if I'm not released. Their deaths will be on your conscience, Arturo. I swear in the name of my God, you will never get to heaven--in this world or the next."
The screen goes dead.
But not before I see the fear in his eyes.
Chapter 15
More hours pass. Joel lies sleeping. Once again I sit silently on the floor, my legs crossed, my eyes closed. Yet this time my attention is turned outward. Through the wall, I can just hear the guards at the security station talk. There are three of them now. They discuss a football game.
"Those Forty-Niners are amazing," Guard One says. "Their offense works like a machine gun--it just keeps firing. I felt sorry for the Cowboys."
"You know, everybody looks at the quarterback," Guard Two says. "But I think when you got the receivers, you got all you need: Even a lousy pro quarterback can look good throwing to players who are wide open."
"I think it's the other way around," Guard Three says. "You got a great quarterback, he can hit a player who's totally covered. Not many teams win the Super Bowl with an average quarterback."
"Not many teams win the Super Bowl, period," Guard One says.
"Only one a year," Guard Two says.
"Wouldn't be a Super Bowl if everyone could win it," Guard Three says.
Beyond their chattering, I sense their thoughts. The gift of Yaksha's blood grows stronger the more still I become. Guard One is contemplating his sour stom?ach. He has an ulcer, and when he pulls an all-night shift, it always hurts. He wonders if he should go to his car on the next break and get his bottle of Maalox. But he needs to drink it in private. The other guys always kid him about having a stomachache like a little kid. Actually, Guard One has a lot of guts going into work in the pain he's in.
Guard Two's thoughts are dull. He is thinking about his wife, his current mistress, and a woman he just met in the cafeteria two hours earlier--all of them naked together in bed with him. He drank a large Coke before starting his last shift. He has to pee real bad.
Guard Three is interesting. Unknown to his bud?dies, he writes science-fiction in his spare time. His brother-in-law, who's a lawyer, just read his last book and told him to forget about becoming a writer. But Guard Three thinks that just because his brother-in-law has a law degree, it doesn't mean he can spot talent. And he's right--Guard Three's mind is rich in creative ideas.
I need to concentrate hard to sense their thoughts. I can only read one at a time. Since ancient times I have been able to influence people's thoughts by staring hard at them and whispering suggestions in their ears. But in here I am deprived of the power of my gaze, of the soothing allure of my velvety voice. Yet the longer I concentrate on these guys, the more certain I am that I can introduce thoughts into their minds. I focus in on Guard Three--he's the most sensitive. Creating a strong image in my mind, I send it through the wall.
"This girl is real dangerous. She can kill us all."
Guard Three is saying something that he suddenly breaks off in midsentence. I hear him shift uneasily in his chair. "Hey, guys," he says.
"What?" the other two ask.
"That chick in there is dangerous. We have to be careful with her. You saw what she did to Sam and Charlie."
"She knocked them out cold," Guard Two agrees. "But I'd like to see her try it on me. She wouldn't get far."
"I don't think you want to mess with her," Guard One says. "She's supposed to be super strong."
"Yeah, but they don't tell us why she's strong," Guard Three says. "They just tell us to watch her. But what if she gets out? She could kill us all."
"Yes," I whisper softly to myself.
"Relax," Guard One says. "There's no way she's getting out of that box."
"Even if she does break out," Guard Two says. "We can stop her. I don't care about orders, I'm opening fire."
"I hear bullets can't stop her," Guard Three says, continuing to dwell on how dangerous I am.
I shift my focus to Guard One and send out another suggestion.
"We mustn't lose sight of her."
"We'll keep an eye on her," Guard One says.
I place the same thought in Guard Three's mind.
"Yeah," Guard Three echoes, "We have to be alert, keep watching her."
I try to put the thought