Although he didn’t have an ounce of psychic ability, Sam knew something was wrong the moment he smelled sulfur and a second before lightning exploded from the opening and Cait began to convulse.

Not understanding anything but the need to pull her free, Sam leapt forward, grabbed a wad of her shirt, and jerked her out of the hole. They both fell backward, bouncing against the mattress, then dropping to the floor. Above them, a thin bolt of white-hot electricity shot toward the ceiling, the tail flickering out to touch the overhead lamp, then bending to snap and pop against the wooden dresser.

Not daring to take his gaze from her, Sam low-crawled to Cait, whose face was screwed up in an agonized grimace, and wrapped a hand around her upper arm. He dragged her toward the door, reached for the handle, flung it open, then pulled her through. When they were both clear, he glanced inside the room to see another strange arc flicker from the opening in the wall, popping, cracking, and darting as it seemed to search the room. He slammed the door shut.

In the hallway, he scooted to the far wall and pulled her against his chest. “Cait.”

Her arms crossed her chest. One closed fist slowly uncurled. Inside was a tattered driver’s license.

Her eyes eased open, and she stared at what she held. “We’ll need cadaver dogs, sonar, something…” she rasped, then slumped in his arms.

Every few seconds, it seemed, Cait opened her eyes to take stock of where she was. Held against Sam’s chest in the dingy hallway. In his arms still, as he carried her into the elevator. On a low-slung couch with lumpy springs in the foyer, staring up at the grimy ceiling.

When she roused, feeling more herself, she found an EMT shoving fluids in her veins.

“Don’t try to get up,” he said, offering her a small smile. “You’ve suffered a shock.”

She almost blurted duh, but withheld the urge. He was cute and seemed genuinely concerned as he taped the needle to her arm.

Jason peered over the attendant’s shoulder. “Like the new ’do.”

Alarmed, she reached up with her free hand to touch her hair, only to discover it was standing on end and felt kinky as hell. “What happened?” she asked, surprised when her voice sounded like a dry, crackling whisper.

Jason waggled his eyebrows. “Bad wiring?”

She grunted, squinting upward because the effort to keep her eyes open made her head hurt. “The license?”

“Sam’s running it through the system now. Had to pry him from you with a crowbar, but he’s over there,” he said, lifting his chin to point to someplace over the back of the sofa where she reclined.

Cait pushed up even as the EMT tried to push her back down. One glance at Sam’s tight, gray features and she slumped back, satisfied they’d both made it out of the room relatively unharmed.

“He’s getting word to Leland we may have more vics,” Jason continued, his voice dropping. “He’s mustering dogs and sonar equipment to search the place. The manager’s not happy about the thought of us tearing up more walls.”

Right that moment, Cait was grateful her team was taking over. Every muscle in her body ached. She worked her jaw side to side and winced. Good Lord, whatever was in the walls packed a wallop.

A hand touched her cheek, and she blinked open her eyes, not realizing she’d drifted off again.

Sam was leaning a hip on the back of the couch, his gaze studying her face. “We got a hit on that license. A stewardess who disappeared in the late eighties.”

Cait swallowed to wet her dry mouth. “So, this may have been going on a while. More reason to get those dogs in here.”

“You’ve got great instincts, Cait.” He gave her a lopsided smile, but then his face grew tight again. Emotion burned in his bitter gaze. “Jason says you had similar trouble here last night. Might have helped to know beforehand.”

Back to square one. Cait closed her eyes. Better to play sick girl than face another round of condemnation.

“Things have been moving pretty fast,” Jason said softly, a hint of warning in his voice.

“Two words,” Sam snapped. “‘Lightning bolts.’ Doesn’t take more than a second to get across the point there might be danger entering that room.”

“Sorry,” she croaked.

“What’s that?” Sam asked, cupping his ear as an eyebrow arched. “Not sure I heard you right. The Cait I know doesn’t like apologizing.”

Anger burned away the teary feelings, and she glared upward into his face.

His lips twitched.

Irritation ran along her spine. So he was playing her.

“You look better. Got a little color back in those pasty cheeks, O’Connell.”

An older man with thin, graying hair and thick black-rimmed glasses approached, wringing his hands. “Detectives, how long are you going to be here? The guests are getting nervous.”

“They should be, Mr. Lewis,” Sam bit out. “Might want to refund their money and send them elsewhere.”

“Sam.” Cait reached out her hand. She tugged his arm to bring him closer to hear her whisper. “We need folks to stay right where they are. We need to canvass. One of them might know something.”

“Think I’m a rookie? I wasn’t gonna let anyone go until they’d been questioned.”

“But I think they need to stay at the hotel even after they’re questioned. Just not anywhere near 323.”

“Fine.” He gave a crisp nod and his gaze narrowed. “I’ll get uniforms going room to room. Anything other than the usual you want them to ask?”

“I need to know whether they’ve ever detected odd smells and where. Also, have any been living or working here long? That’s all I can think of.” She pushed up again. “I need to go…”

Sam and the EMT pushed her back down. “We’ll handle it,” Sam said, his voice firm. “You’re going to the hospital to be checked out.”

“No time,” she croaked with a shake of her head.

“Cait, now’s not the time to get stubborn.” His eyes flashed. “You need a mirror. You look like hell.”

She pushed out her lower lip. “I’ll get a brush.”

Sam stood and fisted both his hands on his hips. “Do I have to sit on you in the ambulance to make sure you behave?”

Her face felt tight, but she managed to wrinkle her nose. “You’re not the boss of me.”

A glint of heat sparked in his eyes. “Sometimes, I am.”

She laughed, and then moaned, because the sharp action hurt her diaphragm enough to reconsider. “All right, but don’t leave me there long. I’ll need a ride to wherever we’re headed next.”

His eyebrows formed a single disapproving line. “If they release you, you’re going straight home.”

Rather than argue the point, she clamped her lips tight. And he expected full disclosure? Soon as her feet hit the floor at the hospital, she had an errand to run. If he didn’t want to accompany her, it was just his tough luck. This investigation had been blown wide open. Even though she’d seen plenty of strange shit, this one was beyond her level of expertise.

Too bad he was playing the heavy. She would have liked having his support when she sought out the one man who might shed some light on what they were facing.

But then again, maybe going alone was just as well. The last time she’d seen Morin, they’d both been naked and locked in an embrace. Something Sam hadn’t liked one little bit.

“Any more arguments?” This came from the EMT. His green eyes danced with humor.

Did this handsome wannabe doctor think he was going to play boss like Sam?

She gave him a withering glance, but maybe her face wasn’t working right because he didn’t even flinch.

Just great. All out of mean, and aching head to toe, she lay back and let herself be lifted onto a gurney, Sam watching all the while, his laser-blue eyes glinting with satisfaction.