Chapter Thirty-five

I HADN’T TAKEN THREE steps from Laura before Kate found me and shoved me into the girls’ restroom.

“It’s Trent!” Kate sounded as if she had just finished a hundred-meter dash.

My mind was still reeling from my encounter with Laura.

“What? Where is he?” I asked nervously, looking around.

She tapped the side of my temple. “He’s that thing inside Stephanie’s mind. It’s got to be him.”

I took Kate’s hands in mine and spoke slowly. “Whoa, slow down. How is that even possible?”

She arched an eyebrow at me as a woman entered the bathroom. The woman gave us both a frown.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” she barked.

Kate was still trying to talk as I led us both out into the hall.

I interrupted her, still trying to wrap my head around all this. “Wait, so explain this to me. How do you know it’s Trent?”

Kate fired right back. “Trent can also read—” She stopped talking and took a look around at about a dozen people standing in our vicinity. Her paranoia was setting in, but she didn’t need to finish the rest of her sentence.

I figured Trent had something to do with all this. He was a culprit in almost any case; the dude was like a headline after a hurricane—bad news. Something still didn’t fit, but then again, I couldn’t simply toss out Kate’s theory; she was a pretty good reporter.

“You’re going to need more than just a hunch,” I said.

“I’ll find it. In the meantime, we need to get out of here,” she replied.

Dean walked up to us.

“Where have you been?” He directed his question to me. Kate gave him a look that shot daggers. I considered the two of them and the events thus far.

“There’s a lot to talk about. Let’s go, but the three of us walk together,” I said, shifting my words to Kate.