Telepathic private investigator Quentin Q. Quasar and his partner Nate Braddock are back. They accidentally stumble on a series of kidnapping/murders, and begin to investigate. Eventually, the kidnappers snatch a young man from an Interstate rest area, and Quentin and Nate hear his telepathic cry for help. Armed with that information, they contact their friend George Martin at the sheriff’s office, and manage to catch the kidnappers before they’ve killed the victim. The intended victim was on his way to Orlando to join his boyfriend -- also a telepath -- who’d recently moved there to take a job.<br><br>Meanwhile, Nate’s grandparents fly into Jacksonville from Chattanooga, so Quentin and Nate can drive them to a hospital in Ocala. Nate’s mother has been in a state prison for women located near Ocala, and has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. At the end of a series of hospital visits they encounter and capture the leader of the cult that Nate’s mother and stepfather belonged to. The cult leader and his wife, both of whom had jumped bail before their trials, had just administered poison to Nate’s mother, to keep her from making any sort of deathbed confession about the cult and its activities.

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Mrs. Wilson went back inside the house, and Quentin said, “Have a seat, Mr. Wilson.”


“Don’t mind if I do,” Mr. Wilson said. “That woman, bless her heart, is never quick about these things.”


“How long can you stay with us, Grandpa?” Nate said.


“That depends on what the doctors tell us, Nate; so, we’ll play that one by ear, I think.”


“You’re more than welcome to stay with us as long as you want, or need to,” Quentin said.


“I appreciate that, Quentin, but it’s too much to ask Nate to drive us down to Ocala and back every day. If we decide to stay more than a few days, I think we’ll probably go to a hotel in Ocala. I did some research on the Internet, and there’s a Holiday Inn Express just a few blocks from the hospital.”


“You don’t want to walk back and forth to the hospital, do you?” Nate said.


“Of course not, but surely they have taxicabs?”


“I’m sure they do,” Nate said. “Still, I don’t mind driving you down there every day, if need be. It would be great to have your company.”


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