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It was her shrink, the one she went to until she was about twelve, who had come up with the idea of connecting Jess to her father through the music he listened to most. It was odd having Megadeth blaring at her to give her comfort, but there it was.  
    She honked her horn at an SUV and took the entrance ramp to the Southern State Parkway. She had one more stop to make before going home.  
     
     
    “World without end, amen.”
    Jessica knelt before the small statue of Mary, where the baptismal font was kept. She was alone in St. Matthew’s Church. Only a few lights were on, and the flickering candles to her right created undulating shadows against the wall.  
    It was quiet here. Peaceful.  
    Even though there was no one to disturb, she gently placed the kneeler up so as not to make a sound. Exiting the pew, she faced the altar, made the sign of the cross while kneeling on one knee. As was her ritual, she placed a ten dollar bill in the poor box, touched the long wick to one of the lit candles and transferred the flame to a new candle. She said another silent prayer for her father, and hoped he was by her mother’s side.  
    She left the church feeling stronger, more in control. The last night had been hell. She needed a little heaven to tip the scales back toward sanity.  
    She had long ago reconciled her religious beliefs with her paranormal beliefs. For her, they could easily and logically coexist. Faith had the same weight as fact, and she had plenty of both. It saddened her that so many in the paranormal field either had no room for religion, or used it in excess to explain and do things that were simply not plausible.  
    Life was all about balance.  
    She gunned the Jeep out of the church parking lot, Cinderella pounding from the Bose speakers. She chuckled. Oh yeah, I’m balanced all right.  

Chapter Six
    Eddie decided to make one last stop at The Rhine.  
    Landscapers were weeding the garden in the front of The Rhine’s relatively new home. The center had moved into the building, which looked more like a nice, large-ish house, a little over ten years ago. He nodded hello to Diego who had been tending the grounds well before Eddie started his “internship”.  
    The reception area was empty. Eddie walked upstairs to Dr. Froemer’s office. He paused to look in at the darkened testing area. He couldn’t even calculate the number of hours he’d spent in there undergoing sequencing tests and predicting cards from a specially designed deck called zener cards created for psi research. Each of the five cards had a specific symbol—a star, cross, circle, wavy lines and a square. The trick was to guess which card the person holding the deck was looking at. Even a person without psychic abilities could guess correctly about twenty percent of the time. Eddie consistently guessed correctly well over seventy percent of the time.  
    His days were also filled with a multitude of psychokinetic experiments where he was asked to move objects with his mind. These particular tests were mentally and physically draining, but proved to be the most astounding of all. Eddie could pick up, shift and even levitate household items, sometimes while he was even a room away. The hours of recordings he had undergone would provide decades of study. They had even tried remote viewing, which was the ability to have a controlled out-of-body experience in order to travel to selected points on a map and describe the surroundings. Though he tested off the charts for everything, remote viewing was not his forte. He was grateful for his lack of expertise, because it was one less experimental track he had to take.  
    He knocked on Dr. Froemer’s door.  
    He heard the doctor’s muffled voice shout, “I said I’m not hungry. Now please, take your lunch and stop worrying about me. I’ll eat only when I need to, not just because the clock says I have to eat lunch at half past noon.”
    Eddie eased the door open. “I hate to disappoint