of intimacy.

She turned back and started to paint the banister again.

It didn't matter. She had Jason and Laura and all her friends at the fire station. She didn't need a father figure in her life. Certainly not one like Ron Murphy. Let him work out his own guilt feelings about Kerry and her mother and that hideous night in Boston.

Kerry was laughing, joking, and looked more relaxed than Silver had ever seen her. Her brother was standing at the barbecue pit grilling hamburgers, and Laura Murphy, very pregnant, was sitting in a chair at the picnic table, staring with satisfaction at her gazebo.

Silver lowered the binoculars. Was it time to go knock on the door and talk to Kerry? She was calm and almost content. The trauma of the last few days had faded. He should probably take advantage of the moment and step into the picture again.

No, give her tonight.

Once he drew her into the nightmare in which he was living, she wouldn't have any more tension-free periods for the foreseeable future.

The President.” Melissa handed Michael Travis the phone and mouthed silently. “Not pleased.”

He wasn't surprised. Andreas had been growing increasingly impatient for the last three days. “Hello, Mr. President. I was planning to call you and update you this evening.”

“Update me now,” Andreas said curtly. “What the hell is happening? Why is Silver spinning his wheels? Doesn't he realize the urgency?”

“He realizes. He's trying to ease her into the offer gently.”

“While he's trying to be diplomatic I'm having to deal with the carnage this nut is creating. Tim Pappas's car ran off the road into a tree last night. It exploded and he burned to death before anyone could get him out.”

“Shit.”

“Exactly. I told Pappas he'd be safe. I don't like to be made a liar. And I hate having a decent man die because we can't find Trask.”

“Silver will find him. There's no one with more motivation.”

“That's the only reason I'm trusting him.” Andreas paused. “This woman is really necessary?”

“Her or someone like her. And I've never run across anyone with that particular specialized talent.”

“But she's reluctant to help?”

“She may not be. We just don't know. She didn't want to have anything to do with me or the group five years ago. She's very independent and wanted to live a completely normal life.”

“Fat chance.”

“She's done pretty well. She's smart and very good at covering her tracks.”

“You never gave me a complete background check on her. Talk to me.”

“Her mother was killed in a fire in Boston when Kerry was six. Kerry was struck on the head by the arsonist who set the fire, and she was in a coma for two years. Even after she came out of the coma, she couldn't ID the person who had set the fire. Her father, Ron Murphy, and her mother were in the process of getting a divorce at the time of the fire and he'd taken Kerry's brother, Jason, away on a hunting trip to Canada. Murphy is a freelance reporter and never in one place for long. The children were in private schools or with their aunt most of their childhood. When she was twenty, Kerry began having nightmares about fires and the usual visions. Her father clapped her into a sanitarium. That's when I came on the scene. I'd been keeping an eye on her since one of my informants heard about her background. I thought she might be one of ours.”

“The comas.”

“Yes. I forged documents and showed up as a visiting psychoanalyst. I was able to ease her through the anger and bewilderment, but there was no way she wanted anything else to do with me. She said she didn't need my help and she didn't want to live her life as a kook.”

“Understandable.”

“I do understand. I felt the same way. That's why I was reluctant to give Silver her name when he came asking for recommendations.”

Andreas was silent a moment. “Could he have forced it out of you?”

“I don't know. I don't think even Silver knows what he can do. Maybe he doesn't want to know.”

“My reports say he's . . . remarkable.”

“And that may just cover the tip of the iceberg.” Travis rubbed his temple. “Don't worry. He's not going to go soft on us. He'll get Kerry Murphy.”

“Soon,” Andreas said. “Damn soon. I don't want to have to go to another funeral.”