“I don’t think we’re going to have to work through it. I feel perfectly normal, Megan. Besides, you said the danger period had long passed by the time I left you at the hospital.”

“But that was before I realized that my emotional response was still active even though I was in that coma. The effect may have been delayed. Tell Jane to stay with you anyway. Just in case. Will you do that for me?”

“I’m not going to have her holding my hand, Megan. I’ll be fine. If there’s a problem, I promise to call you. Just try to relax.”

“No way. Dammit, I know this all sounds crazy to you. Hell, it is crazy. But I can’t let go until I know for sure that you’ve not been affected. I’ll check back later.” Megan hung up.

“What was that all about?” Jane asked. “You sounded very soothing. And why should I have to be holding your hand, Eve?”

“You shouldn’t, that’s the point.” Eve turned and walked with her toward the exit. “I’m fine.”

“And why doesn’t Megan Blair think you’re fine? She should know. She’s a doctor, isn’t she?”

Eve nodded. “ER. But she’s not practicing right now.”

“Too busy with this voodoo stuff?”

Voodoo. Yes, that was what Eve had thought when she had first met Megan. She had believed all psychic powers were crap and everyone who claimed to have them charlatans. But she had seen too much in that swamp while they were chasing that killer, Henry Kistle, to discount anything that Megan told her.

Except that last facilitator revelation. Eve still couldn’t quite accept that possibility as reality. It was too bizarre, as Megan had said.

“I guess you could call it voodoo. But Megan isn’t… I respect her, Jane.”

“Then I apologize for being flip. Heaven knows, I realize that there’s more out there than we can see or touch. It’s just that someone like Megan Blair is outside my realm of experience. Where’s your car parked?”