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Jones.
    Laurel returned to the
table and sat at the end nearest Jones.
    "Good news, Val.
In consideration of your job history and your cooperation with us today, we're
going to keep what you've told us confidential. What you do regarding your
little fender bender is your business, okay?" Laurel said.
    "Are you sure?"
Jones asked.
    "If somebody
finds out, they didn't find out from us," Laurel swore.
    "Oh my God! Thank
you, thank you," Jones smiled and gave a nod of thanks for them all. Then
she looked to Laurel and frowned once more. "But what do I do about my
boyfriend?"
    "I've got an idea
about that, too," Laurel said.
     
    Jones left soon thereafter with further
words of thanks and a pledge to follow Laurel's idea: Since she couldn't locate
the victim of her hit and run, Jones would visit her local body and paint shop
and arrange to anonymously pay some poor soul's tab. Of course, she would cover
the cost of fixing her boyfriend's truck, too. They exchanged phone numbers and
Laurel promised to follow up with Jones.
    After sending Jones on
her way, Laurel and the men rode the elevator back to the top floor.
    "You handled that
well, Miss Comfort," Davis offered. "If I came off a bit brisk before—
My oldest daughter got her driver's license this year. And her mother convinced
me – against my better judgment, mind you – to buy the girl a car."
    "An Acura, right
Brendt?" Miller added.
    Laurel saw where the
story was headed, "How long did it last?"
    "Seven weeks,"
he said. "Seven weeks and she totaled that Acura," Davis sighed.
    Totaled? "Was she alright?"
    "Oh, Lord yes.
Multiple airbags, seatbelts and all that. Scared the crap out of the little
snot, though."
    "But she should
feel scared," Laurel said.
    "Exactly,"
Davis said.
    Once again on the top
floor, they paused outside the elevator before going separate ways.
    Davis asked, "Laurel?
When you were outlining Val's penance, at the end you whispered something to
her?"
    Laurel blushed, "I
told her she owed her boyfriend a lot of oral sex."
    Davis nodded, "I
believe you're correct."

Chapter 2
 
    Miller checked in with Cindy, but Archer
hadn't called back. In his office, Miller did an internet search on Jaqui and
her husband's murder. Laurel placed her chair next to Miller's so she could
follow along. She didn't ask permission and he didn't seem to pay any mind. But
it was all old news to Laurel. Instead, she kept thinking back to the interview
with Val and wondering if Miller had used his powers in any way. It didn't seem
like he had. Why not? Was it really dangerous?
    "That line
earlier, with Val, about it being dangerous? You were conning her, right?"
Laurel asked.
    Miller glanced at
Laurel, nodded, then added, "Some psychics hurt people. I don't allow that
here."
    "So with Jones
just now, did you even read her thoughts?" Laurel asked.
    "Why? I thought
you believed her."
    "Oh, I believe
her. It just seems odd that you would go to the trouble of lying to her about
the danger and then not use your ability if it wasn't actually dangerous,"
Laurel reasoned.
    Miller replied, though
he'd resumed skimming the news, "I read her just enough to confirm she was
telling the truth."
    "But why hold
back?" She persisted.
    Miller sighed and
faced her once more, "It wouldn't hurt her, but it could hurt me ."
    "Oh," Laurel
replied. She hadn't been expecting that. " Did it hurt ?" She
asked, touching his arm.
    "No," he
reassured her. "It was briefly distressing ."
    "Because she was upset?" Laurel wondered aloud.
    "Something like
that," Nathan confirmed.
    He seemed ready to
drop the subject but she was more curious than before. "So whatever they
feel, you feel it, too?"
    Miller nodded and
said, "Think about the worst thing that's ever happened to you."
    "I don't want to
think about that," Laurel whispered.
    "Neither do I,
which is why I'm not reading your thoughts," he said. "But people don't
hire me to find out the good things, Laurel. They hire me when something bad
happens."
    "So you