enough attention to you.”
“Actually it comes from the fact that my mother abandoned me at the age of four,” Sabrina corrected him, then faked a few dramatic sobs. “I’ve never quite gotten over it.”
“Do you know what I see?”
“Like I care,” she replied, then closed her mouth. Her last smart-ass response had resulted in the loss of a nose ring. She didn’t want to think about what she might lose next. Instinctively, she reached for the three hoops that dangled from her right ear.
“I see a sixteen-year-old, immature brat who is too damn smart for her own good. But I’m going to fix that.”
“You can’t fix something that’s not broken.”
“Then I imagine we’ll have to break you. Let’s start over, shall we? Do you know why you’re here?”
“My father told me to come,” she spat at him, pretending that the idea of being broken didn’t scare her. “Can I have another tissue?” He pulled another single tissue from the drawer and handed it to her and waited while she blew her nose. “Out front the lady said your name was Quinlan. Is that Mr. Quinlan?”
“Just Quinlan.”
Sabrina rolled her eyes. “You mean like just Madonna?”
“Okay. Do you know why your father asked you to come here?”
“No,” she answered honestly. “Last I knew he wanted me to go to Harvard. Thought that I could give those guys all sorts of answers. Whatever. He had this vision of me working in an ivory tower developing theories and shit. How far does pi go? E equals mc cubed—”
“Squared.”
“Not the way I do it.” She smiled cockily. Then she remembered the hours upon hours of testing and her smile quickly diminished. “But they didn’t want any answers to any problems. They just wanted to test me. I was their freaking guinea pig.”
“And you didn’t like that.”
“I hated it,” she clarified. “School was never my thing. And pushy people asking me all sorts of questions…really not my thing.”
This actually elicited a small, very small, smile from the man across from her. Just to show her that he got her message, she imagined. But he said nothing. Instead he glanced down at the file in front of him again and read it for a time. Finally, he looked up and met her gaze. “Your father is considered a brilliant man. His work for the National Security Agency decrypting enemy codes has been invaluable to this country’s security.”
“That’s my dad.”
“Your IQ eclipses his.”
Sabrina said nothing.
“Your specialty is numbers. You test off the charts for spatial mathematics, but what is unusual in a case like yours—”
“I’m not Rain Man,” Sabrina finished. “I don’t even like Judge Wapner.”
“—is your computation ability,” Quinlan continued. “Not only can you interpret formulas but you can also apply them at high speeds. Which probably comes from your ability to hold several hundred numbers in your head at once. Your memory is extraordinary. Few people have a true photographic memory and those who do usually must concentrate on the thing they are attempting to remember. Snapping the picture in their mind so to speak. And there is only a limited time frame in which they can retrieve and recite the image or words that they’ve committed to memory. Your brain, however, seems to have a limitless capacity for…storage. You remember everything, don’t you?”
Sabrina squirmed in her chair. That’s what the geeks at Harvard had wanted to know. How much could she remember? How far back did it go? Test after boring test to questions that she didn’t see the point of knowing the answer to. “You’re making me sound like a freak.”
Not that she hadn’t known she was one since the age of three. She just hated to be reminded of it.
“Tell me. Can you remember the answers to the very first math test you ever took?”
It was addition. Four. Six. Five. Ten. Ten. The teacher thought she was being tricky by putting on the test two questions with two different sets of numbers that both added up to ten. Sabrina had been four at the time.
Quinlan nodded again, as if her silence was answer enough for him. “Sabrina, you are a freak. Learn to embrace it.” He closed the folder, stood up and made his way to the door.
“Wait,” she stopped him, sitting up in her chair. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to report my opinion of you to my superiors.”
She felt her gut tighten and wished like hell she didn’t care what that was. “For what? What’s this all about?”
“We call it our Youth Adoption Program.”
“We?
“The Central Intelligence Agency. We find gifted teens and start early with their training to become analysts or field operatives. Your father isn’t as completely out of touch with you as you like to think. He fears you’re not long for the ivory tower. And he thought this might be a challenging alternative for you and a way for you to still apply your unique gift for the greater good. Now I’m going to go tell my superiors if I think you’ll work.”
“And do you?” she asked as he opened the door, promising herself she didn’t care.
He didn’t turn around. But she heard him say, “I do.”
Present
“I want an answer. Talk to me,” he growled. “Now.”
“I’ll talk. Not here, though.”
Not that it really mattered where they were, but she liked the sense of control waiting gave her. He fell back against the seat, seemingly placated for the moment. She hoped that meant on some level he knew she wasn’t a traitor. Not because she cared what he thought, but because it would make her job easier. At least that’s what she told herself.
The driver stopped in front of her house. House, she mused. More like a work in progress. She could have bought a slick new condo. Instead she had instantly fallen in love with an old lady, a Queen Anne that needed a lot of care and a lot of money. But since it had only been the second time she’d ever fallen in love with anything, she thought that it meant something.
That was until she learned that her old lady needed a new roof, a new porch, a new heater and new windows. And that didn’t even begin to cover the work that needed to be done to her insides.
The bitch.
“You live here?” Quinlan asked.
Sabrina shot him a bored look since she knew he knew damn well that she did.
He got out and circled the car, opening the door for her. He made a move to reach for her arm since her hands were still secured behind her back, but she avoided his touch. He backed off and she managed to get out of the
