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“I’ll make you a deal, Bert. I’ll settle for you giving them back their check, instead of a personal check from you, but you have to stop this shit. We make enough money, Bert, you don’t have to cheat people.”

“They offered the money. I didn’t ask for it.”

“No, but I bet you made it so they’d think of it. Nothing said outright, like you said, but you put it out there, somehow, you made them think of it.”

He opened his mouth, closed it, then leaned back against the door. “Maybe I did, but, Anita, they made it so easy.”

“You just couldn’t resist, could you?”

He let out his breath in a long shoulder moving sigh. “I lost my head, a little.”

I shook my head and almost laughed. “No more losing your head, Bert, okay?”

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise. You wouldn’t believe me.”

I did laugh. “I can’t argue that.”

“Do you want me to tear up the check now?”

I watched his face for the signs of pain that parting with money usually cost him, but all I saw was a resignedness, as if he’d already given the money up for lost.

“Not yet.”

He looked up, hope showing momentarily in his pale eyes.

“Don’t get excited. It’s a slender little hope, but if it helps lead to something that can help the police then we’ll have earned some money. If it doesn’t, then we can return the money.”

“Do I want to know what your plan is?” What he was asking was, was it illegal, and did he not want to know so he’d be able to deny it later. Bert knew that I stepped over lines that wouldn’t just get jail time, but an execution notice. I knew that he was just this side of a con-man, a swindler, but he knew, or suspected, that I was just this side of a cold-blooded killer. There were bosses that couldn’t have handled that doubt, or that almost knowledge. We stood and met each other’s eyes, and we had an understanding, Bert and I.

“I’m going to see if the cops will bring down some of the boy’s clothes for Evans to look at.”

“The touch clairvoyant that tried to cut his own hands off?” He made a face when he said it.

“He’s out of the hosptial,” I said.

He frowned. “But didn’t the paper say that he tried to cut off his hands so he wouldn’t see murders and violence every time he touched something?”

I nodded.

“Anita, I never thought I’d say this, but leave the poor guy alone. I’ll give back the money.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. Was he being nice to fool me? Did he mean it? Out loud, I said, “Evans is feeling better than he has in years. He’s taking active clients again.”

Bert looked at me, and it wasn’t an entirely friendly look. “This man has tried to kill himself to keep from seeing these things, and you want to take items from a serial killer case where he cut up a nice teenage couple. That’s cold, Anita, that’s truly cold.”

“Evans put himself back on the market, Bert, I didn’t. He’s married now, and he’s a lot more relaxed than he ever was before.”

“Love may be grand, Anita, but it doesn’t cure everything.”

“Nope,” I said, “it doesn’t.” What I didn’t try to explain to Bert was that Evans’s new wife was a projective psychic null. She negated most psychic abilities within yards of her. Evans was a lot calmer around her. She truly had saved him.

His small pale eyes narrowed at me. “That man out there, the boy, he’s your boyfriend.”

I nodded.

“Just your boyfriend?” he made it a question.

“What else could he be, Bert?” And it was my turn to have the innocent face.

He shook his head. “I don’t know, but the noises from your office were a hell of a show, and that was without any visuals.”

I didn’t blush, because I was working too hard at keeping control of my face and eyes. “Do you really want to know, Bert, or do you want deniability later?”

He stood there for a moment, thinking, then shook his head. “I don’t need to know.”

“No,” I said, “you don’t.”

“But you’d tell me the truth, if I wanted to know?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Why, why would you tell me?”

“To watch your face,” I said, and my voice was soft, and not altogether pleasant.

He swallowed hard and looked just a little paler than his untanned face had a moment