HISTORY HAS A WAY OF REPEATING ITSELF, EVEN FOR TELEPATHS....
As a Level Eight telepath, I am the best police interrogator in the department. But I'm not a cop--I never will be--and my only friend on the force, Homicide Detective Isabella Cherabino, is avoiding me because of a telepathic link I created by accident.
And I might not even be an interrogator for much longer. Our boss says unless I pull out a miracle, I'll be gone before Christmas. I need this job, damn it. It's the only thing keeping me sane.
Parts for illegal Tech--the same parts used to...
HISTORY HAS A WAY OF REPEATING ITSELF, EVEN FOR TELEPATHS....
As a Level Eight telepath, I am the best police interrogator in the depa...
FORESEE NO EVIL. Freelancing for the Atlanta PD isn't exactly a secure career; my job's been on the line almost as much as my life. But it's a paycheck, and it keeps me from falling back into the drug habit. Plus, things are looking up with my sometimes-partner, Cherabino, even if she is still simmering over the telepathic Link I created by accident. When my ex, Kara, shows up begging for my help, I find myself heading to the last place I ever expected to set foot in again--Guild headquarters--to investigate the death of her uncle. Joining that group was a bad idea the first...
FORESEE NO EVIL. Freelancing for the Atlanta PD isn't exactly a secure career; my job's been on the line almost as much as my life. But it'...
