Sharp (Mindspace Investigations, Book 2)
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HISTORY HAS A WAY OF REPEATING ITSELF, EVEN FOR TELEPATHS....
As a Level Eight telepath, I am the best police interrogator in the department. But I'm not a cop—I never will be—and my only friend on the force, Homicide Detective Isabella Cherabino, is avoiding me because of a telepathic link I created by accident.
And I might not even be an interrogator for much longer. Our boss says unless I pull out a miracle, I'll be gone before Christmas. I need this job, damn it. It's the only thing keeping me sane.
Parts for illegal Tech—the same parts used to bring the world to its knees in the Tech Wars sixty years ago—are being hijacked all over the city. Plus Cherbino's longtime nemesis, a cop killer, has resurfaced with a vengeance. If I can stay alive long enough, I just might be able to prove my worth, once and for all...
frowning contemptuously. “Let’s get on with this.” Coleen moved forward into my field of vision. “You need to tell him to drop his shields now. This will take a good five minutes or more.” There was one last thing I had to know before I died, or worse, had my gift stripped away. I took a shallow breath and asked it. “Why—Emily . . . ?” “She had a connection I needed,” Tamika said, stand- ing over me. “Coleen, now is the time. It’s time for me to have my justice.” “Not—justice. Is
he wanted. “Today what?” After all day trying to force work past my limitations, my attention span now rivaled a gnat’s. If the gnat was feeling peckish. “Could you repeat that please?” “What are you grateful for today?” he prompted. “Oh. Grateful.” Every week at our usual morning coffee, he made me list three things I was grateful for, and had for the last six years. Even the question made me taste the strong licorice coffee all over again. But we’d missed this
fault.” I reached over and put my hand over hers. A small, sad smile. “I—just, could you keep an eye out please? We’ll find whoever did this. It’s just odd enough, and after Bradley . . .” “Yeah, I get it. We’re all running scared after Bradley started killing normals. I’ll help however I can,” Kara said. “If I haven’t said so before, thank you for your help. I’m glad we caught him.” “Me too,” I said, and glanced at my watch. I’d have to hurry to finish the omelet so I could get
hated saying I was sorry. It stung like the fires of hell every time. “I need you to apologize, and mean it. To do your best to make restitution, as best you can, so you can make a start on forgiving yourself.” “I don’t deserve forgiveness.” The words popped out of my mouth before I could call them back. I flushed, embarrassed even to say the words, words I knew Swartz would hate. But he didn’t yell. Instead, looking grave, he put a hand on the table. “Let’s talk about that today.”
you’re new you’d better—” “Cherabino.” “—stay the hell away from my station because—” Cherabino! I yelled through the Link. She stopped cold and sent me a glare that would melt lead. “Stay the hell out of my head and I’ll deal with you later.” What? “Edgar Stone.” He gave a nod of greeting. “I’m this man’s new Guild overseer.” She sputtered. Finally to me: “Is this true?” “Is what true?” “Is this true!” “He’s Guild. That much is true, and he’s been sent—”