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you didn’t
want anybody to know, you wouldn’t blog about people’s split personalities that
come to life. You’ve been screaming for attention.”
    “I wasn’t screaming.” Though I’d
been known to begin my entries with “Argh!” “Lots of people blog about their
dissatisfaction.”
    “Clues a child could follow.”
Samantha pushed her hair back, and it returned to its spot with nary a wisp.
    I sighed. “Do you promise you’re
not going to make me run for office or fight terrorists? Or be a spy? I don’t
want to be a spy.”
    “The people we’re taking you to see
don’t get involved in that kind of thing,” John assured me.
    “Then what do you want from me?
What do you know about how I can do what I do?”
    “Our boss will talk to you about
that.” John sniffed the air and wrinkled his forehead. “May I have your hand?”
    I extended a pointy finger. He
took my whole hand and turned it over, and I swear, he licked my wrist over my
pulse. Tingles of pleasure, unexpected and sharp, shot up my limb and into
other places. Alfonso and Samantha acted as if nothing were unusual about their
comrade licking some woman’s arm.
    I yanked my hand back, still
tingling. “What the hell?” I rubbed my wrist where he’d licked me, but I
couldn’t erase the strange, erotic sensation.
    John appeared to mull something
over in his mouth and mind. “When you see lies, you must use a combination
of... It’s unique. It explains why Psytech was so anxious to get to you first.
We finally scooped them.”
    “It’s about time,” Samantha said.
“Those jerks are running us into the ground.”
    “You just licked me. Hey. Hey!” I
got their attention by yelling. The cats both meowed. “You licked me.”
    “Yes,” John acknowledged. “It’s
one of the easiest ways to tell how you’re different from other people.”
     I had to know. “Do I taste like
beef instead of chicken? Am I an alien?”
    Samantha burst out laughing. Even
Alfonso, who hadn’t spoken except to tell John and Samantha we’d shaken our
pursuers, grinned.
    “You’re perfectly human,” John
said.
    “Have you met many people like
me?”
    Samantha touched the corner of
her eye. “Cleo, sweetie, we’re all like you.”

Chapter 2
    When is a bagel
not a bagel?
     
    Their headquarters was a dump. I
was expecting some kind of high tech, retinal scan, white-and-silver office
building with the three G’s—guards, gates and guns. Instead, Alfonso pulled
into a run-down strip mall in front of a chiropractor’s office. Dawn had hit us
like an axe an hour out of Nashville, and I felt less than sterling. I envied
the people getting out of bed and grabbing a shower and a cup of coffee that
wasn’t from a fast food restaurant.
    “Which office is yours, the
chiropractor or the cell phone place?” I fumbled out of the car and tried to
straighten my legs. Alfonso caught my arm before I ate pavement that looked
suspiciously like my parking lot in Chicago.
    “It’s good camouflage,” he said.
“Our actual company is named YuriCorp.”
    “Oh, it’s a secret hideout. I can see why you’d want to keep it that way.”
    John came to stand beside me. I
smiled up at him and asked, “Now that we’re here, can you tell me your super
power?”
    “This is where you’ll be staying
while you’re in Nashville.” John, ignoring my question, yet again, unlocked the
glass door of the chiropractor and motioned me inside.
    Ooooo-kay. I could use an
adjustment after nine hours in the car. I hoped the other clients weren’t allergic
to cat dander. “I want to let the cats out. They need a break and some water.”
    I tugged Boris’s carrier with
both hands, my satchel, which weighed nearly as much as the cat/carrier combo,
on top of it.
    “I’ll get that and give it a
rinse in the shower.” Alfonso grabbed the carrier and disappeared around a
beige carpeted wall that blocked the majority of the office from the waiting
room and receptionist’s