And while it didn't trigger any of her normal senses, it mimicked them. Kaitlyn smelled roses. She felt a burning in her head-a painful searing that built until a light like one of Lewis's flashbulbs went off in her brain. Then, through the explosion, she heard a voice.
Gabriel's voice.
Get out of there! He just came in the back door!
For a moment Kait stood paralyzed. Knowing that Gabriel could communicate directly with her mind was very different from feeling it. Her first reaction was that she was hallucinating; it was impossible.
Rob was gasping. "God. He's a telepath."
Shut up, Kessler. Move. Do something. You're about to get caught.
Kaitlyn felt another wave of astonishment. The communication was two-way-Gabriel could hear Rob.
Then some primitive instinct within her awoke and shoved all speculation aside. This wasn't the time to think-it was time to act.
She threw the letters back in the tray and slid the drawers of the file cabinet shut. Then she had an idea and she tried to do something she'd never done before. She tried to send a thought. She didn't know how to send one, but she tried, concentrating on the burning-roses sensation in her head. Gabriel-can you hear me? You need to tell Anna he's here. Tell her to hang on to the dogs until-I can hear you, Kaitlyn. It's Anna. The answer was lighter, calmer, than Gabriel's communication. It was a lot like Anna's speaking voice.
Kaitlyn realized something. Not only could she hear Anna, but she had a sense of where Anna was, and what Anna was doing. It was as if she could feel Anna's presence. And Lewis's . . .
Lewis, shut the panel, she thought. And then get upstairs. Anna, let the dogs go as soon as he does.
And what are you going to do? Lewis asked. Kait could sense that he was working on the panel.
Hide, Rob said briefly, turning off the fluorescent lights in the hallway and the office.
Although it seemed like hours since the explosion in Kaitlyn's mind, she knew it was only a few seconds.
This strange telepathy might be very, very disconcerting, but it was an extraordinarily efficient way to communicate.
I've got the panel shut. I'm going upstairs, Lewis said.
I'm letting the dogs go-quick, Lewis! Come on! Anna's voice sharpened, and Kait felt a surge of urgency from her.
What's happening? Kait demanded.
Wait-I think it's all right. Yes. Now what Kait felt from Anna was relief. He was coming around through the dining room just as we went up the stairs, but I don't think he saw us. He was looking down at the dogs.
You two had better get into bed. He might come upstairs, Rob said. Kaitlyn turned toward him in the dark. It was fascinating-his silent mental voice sounded just like his ordinary voice, but more so. It was more honest, it seemed to carry more of him in it. Right now it was full of quiet concern for Anna and Lewis.
"Or he might come down here," Rob's real voice whispered to Kait. "Come on."
He took her hand. How he could navigate in the dark was beyond her, but he guided them both to the corner desk.
"Get under it," he whispered. "The file cabinets block off the view from the door."
Kaitlyn found herself squeezing into a very tight place.
And then they waited. There was nothing else to do. Kaitlyn's heart was beating violently, seeming loud in the quietness. Her hand in Rob's was slick. Sitting still was much harder than moving and talking had been.
Another fear had gripped her. This was Gabriel's power, right? The one that had killed Iris, the girl in Durham; that had driven the Mohawk volunteer crazy after forty-five seconds. How long had Gabriel kept their minds linked up tonight? And how much longer before he started to suck their brains out?
It has to get unstable, she reminded herself. That's what he said. He can control it if he keeps the contact short.
She was still afraid. Even though Gabriel hadn't said anything since the beginning, she could feel him out there. A strong presence, surrounded by smooth, hard walls. He was keeping them all in contact. And every second that ticked by made the contact more dangerous.
Beside her, Rob stiffened. Listen, he said.
Kaitlyn heard. A sliding, rattling sound. The panel.
I don't think that's Lewis, Rob said.
It's not. I'm in bed, Lewis said.
Anna's mental voice was clear and purposeful. Do you want us to do anything, Kait?
Kait took a deep breath, then sent the thought, No, just sit tight. We'll be fine. At the same time she felt Rob squeeze her hand. There were some things that could be said without even telepathy. She and Rob both knew that they wouldn't be fine-but she couldn't think of any way for Anna to help.
Light suddenly showed in a diffuse fan pattern on the office floor. Mr. Zetes had turned on the fluorescents in the hallway.
