I…see things. Places. People.”
He waved a hand at the sketchbook lying on the floor. “John Trip.”
“That’s really him? I thought it might be. He’s at Deborah’s apartment this morning.”
“Really. You’ve been wafting through the ether. What a convenient trick that must be.”
She closed her eyes for a second. “Look, I know this must be hard for you to believe, but…”
“I want an address,” he stated. “A real address where I can find him, Leblanc. And cut the bull.”
Renee bit her lip and got up off the edge of the bed. She was getting a crick in her neck from looking up at him. Also, she didn’t want to feel as open to attack when she answered. “Look, I’m sorry, I can’t give you the address. Not yet anyway. I don’t know where she lives.”
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