door lock, but it wasn’t until I reached across the way to
touch her bound wrist that she tried to jerk away from me.
“Ambrose,” I said. “San Francisco. Ambrose. San Francisco…” Those
words, over and over again, as I sank into her mind. The pressure that had
been steadily building from the moment I boarded the plane in Maryland
released with a soft sigh. I felt myself lean closer to her, a rushing stream of
thoughts filtering through her mind. They were blindingly bright—there
was a painfully