“Don’t move,” Allie said. Then, making sure the lawyer stayed asleep, she leaped out of her body across the table and right into the mind of the prisoner.
—Cold in here / cigarette / this is useless / I need a cigarette—
She probed his thoughts, poured through his memories like she was rifling through a filing cabinet.
—Hey what the / how the / who the?—
She didn’t try to hide herself, because that didn’t matter. In fact, it was better if he knew exactly what was happening. Finally, she found it. Or rather, she didn’t find it. There was no memory of starting that fire! He had a lot of other crazy stuff going on in that head of his, but none of it had anything to do with arson. He was at the gas station cash register a block away, and once the fire had started, he had actually gone into the building to try to help people. He didn’t start the fire—he was trying to be a hero!
Now that Allie was convinced of his innocence, she left him, leaping back into the lawyer. But something had gone wrong. Her face was down on the table.
Suddenly the guard—who must have glanced through the small glass window in the door—burst into the room, ripping Seth from the chair and throwing him back against the wall.
It was Allie’s mistake, and a stupid one, at that. When she had leaped from the woman’s body, she hadn’t stabilized her in any way. The woman, still asleep, had fallen forward. Now that Allie was back inside of her, she raised her head off the table, but the guard was already restraining Seth.
“What did he do?” the guard asked, then yelled at Seth, “WHAT DID YOU DO?”
“He didn’t do anything,” Allie shouted, and, thinking quickly, she added, “I had a dizzy spell. I put my head down. Are you going to beat my client because his lawyer got dizzy? I’m sure the media would love to hear about that.”
The guard backed off instantly at the mention of media.
“Now please, leave me to consult with my client.”
The guard reluctantly backed off and left, but not before throwing a suspicious glare at Seth.
Once the door was closed, Allie took a deep breath to get her thoughts settled, and to make sure she was still in complete control of her body. When she looked at Seth he was staring straight at her, still backed against the wall.
“Muh . . . Muh . . . Ms. Gutierrez,” he said. “Something just happened. Not the guard, something else.”
Allie took a deep breath. “Just sit down.”
“But Ms. Gutierrez—”
“I’m not Ms. Gutierrez.”
He stared at her with the same lost expression Allie had seen on TV. He came forward and lowered himself into his chair, never taking his eyes off of her.
“Listen to me very carefully,” Allie said, “and don’t do anything that might make the guard come in again, okay?”
Seth nodded, clearly frightened beyond words.
“I saw into your mind. I know you’re innocent . . . and I’m going to get you out of here.”
“But . . . but my fingerprints,” Seth said, “and all that evidence they planted . . .”
“It doesn’t matter, because you’re never going to go to trial. I’m getting you out . . . do you understand?”
When he realized what she was saying, he nodded and bit his lip nervously. “How?”
Allie tried to explain it to him as best she could. “I can be whoever I want to be. I jump into people and I take them over. And no, you’re not crazy, this is really happening.”
“You . . . can read my mind from over there?”
“No, I just guessed what you were thinking.”
“Good guess.”
Allie leaned closer to him. “If this is going to work, you’re going to have to trust me, and do exactly what I say.”