Rebecca was relieved to see no news vans or loiterers around Molly's house. She'd already called ahead to say she was coming, and Molly greeted her at the door with a distinct lack of warmth. In fact, her emotions seemed flat, as if she felt nothing. This seeming detachment worried Rebecca more than agitation. It was as if Molly had given up.

Molly, who loved dogs, paid no attention to Sean. He in turn kept his distance from her.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked Rebecca. "Coffee? Wine?"

"I smell fresh coffee. I'll fix myself a cup. You want one, too?"

"No thanks. I've had about a gallon today."

"I'm going to let Sean off his leash. He's housebroken and he won't destroy anything."

"I don't care about anything in this house except Todd's room. I'll never move one thing in Todd's room. Never!"

Rebecca ignored the outburst although it disturbed her, since it only underscored Molly's hopelessness. When Rebecca came back from the kitchen, Molly sat on the couch staring at Todd's photo. "I don't suppose you've had any more visions of him."

"Not for a couple of days," Rebecca said gently.

"Too busy out saving Sonia."

Sarcasm has never been a trait of Molly's. Rebecca bristled at the criticism. "What do you think I should have done, Molly? Left her to die? Besides, the person who tried to kill her is probably the person who abducted Todd. There was a chance of catching him."

"But you didn't, did you? You just stirred up a lot of publicity for yourself."

Rebecca set down her cup. "I feel absolutely miserable about what has happened to Todd and what you're going through, but I will not tolerate this attack. I'm doing the best I can for you, Molly, but I'm not a miracle worker."

Molly closed her eyes. She was quiet for so long that Rebecca had begun to think she was just going to sit there like a rock until Rebecca left, but at last she said meekly, "I'm sorry. That was horrible of me."

"It wasn't horrible. Just undeserved."

"I'm really, really sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Molly. Honestly. It's forgotten."

"I'm just so scared." She looked at Rebecca with tragic eyes. "Do you still feel that Todd is alive?"

"Yes," Rebecca said truthfully. "Although I haven't had a vision, today, I feel..." "What?"

"It sounds stupid. His life force."

"Did you feel it with Jonnie?"

Not an innocent question. A test. Again. Rebecca answered honestly. "Yes, I did. For a few days." She paused. "About twenty-four hours before he was found, the feeling went away. I didn't want to believe it, but I knew Jonnie was dead. I've never told anyone that before, but I wasn't surprised when his body was found. Devastated, but not surprised.

"But you don't feel that way about Todd. That he's gone."

"No." Dear God, don't let me be wrong about this, Rebecca prayed. She was being totally sincere, but desperately hoped her gut feelings were accurate. "Todd is alive."