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She could feel Rex next to her, his mind spi
Everybody happy, blissfully ignorant that this battle had hardly begun.
Midnight ended.
Dess returned right on time, just as the car rumbled to life beneath Rex and Melissa. She had kept the old Ford ru
They jumped off the hood and got in, Dess opening a rear door with a dazed expression on her face. When her head was really in the numbers, she didn’t talk much, so Rex and Melissa maintained a respectful silence.
Melissa drove them home through back roads, avoiding police cars by feel. At midnight on Sunday there were very few humans awake in Bixby, so the cops were easy to taste. But every once in a while Melissa did catch a snatch of thought here or there, a sleepless worry, a late night argument, an eruption of a dream or nightmare.
There’s no way I can pay this bill….
How was I supposed to know she was allergic to peanuts?
I can’t believe it’s Monday again tomorrow….
We must have Jessica Day.
Melissa started, her hands gripping the wheel tightly at the last intense burst of thought. She searched for the source, tried to distill it from the noise of worries and night terrors and dream stuff, but it had disappeared back into the chaos of Bixby’s mental terrain as quickly as it had surfaced, a stone dropping into a churning ocean.
She took a deep breath, realizing that it was 12:17 A.M.., not midnight. That thought had been human.
“What was that?” Rex asked.
“What was what?”
“You tasted something. Back there. You practically pulled the steering wheel off.”
Melissa glanced at Rex, bit her lip, and shrugged, turning her eyes back to the road.
“It was nothing, Rex. Probably just some kid’s nightmare.”