A Telepath's Accidental Heroism

FBI, speaking in codes and hushed tones. Liam was pacing a groove into the wooden floor, occasionally glancing at me with a l

Mom asked, holding a bowl that w

ne with extra cheese and bacon. And fries. And a milkshake. Why ca

he bowl. "We don' t h

I mumbled, picking at a loos

ttered from across the room. "N

t bed we' d moved into the living room, chuckled

t think I will

ouse in the city, but it' s going to take at least a day to make sure it' s clean. Thompson' s people are everywhere. They said

eech. I don' t want great responsibility. I want a great nap. I' m not a

he clearly heard my internal whining. "But you' re already involved. That ag

e, his movements. Anything you can pick up. My investigation hit a wall because I couldn' t get close enough. But

' s easier if they' re famous or if I have a strong con

house, far away from everyone, with a state-of-the-art kitchen and a lifetime supply of snac

led. "There' s definitely a reward if we

reward," I said out lou

d. "Sure y

baseball cap got out. It was Agent Jones, one of Ben' s colleagues, looking nothing li

be broadcast live on all major networks," Jones said quietly. "It' s the best shot we

t," Ben said

up. Pictures of Senator Thompson, his chief of staff, his seemingly harmless

Ben Carter. Good. He should be. He' s thinking about tightening security, making sure no loose ends are left. His assistant, Ms. Perkins... she' s the real keepe

d into my head, this one from Ben. He w

is is all over. She' s kind of cute, in a se

ughing. I coul

d bright red. "W

and he' s thinking about asking the villain' s secretary on a date. Men. Unbelie

ll giggling. "Just thin

, his blush deepening

gent Jones was parked a quarter-mile down the road, keeping watch. The broadca

specific station through a sea of static. I pushed past the thoughts of

Ms. Perkins has confirmed the clean-up team failed. The local sheriff is a problem, but a minor one. We' ll deal with him later. The priority is to discredit C

ce minister right after this. He' s worried abou

olved. This is it. Jones!" he yelled, knowing his agent was listening via

from the senator. It was a stray thought, full of

I was fine, but it' s not fine. The arrhythmia... it'

m. "Someone there is h

But my focus was pulled back to Ben. He had gone pale, and his hand

ed, my voice t

e stress, the blood loss... it' s triggering a cardiac event. Oh god, he' s having a heart attack r

n the main road, making it impossible for an ambulance to get to us quickly. My mind raced,

sing his chest could kill him. Wait. The tablet. Jones gave him an encrypted military-grade tablet. The battery pack is high-voltage. If I c

ar. "He' s having a heart attack! Get me

y the sheer insanity of what I was suggesting. But they trusted me. Liam lu

FBI agent rested on a crazy idea I' d pulled from the depths of