Please don't let him come in. Please don't let him come in, Kaitlyn thought. Then she tried to stop thinking, in case the others could hear her panic.
The office door was opening, light spilling in.
Beneath the desk, Kaitlyn buried her face in Rob's shoulder, trying to keep absolutely still. If he didn't actually come in-if he only looked in ...
More light. Mr. Z had turned on the office switch. Now he had only to step beyond the file cabinets to see them.
I wonder if we'll be terminated, Kait thought. Like Sabrina. Like Marisol. She wanted to jump out and get it over with, to confront Mr. Zetes. They were lost anyway. The only thing that kept her from moving was Rob's arm around her.
Upstairs, she heard a wild clamor. An explosion of barking and baying.
What is it? she thought.
Gabriel's voice, cool sarcasm underlaid with heated anger, came back. I've riled the dogs a little. I figure that should bring him up.
Kaitlyn held her breath. There was a pause, then the lights in the office went off and the door shut. A minute later the light in the hallway went off, too- and then she heard a rattle.
She sagged against Rob. He squeezed her with both arms and she clung back, even though it was really too warm for clinging.
Above, the barking went on and on. Then, gradually, it faded as if getting more distant.
Gabriel's voice came again. He's taking them out to the limo. I don't think he's coming back, but Joyce might be-any minute now.
Lewis, Rob said, get us out of here.
Ten minutes later, they were all upstairs in the study.
It was perfectly dark except for the moonlight coming in the window. They could barely see each other, but that didn't matter. They could feel each other.
Kaitlyn had never been so aware of other people in her life. She knew where each of them was; she had a vague sense of what each was doing. It was as if they were not quite separate creatures-isolated and yet attached somehow.
Like insects caught in a huge web, she thought. Tied together by almost invisible threads. Every pull on the strands lets you know someone else is moving. Her artist's mind gave her an image: the five of them hanging trapped, spread-eagled, and the silken strands between them humming with power.
"Nice picture. But I don't want to be trapped in a web with you," Lewis said mildly.
"And I don't want to have you reading my thoughts," Kaitlyn told him. "That was private."
How am I. . . "I mean, how am I supposed to tell?" Lewis asked, changing from mental voice to ordinary voice in midsentence.
"Nobody likes it," Rob said. "Switch it off, Gabriel."
There was a silence which Kaitlyn sensed with both mind and ears.
Everyone turned to look at Gabriel. He looked back with cold defiance.
"Fine," he said. "Just tell me how."
Kaitlyn stared into the darkness where Gabriel was sitting.
What do you mean? Rob asked, deadly quiet. He didn't even seem to notice he wasn't speaking out loud.
"What have you done before?" Anna put in quickly. "I mean, how does it stop, usually?"
Gabriel turned to her. "Usually? When people drop dead or start screaming."
There was another blank silence, then a sudden gabble of voices, both mental and otherwise.
Are you saying it's going to kill us?-that was Lewis.
"Just a minute; let's all stay calm."-Anna.
I think you'd better start explaining, buddy!-Rob.
Gabriel sat for a moment, and Kait had the feeling of raised hackles and bared teeth from him-like one of the rottweilers. Then, slowly and coldly, he began to explain.
It was the story he'd told Kaitlyn about his powers:
about how Iris, the girl in Durham, had died, about his escape afterward, about the man who'd tried to kill him, the man he'd killed instead. He told it without emotion-but Kaitlyn could feel the emotion that was suppressed behind the wall. They all could- and Kaitlyn could tell that, too.
I hate this as much as you do, Gabriel finished. The last thing I want is to see what's in your helpless little minds. But if I knew how to control it, I wouldn't be here.
He feels more trapped than anyone else. Like a spider caught in its own web, Anna commented, and Kaitlyn wondered if it was meant to be a shared insight, or if Anna was just thinking it.
"But then why did you do it to us tonight?" Rob demanded. Kait could feel the bewilderment emanating from him. Direct contact with Gabriel's mind had shaken his view of Gabriel as a selfish, ruthless killer-Kaitlyn could tell that. Which was funny, she thought, because the image of a selfish, ruthless killer was exactly what Gabriel was trying so hard to project right now. "If you knew you couldn't control it, why did you use telepathy on us?" Rob said angrily.
Because I couldn't think of any other way to save your useless necks! Gabriel's reply had the force of a knockout blow.
Rob sat back.