The investigator had beady eyes, but they were piercing. He watched me like he read my thoughts, or like he was just waiting for me to trip up and trap myself.
“Who are you?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know.
“An investigator from the Official Research Facility on Projection.” He didn’t offer a name.
Was he attempting to intimidate me? If so, it was working.
“Why would you want to talk to me?” I asked.
“We are investigating Nurse Irene from the hospital. We have reason to believe that she has a patient with the projection ability, but is keeping it a secret. Those with projection are to be immediately reported to us.”
“I’m not sure what any of that has to do with me.”
“Are you a patient of Nurse Irene’s?”
This was definitely a trap, but because I knew he had likely identified me f
