Chapter 158

INT. - AGENT FOSTER'S CAR - EVENING

Kinsey sat with Jordan in the back of Agent Foster's car, listening to Gerri explain everything. It felt strange to have this paranormal stuff out in the open, even if it was just with one FBI agent. Foster stared, alternating between looking back over the seat at Jordan and Gerri next to him in the front, his amber eyes full of shock and rimmed with fear.

Gerri didn't stop with Jordan's unique ability, but filled Foster in on some of the other weird things they'd encountered, keeping her voice down, back turned to the waste of space in the back seat. He might catch a few whispers, but Gerri hoped Kinsey kept him distracted enough he'd miss the main gist.

By the time she was done, the detective's voice rough with her own denial despite her words, Foster had regained some composure.

"I'd say you were out of your mind," he said, "if I didn't just see that for myself." He pointed at Jordan's leg. And swallowed. Swallowed again. "Okay."