“We knew it would happen,” said Marie St “We knew it would happen,” said Marie St. Jacques Webb. “It was merely a question of time.”
“It’s crazy!” David whispered so as not to’ wake the children. “Everything’s buried, maximum
archive security and all the rest of that crap! How did anyone find Alex and Mo?”
“We don’t know, but Alex will start looking. There’s no one better than Alex, you said that
yourself—”
“He’s marked now—he’s a dead man,” interrupted Webb grimly. “They’ll kill him and come
after me ... after us, which is why you and the kids are heading south. The Caribbean.”
“I’ll send them, darling. Not me.”
“There’s nothing to discuss.” Webb breathed deeply, steadily, imposing a strange control. “I’ve
been there before,” he said quietly.
Marie looked at her husband, his suddenly passive face outlined in the dim wash of the
dashboard lights. What she saw frightened her far more than the specter of the Jackal. She was not
looking at David Webb the soft-spoken
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disappeared from their lives forever.
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The Healer's name was Fords Deep Waters.
Because he was a soul, by nature he was all things good: compassionate, patient, honest,
virtuous, and full of love. Anxiety was an unusual emotion for Fords Deep Waters.
Irritation was even rarer. However, because Fords Deep Waters lived inside a human body,
irritation was sometimes inescapable.
As the whispers of the Healing students buzzed in the far corner of the operating room, his lips
pressed together into a tight line. The expression felt out of place on a mouth more often given
to smiling.
Darren, his regular
dior handbag assistant, saw the grimace and patted his shoulder.
“They're just curious, Fords,” he said quietly.
“An insertion is hardly an interesting or challenging procedure. Any soul on the street could
perform it in an emergency. There's nothing for them to learn by observing today.” Fords was
surprised to hear the sharp edge marring his normally soothing voice.
“They've never seen a grown human before,” Darren said.
Fords raised one eyebrow. “Are they blind to each other's faces? Do they not have mirrors?”
“You know what I mean–a wild human. Still soulless. One of the insurgents.”
Fords looked at the girl's unconscious body, laid out facedown on the operating table. Pity
swelled in his heart as he remembered the condition her poor, broken body had been in when the
Seekers had brought her to the Healing facility. Such pain she'd endured.…
Of course she was perfect now–completely healed. Fords had seen to that.
“She looks the same as any of
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when she wakes up, she will be one of us, too.”
“It's just exciting for them, that's all.”
“The soul we implant today deserves more respect than to have her host body gawked at this
way. She'll already have far too much to deal with as she acclimates. It's not fair to put her
through this.” Bythis, he did not mean the gawking. Fords heard the sharp edge return to his
voice.
Darren patted him again. “It will be fine. The Seeker needs information and –”
At the wordSeeker, Fords gave Darren a look that could only be described as a glare. Darren
blinked in shock.
“I'm sorry,” Fords apologized at once. “I didn't mean to react so negatively. It's just that I fear
for this soul.”
His eyes moved to the cryotank on its stand beside the table. The light was a steady, dull red,
indicating that it was occupied and in hibernation mode.
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