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had happened to her in the desert to consider proprieties.
"Say good night to Mike for me," Hannah continued, "and be patient. He has a hard time believing in anything, most of all what's right before that handsome face of his." She paused, her small, hazel eyes boring into Abby. "Trust my ESP for one thing: you'll help him while you're here, but I bet you'll both be hurt in the process."
She hustled out. Abby stood motionless, perplexed. What should she make of Hannah? The woman was shameless, even admitting to listening in on her employer's conversations. But she accepted what Abby had said. And whatever this new abbreviation ESP stood for, Abby sensed it had to do with powers beyond the normal.
But what had Hannah meant about helping and hurting?
Feeling suddenly very alone, Abby decided to find Mike to say good night. Hadn't Hannah asked her to?
Voices led her to the room he had called the den, but he was alone, sipping coffee. The sounds confused Abby, for they seemed to surround Mike as he sat on a divan looking toward a large, carved bookcase on the wall beside the door.
She turned in the direction of his gaze.
He was watching a small box on a shelf that resembled the magical one filled with words that she had seen at his office, but this box was alivethere were people inside!
Mike shook his head as Abby looked at the TV

 
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