Kay Hooper - Hunting Fear

"Any sign of him?" Lucas asked.

"No. The bulletins are out, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was able to go to ground up in the mountains, at least for a while. We will get him, though. Sooner or later. For what it's worth, I have a hunch he put the oxygen canister in with Samantha against his father's orders."

"Because," Samantha said slowly, "killing me slowly wasn't the point, not this time. Killing me-and torturing Luke-was. That's what Gilbert would have wanted."

Bishop nodded. "I also have a hunch that when we've sifted through the evidence found at Gilbert's base and catch up with Brady, we'll find that Brady was used by his father to gather information and to help transport the machinery, but that he had never actually killed or even helped abduct or transport any of the victims. Until Samantha."

"Why didn't you suspect Gilbert?" Lucas asked him. "I assume you've been looking into my past cases ever since Sam got in touch, so-"

"Andrew Gilbert was supposed to be dead," Bishop answered. "He'd done a fine job of faking his own death almost four years ago. A fire at one of his warehouses, a body the right size and sex found wearing his watch and wedding ring. We'll have to contact the authorities out there and have that body exhumed, attempt identification. There will probably be some connection to Andrew Gilbert. He needed a body and would have looked close to home. Probably his first murder."

"Setting his plan in motion even then," Quentin said, shaking his head. "The things people will get up to."

"Speaking of which," Jaylene said, "I'm ready for my supper. Now that all the shouting's over and you guys can all be public, who wants to buy me a steak?"

It was a fairly transparent attempt to get them out of Samantha's room, but Sam appreciated the effort and smiled at the other woman.

Jaylene linked her arms with Quentin and Galen, and said, "Boss, you coming?"

"Meet you at the elevator."

"Good enough. See you tomorrow, Sam."

"Goodnight."

When they were gone, Bishop said to Samantha, "I meant what I told you earlier."

"Turban and all?"

He smiled. "That turban might come in handy for undercover work someday."

"What about the credibility issue?"

"I think the unit's reputation is strong enough now. You're welcome, Samantha. We could really use another seer, especially one as strong as you are. Give it some serious thought."

"I will."

"We also might be able to help with the headaches and nosebleeds. Meditation techniques, biofeedback. The methods help some of our psychics."

"Something else I'll bear in mind. Thanks, Bishop."

"Good night, you two." He left the room.

Lucas gazed after him for a moment, then sat on the edge of Samantha's bed and looked down at her. "We make a good team," he said.

"Only because I can piss you off," she said, but smiled.

"Join the unit, Sam. I need you."

"But do you want to need me. That's the question."

"I found you today because I needed you. Because I couldn't imagine my life without you in it. And I found you because you were right about my abilities. What the SCU couldn't uncover in five years, you touched in less than two weeks."

"It's only a beginning," she said.

"I know. It's going to take time. For me to deal with the pain I've been carrying around all these years, and for us. We have a lot of things to settle, I think, a lot of things to work through."

Samantha drew a breath, and said, "I'm willing if you are."

He took one of her bandaged hands gently in both of his and said in a very steady voice, "Then I want to tell you about my twin brother, Bryan, and about the man who abducted, tortured, and murdered him when we were twelve years old."

So she sat there in her hospital bed and listened to the tragedy that had created in him an obsession to find other lost souls-and the psychic abilities to do it. And as he talked slowly, painfully, she saw the beginning of healing.

And knew the rest would come.

Friday, April 5

Damn," Samantha said. "You're trying too hard," Lucas said, handing her his handkerchief.

She held the linen to her nose and peered at him in faint amusement. "Like you, I don't know any other way to try. What is that, anyway?" With her free hand, she gestured to the twisted bit of metal on the table before her.

"What did you see?"

"Smoke, flames. Heard a crunching sound. Caught a glimpse of a man, I think, moving through the smoke. Looked like he was carrying a gasoline can."

Lucas smiled. "Arson. The police chief who sent us this thought so but hasn't been able to prove it. There was stored gasoline on the property, so finding traces of the fuel wasn't proof of arson."

"Okay. But my vision isn't proof either."

"No, but having his suspicions confirmed is all he wanted. He'll work on the investigation the traditional way and hopefully find the proof he needs."

"You still haven't told me what this thing is."

"An old car was parked in the garage of the building, and the chief suspected the fire started there. This is a piece of it." Lucas picked up the twisted metal and returned it to the evidence bag. Til have it returned to him."

Samantha refolded the handkerchief and held it to her nose briefly, then checked the cloth and gave it back to him. "You know, I've been waiting for you to tell me to buy my own handkerchiefs, or at least start carrying tissues, but you never do."

"My husbandly duty."

Samantha started laughing. "Was that in the vows? Because I don't remember it."

"Right after the 'for better or worse' part, I think." He pulled her up from her chair, smiling, and into his arms.

"We're at work," she reminded him.

"We're off the clock," he countered. "Just stopped by to clear this last thing off my desk before we leave. And I'm hoping we get out of here before Bishop finds another case for us."

Entering the room just in time to hear that, Bishop said, "Would I be that cruel?" And when Samantha appeared to consider the matter seriously, he smiled and added, "No, I wouldn't. Besides, we've an unusually light caseload at the moment."

"Is that why Quentin is among the missing?" Samantha wanted to know. "Finally taking his vacation time?"

"Yeah, but it's a busman's holiday," Bishop replied. "A cold case he wants to reopen."

"Sounds tame enough," Lucas commented.

"With Quentin involved?" Bishop shook his head. "The last off-the-clock case he worked got Kendra shot."

"Then let's hope he finds nothing but dusty paperwork," Samantha offered.

"It would be a welcome change. Especially since things are nice and quiet around here."

"Here you are," Miranda told him as she came into the room. "And bite your tongue. All it takes is for one of us to comment on not being busy, and we find the entire unit snowed under with cases."

"Then," her husband said, "I suggest we get out of here ourselves."

"Now, there's an idea." She smiled at the other couple. "I say you two take off and enjoy your honeymoon. We'll still be here when you get back. And you," she added to her husband, "owe me dinner. I was right about that lawyer."

"I'm not arguing." Bishop took his wife's hand and said to the other two, "Have fun. And don't come back a day early."

"We won't," Lucas promised.

Gazing after the other couple, Samantha said musingly, "Bishop and Miranda, Tony and Kendra, Isabel and Rafe, you and me. Is there another unit in the FBI with four married teams?"

"No. But, then, there's no other unit like the SCU, is there?"

"True enough." She smiled up at him. "The carnival seems like a long way away. And a long time ago."

"Do you miss it?"

"No. The life we have…" She shook her head a little. "Beyond anything I ever dreamed of having. In case I haven't said thank you-"