his options, Karl hears the click of the woman's heels on marble.
"We're waiting, Mr. Latte."
To the agent, Karl says, "Maybe another time, huh?"
Not happy, he backs off, "Yeah, another time."
In a large room the girl and her mother wait. Still not introducing herself, the governor's wife raises a stiff arm, motioning him in. At first he resents the chill. Then he thinks of the hell she's been through the last day and a half. No sleep, mind flashing horrific negatives—her baby hurting, alone, and he understands, forgives. Stepping close to her, he says, "I'll find her."
Whole body trembling as if she's resisting mounting internal pressure, she nods quickly, biting her lip. Karl senses desperation in her strong enough to curdle milk. Desperation enough to try anything. Desperate enough to let a psychic, showing up in a Hawaiian print shirt and tennis shorts in the middle of January talk to a little girl in pigtails.
Karl sits cross-legged on the rug, handwoven Cashmere by the feel, and with h
"We're waiting, Mr. Latte."
To the agent, Karl says, "Maybe another time, huh?"
Not happy, he backs off, "Yeah, another time."
In a large room the girl and her mother wait. Still not introducing herself, the governor's wife raises a stiff arm, motioning him in. At first he resents the chill. Then he thinks of the hell she's been through the last day and a half. No sleep, mind flashing horrific negatives—her baby hurting, alone, and he understands, forgives. Stepping close to her, he says, "I'll find her."
Whole body trembling as if she's resisting mounting internal pressure, she nods quickly, biting her lip. Karl senses desperation in her strong enough to curdle milk. Desperation enough to try anything. Desperate enough to let a psychic, showing up in a Hawaiian print shirt and tennis shorts in the middle of January talk to a little girl in pigtails.
Karl sits cross-legged on the rug, handwoven Cashmere by the feel, and with h