Free F-Stop by Desiree Holt Page A

didn’t like in your session, we really need to find out what’s going on there.”
    “Agreed.” Mike pulled out his cell and stood up. “I’m going to call the airport there. Most private planes use a small one that’s better equipped to handle them. It’s like a little club so if anyone knows anything, they’ll tell me.” He walked into the living room, murmuring softly into the phone, Kat following him with her eyes.
    Faith touched her arm. “If anyone can find out what’s happening it’s Mike. He’s like a bulldog.”
    “She’s right,” Mark agreed. “The only one I know more determined about anything is my wife. If it hadn’t been for her I might be rotting away in a Peruvian jungle, or worse yet, dead.”
    They exchanged a look so intimate Kat felt as if she was peeking through someone’s curtains and she had to turn her eyes away. She wanted that so badly with someone.
    Once she thought she might have had it with Mike. Was it possible for them to go back and pick up the pieces? She badly wanted to believe what he’d said last night.
    “Tell me a little bit about remote viewing.” Faith’s words broke into her mental wanderings. “I know very little about it.”
    Glad for the momentary distraction, Kat gave her the simplest explanation she could. And only because Faith had a psychic gift herself did she feel comfortable revealing so much about herself and what she could do.
    “When I met with your aunt yesterday,” she added, “it was to find some help. Or answers. My psychic power has been wavering and I’m always afraid it will fail me at exactly the wrong moment.”
    “And did she tell you that, everything else aside, stress can be the single most complicating factor?”
    “Yes, she did.”
    Mark studied her expression. “And is there something that’s been going on with you to stress you out?”
    Kat definitely wasn’t ready to discuss Brent, with him or anyone else.
    And thank you, Brent Fontaine, for so thoroughly screwing up not just my life but my mind.
    Maybe if he’d quit calling her she could stick him in a mental corner for as long as she needed to.
    Faith reached for Mark’s hand.
    “I had to completely focus when we were hunting for Mark. Our psychic link was the only thing we had to go on so I couldn’t afford to let it weaken.” Mark nodded in agreement. “Same here. I know you’re very worried about your sister but you know yourself this is the time you need to be the strongest.”

    “I know. I just—”
    “Okay. Got something.”
    Mike’s voice as he walked back into the kitchen interrupted whatever she’d been about to say. Her heart did a little stutter step and her stomach knotted. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, almost afraid to ask the question.
    “Good news or bad?” Mike sat down next to her.
    “Neither. I got the same message from the day manager at the terminal that you did, Kat. So the plane is still in San Diego but we have no clue as to where the Wrights and Mari are.”
    “But that’s absurd.” Kat jerked so hard her coffee sloshed over her hand. She blotted it absently. “Eli Wright has a business meeting in Waikiki today that Mari said is very important. He wouldn’t just blow it off.” She tossed the wet napkin onto the table.
    “Besides, if that was the case, Mari would have called to tell me about it.” Mike was nodding his head. “Exactly what I thought. And the manager wouldn’t be able to tell if the call came from the real pilot or not.”
    “Oh my god.” Mike had covered her hand with his and while she liked the feeling of comfort, she wasn’t ready yet to send signals to other people that might be misread.
    Still, she couldn’t deny the feeling of comfort it gave her. Damn it all, anyway. Why didn’t things ever happen at a convenient time? Carefully she retrieved her hand. “Now I know something terrible has happened.”
    “Let’s see what we can find out from Hawaii too,” Mark put in. “Maybe