"Then you really can find my daughter?” Trevgard's voice was an odd mixture of hope and anger. She returned her attention to him. “I think so. I've got a general idea of direction; it's just a matter of driving around until I find the right building."
"Then what went wrong before?” Jake asked, moving back to his desk.
"Ever heard of out-of-body experiences?"
Jake nodded. “Never believed them, of course."
She smiled. He hadn't believed in psychic talents, either, until they'd saved his life. “It was something akin to that. Except my spirit, soul, metaphysical body—whatever you want to call it—was forcibly drawn away from my body and trapped."
"How?"
"I honestly don't know.” But she wished she did, so she could prevent it from happening again.
"It took a lot of psychic power to create and hold that net,” Michael commented quietly. Nikki regarded him thoughtfully. “And a lot strength to pull me in. Yet he still had enough left to hold the intensity of the web as long as he did."
Jake's eyebrows rose. “Web?"
She took a sip of her coffee, then nodded. “Yes. A net of some sort held me captive. I don't know what he was trying to achieve. I wasn't really there. He couldn't physically harm me." Though he could have killed her, had he held the net long enough.
"Control.” Michael's expression was grim when it met hers. “He was after control."
"So I wouldn't be able to fight him if we ever met.” Cold fear ran down her spine. She had come so close.
"The man's a fiend,” Jake swore and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don't suppose you can give a description to the police?"
"Yes. Whether they'll believe it is another matter." Jake grimaced. “Our reputation's not exactly solid where they're concerned." Trevgard made no comment, but she knew from the look in his eyes that their reputation was not one hundred per cent where he was concerned, either.
Smiling grimly, she said, “And it's not a man we're after, Jake. It's a boy." Only Michael showed no surprise. Nikki had a feeling he'd known about the madman's youth long before she had.