Chapter 3

“Yeah. Well, one evening we’d gone at it pretty hot and heavy, and I don’t remember exactly what we’d just done, but one of us said, {Did you get that?}Then another voice broke into the conversation, and a stranger said, {so did every telepath in three states.}”

“I asked him how many telepaths there were in three states, and he said,{More than you think, and not all of them are friendly.}”

“Wow!” Marco said. “That must have given you pause.”

“Damn right it did,” Quentin said. “Anyway, it turned out he was in a motel on I-95, just outside Savannah; so I met him for breakfast the next morning, and he showed me how to shield myself. He warned me that other telepaths in the world might see Nate and me as a danger to themselves.”

“Really?” Marco said. “What did he mean by that?”