my best friend. We’ve known each other since our college days, when we were in the same fraternity. Do you have a best friend?”
“Not really. I was pretty much a bookworm, and beyond the necessities for professional contacts, I’m not a joiner. You know how it is with the law. If you’re a lawyer, you’re married to the profession. There isn’t much time for a social life. Tell me about your friend. How did he get into parapsychology?”
“I’m not really sure. I can give you the version he hands out to most people. Seems he and his mother both have what he calls extrasensory perception. When we shared an apartment when I was at Georgetown Law, he was forever cautioning me about doing or not doing things. He was usually on the money. The guy is a pure whiz. He’s got his doctorate and an MBA.
“His wife was Miss North Carolina in the Miss America pageant ten years ago. She was the first runner-up. Nice lady. She’s always trying to fix me up with one of her friends,” Wylie said hoping to get a reaction from Lucy. When nothing was forthcoming, he said, “I know you’ll like him. The truth is, it’s impossible not to like Jake,” and focused on the snowy road ahead of them.
Five minutes later, they arrived at the library. “Let’s split up. We’ll hit the stacks, you take one shelf, and I’ll take another. We can make notes and check stuff on the Net when we get home.”
“Sounds good.” Lucy hopped out of the truck and immediately went down on her fanny. Wylie bent down to pick her up and ended up right next to her. He laughed uproariously at their predicament. With their faces just inches apart, vapor from their mouths colliding, Wylie leaned slightly forward, intending to kiss her. Alarmed at how much she wanted that to happen, Lucy moved away from him, and the moment was quickly lost.
Finally, they both managed to get to their feet and into the library. Both of them were huffing and puffing as they shook the fine snow from their jackets. Neither one mentioned how close they’d come to locking their lips together.
“This is a daunting task,” Lucy mumbled an hour later. “I’ve got a list a yard long. We can try the Internet later. Most of what I found are just case studies of people who suddenly get a feeling that something is happening to a loved one and come to find out that whatever it was actually happened. There seem to be thousands of those that are documented. I haven’t found one instance where anyone hears another person’s thoughts.”
“Are you hearing anything now?” Wylie asked as he perused his own list.
“Background voices, but they sound far off. Are you thinking, because if you are, I’m not picking up on it?”
I’m thinking I wanted to kiss you till your teeth rattled, Wylie thought. He watched Lucy’s eyes to see if she was picking up on his thoughts. It didn’t appear so. “I found a book titled The Frontier of the Mind. I think you are receiving some sort of transmissible signal, for want of a better word, from someone else’s brain. Like mine, when you hear me. I think we will just borrow this book and return it later. I’ll stick it inside my jacket. Tell me if anyone is looking. We’ll bring it back or send it FedEx with a donation. Tell me when the coast is clear.”
Lucy’s eyes scanned the massive library. “Do it now,” she whispered.
“Done! Okay, let’s get out of here,” Wylie said in a jittery voice.
“You go out to the car, Wylie. I want to walk around here for a while to see if I… hear anything. Until now, you’re the only person I’ve been around aside from the FBI agents. I want to see if…if I have the same unusual ability here as at home.”
“Okay,” Wylie said as he walked quickly out of the library, the “borrowed” book under his jacket. He knew he’d never make a good thief. His heart was pounding so fast he thought he was going to pass out.
Lucy waited until the door closed behind Wylie before she made her
“Not really. I was pretty much a bookworm, and beyond the necessities for professional contacts, I’m not a joiner. You know how it is with the law. If you’re a lawyer, you’re married to the profession. There isn’t much time for a social life. Tell me about your friend. How did he get into parapsychology?”
“I’m not really sure. I can give you the version he hands out to most people. Seems he and his mother both have what he calls extrasensory perception. When we shared an apartment when I was at Georgetown Law, he was forever cautioning me about doing or not doing things. He was usually on the money. The guy is a pure whiz. He’s got his doctorate and an MBA.
“His wife was Miss North Carolina in the Miss America pageant ten years ago. She was the first runner-up. Nice lady. She’s always trying to fix me up with one of her friends,” Wylie said hoping to get a reaction from Lucy. When nothing was forthcoming, he said, “I know you’ll like him. The truth is, it’s impossible not to like Jake,” and focused on the snowy road ahead of them.
Five minutes later, they arrived at the library. “Let’s split up. We’ll hit the stacks, you take one shelf, and I’ll take another. We can make notes and check stuff on the Net when we get home.”
“Sounds good.” Lucy hopped out of the truck and immediately went down on her fanny. Wylie bent down to pick her up and ended up right next to her. He laughed uproariously at their predicament. With their faces just inches apart, vapor from their mouths colliding, Wylie leaned slightly forward, intending to kiss her. Alarmed at how much she wanted that to happen, Lucy moved away from him, and the moment was quickly lost.
Finally, they both managed to get to their feet and into the library. Both of them were huffing and puffing as they shook the fine snow from their jackets. Neither one mentioned how close they’d come to locking their lips together.
“This is a daunting task,” Lucy mumbled an hour later. “I’ve got a list a yard long. We can try the Internet later. Most of what I found are just case studies of people who suddenly get a feeling that something is happening to a loved one and come to find out that whatever it was actually happened. There seem to be thousands of those that are documented. I haven’t found one instance where anyone hears another person’s thoughts.”
“Are you hearing anything now?” Wylie asked as he perused his own list.
“Background voices, but they sound far off. Are you thinking, because if you are, I’m not picking up on it?”
I’m thinking I wanted to kiss you till your teeth rattled, Wylie thought. He watched Lucy’s eyes to see if she was picking up on his thoughts. It didn’t appear so. “I found a book titled The Frontier of the Mind. I think you are receiving some sort of transmissible signal, for want of a better word, from someone else’s brain. Like mine, when you hear me. I think we will just borrow this book and return it later. I’ll stick it inside my jacket. Tell me if anyone is looking. We’ll bring it back or send it FedEx with a donation. Tell me when the coast is clear.”
Lucy’s eyes scanned the massive library. “Do it now,” she whispered.
“Done! Okay, let’s get out of here,” Wylie said in a jittery voice.
“You go out to the car, Wylie. I want to walk around here for a while to see if I… hear anything. Until now, you’re the only person I’ve been around aside from the FBI agents. I want to see if…if I have the same unusual ability here as at home.”
“Okay,” Wylie said as he walked quickly out of the library, the “borrowed” book under his jacket. He knew he’d never make a good thief. His heart was pounding so fast he thought he was going to pass out.
Lucy waited until the door closed behind Wylie before she made her
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