"Felicia!!" calls Kevin, yet another time. "Let me out of here!" He'd been calling for what seemed like hours, Kevin thought. How long had it been since Felicia had calmly announced that he was being sought in Gina's death.

Gina! Kevin paused, remembering the sweet face accusing him of saying unspeakably hateful things, barbs aimed to go straight to her battered heart, mean things that he'd have never said in his right mind. So, he wondered, why had he attacked her?? She was so vulnerable, so remorseful over her treatment of Stone, and yet, he, Kevin, a man dedicated to helping emotionally disturbed people acted like the worst kind of beast. He didn't really want to think about his motives, but it was a cinch that he didn't have anybody else to talk with at present.

GRROWLL. Angrily, he noted that his stomach was still speaking to him, insisting that it be fed.

"Dogfood," he muttered, reaching out and taking a handful of the kibble. "This is rich. Me, Kevin Collins, a gourmet cook, a man of epicurean tastes, chowing down on dogfood."

He crunched another mouthful, and found himself wondering about Lucy, how she must be wondering about him. Did she think that he'd killed Gina?? Her faith in him must really be being tested long about now.

"Liver," he muttered. "Too bad they went light on the onions." He took another swallow of water and ate another morsel, noting that it wasn't all that bad, if one considered the alternative of starving.

His eyes wandered back to the litter box, and he shook his head. Someday, he hoped, he'd look back on this and laugh. At the moment, that didn't look all that likely. Felicia had brandished a knife in his face, and threatened to kill him. Suddenly, he had a brief but vivid flashback from the lake house. He saw the knife, Felicia's face contorted in fear, and then it was blank again.

Back in the basement. "Felicia!!" he yelled again. "Let me out of here!!" Hmmmmmmmm

Lucy Coe was staring at the crystal ball she'd received from Madame Maia, the woman who'd first introduced her to her own spiritual possibilities.

"It's a tool," Madame Maia had explained carefully. "It's not magic, but a means of focusing your own thoughts, your psychic energy. Concentrate, Lucy. Close out everything else, and wait for the images to appear. Images that you'll pick up from outside yourself."

Nothing. Not so much as a glimmer of insight. Gritting her teeth, she breaks her gaze from the crystal ball, and glances up at the ceiling. Taking a raggedly deep breath, she whispers, "Help me, please help me." Then, she turns back to the crystal ball.

"Where are you, Kevin?" She asks, desperately. "I need to know where you are."

Suddenly, there is a flash of something, an image so brief as to be almost nonexistent. More of a feeling. Dark, bricks. No, wait...a knife.......anger..........pain.....fear

"Cheese? Liver and onions?? What is this? Am I reading a menu, or what???"

Then, it was gone, as if the switch had been turned off.

"I had something," she says, hopefully. "I really had something. Not that I know what it was, but it's a start." Hmmmmmmm

Minutes later, Lucy is standing in front of Luke, babbling in excitement. "I contacted him, Luke. I made contact!"

One of the few people who was willing to trust Lucy's instincts, Luke paused. "Okay, Luce....what'd you see?"

"Well," she admits, almost sheepishly. "It was chicken, cheese, liver and onions. Bricks and darkness, too."

"Sounds like a dark restaurant," Luke said. "Was that all?"

"Yeah," she tells him. "Which is strange, in itself. Kevin is more the French cuisine sort, when he has a choice."

"Maybe he's hanging out in places where he figures nobody would expect to find him."

"No, Luke," she tells him. "I don't think he escaped. I still think that he was kidnapped. I saw a knife, and I felt anger, pain and fear."

"Lucy, that doesn't sound very good, right now," Luke tells her.

"No, no, you don't understand," she insists. "It was his fear, his pain. But not his knife. I know that."

"I don't think that I'd tell Mac about that," Luke advised. "That's a little too easy to misinterpret."

"You're probably right," Lucy agrees. "But I'm going to keep trying until I come up with something that makes sense, and then I'm going to go get him and bring him home."

"If you need any help, let me know. You can count on me."

"Thanks," Lucy says. "I've got to get back now and try again." Hmmmmm

Stay tuned!! How long can Felicia keep Kevin penned up like a dog?? How long until he figures out how to escape?? How long until Lucy gets a clear picture of where Kevin is being kept? And, are Luke and Lucy destined to embark on another grand adventure?? Hmmmmmmmmm

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