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the center on Catcall, the project was revamped. I’m the first person to receive this implant. It’s still in the clinical trial stages.”

      He let that information sink in. Could there be some element of the hearing implant that allowed her to pick up sounds far away? “If your hearing is more acute, why aren’t you being bombarded by constant noises and voices?”

      “I am, but it’s sporadic. The doctor said there may be some residual sounds, even a delayed reaction. Like a stroke patient, my nerves and brain have to learn to work together again.”

      He frowned. “What else did you hear? Did my sister call this man’s name?”

      She shook her head.

      “Did you hear any sounds in the background? Anybody else in the room?”

      She pressed her fingers to her temple in thought— either that or she had a headache—then answered no.

      “Did he say where he was taking her?”

      “No.”

      He cursed in frustration and saw her flinch, then forced himself to ask the question he’d been avoiding. “Did he say what he planned to do to her?”

      Emotions etched themselves on her face. She’d been affected by the woman’s cries, he realized, then found himself wondering why he believed her now when earlier he’d thought she was a kook. He wished to hell she’d talk, too, instead of scribbling on that damned computer.

      Just once he wanted to hear her voice, to see if it sounded low and sexy or if she’d speak in a soft purr or…

      He shook the thoughts away, focusing on her writing.

      “He didn’t say exactly, only that she should shut up or he would kill her. But…” she hesitated, watched his reaction, as if she were trying to decide whether or not to reveal the details of the woman’s attack.

      “Look, don’t hold anything back. If this man has my sister, time might be running out.”

      Her gaze remained glued to his mouth as if she were reading his lips, then she wrote, “When I heard them in the hospital, I thought he knocked her unconscious because I heard a thud as if she’d fallen to the floor.”

      “Meaning the man might have already killed her.”

      “I don’t think so, I heard her moan. Then they argued later.”

      “You went back to the hospital?”

      “No, I heard them—” she hesitated again “—here at home.”

      Was she telling the truth? How was it possible?

      She’d read the questions in his eyes. “I was trying to sleep, but I had a bad headache. The rain, the sirens, it’s too much.” She frowned. “Probably the delayed hearing the doctor mentioned. The voices I heard here must have been part of the conversation I overheard at the hospital and I’m just now remembering it.”

      He waited, his teeth gritted. “What else?”

      “She was begging him not to hurt her. He warned her she’d feel a slight sting, she cried out, then everything went quiet again.”

      “He drugged her.” The realization sickened Adam, but at least maybe Denise was still alive. But why would someone kidnap and drug her?

      The possibilities raced through his mind. A jealous co-worker at the research center? Her husband who’d been bitter about the separation? Or worse, a stranger who’d been stalking her and planned to do God knew what?

      AN HOUR LATER, Sarah collapsed with exhaustion, praying the detective would find his sister and that she wouldn’t hear the voices again. She couldn’t stand the pain in the woman’s cries.

      Then again, if she didn’t hear the woman’s voice, she wouldn’t be able to help her. And she had never backed down from anything in her life. She couldn’t let her fears keep her a prisoner.

      She stared at the card the detective had left on the table with his phone number. Without even knowing Adam Black, he pulled at feelings so dormant she thought they’d died completely after her disastrous relationship with her old boyfriend, Kevin.

      Maybe she was afraid, she admitted silently, but she didn’t want to see Detective Black again. His eyes and body blazed with anger and attitude, the kind of cold, harsh facade that would hold any woman at arm’s length. He was in control and would want to control everyone around him, especially someone he considered weaker. Someone with a handicap.

      But he obviously loved his sister.

      She hoped he found her before it was too late.

      Determined to banish him from her mind, she turned her thoughts to her normal life. To the school for the deaf where she’d been teaching. Pulling out her plan book, she checked the plans she’d penciled in for the substitute teacher. Her class would take a hike tomorrow to collect items for a nature collage. Then they’d watch a film about the seasons and the rebirth spring promised. Just as she thought she’d have a rebirth when she’d regained her hearing. She’d taken a six-week leave of absence following her surgery to recover and acclimate herself to living in a hearing world.

      Now, for some odd reason, she found herself wanting to return to the safety of the silent world she’d always lived in. Back to her teaching job at the school, to her co-workers, who communicated the way she did—with sign language. Back to the safety of knowing she didn’t have to interact with dangerous, sexy men like Adam Black.

      Men who made her want to be whole again.

      Chapter Four

      Adam spent a restless night trying to forget the magnetic pull between him and Sarah Cutter. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something about the woman unleashed his baser instincts. She was troubled, confused and just about the most needy woman he’d ever met.

      Yet, he was the one who felt needy in her presence. As if he might shrivel up if he didn’t touch her. He didn’t like the feeling. Adam Black was a loner. He took care of himself and his sister; he didn’t need anyone else.

      Hell, when had he last woken up in a sweat from wanting a woman? A long damn time.

      Because he’d learned the hard way. The last time he had gotten involved with a woman, a witness, named Pamela, the end had been disastrous. He’d been too distracted by her to focus on his job, and it had cost her her life.

      Now his job, staying in control, was everything— it had to be.

      Determined to squash the emotions churning through him, he took a cold shower and dressed. When he’d arrived home the night before, he’d tried to contact Denise’s research assistant, but supposedly the man’s grandmother had died and he’d flown to Los Angeles for the funeral. Adam had stayed up half the night researching hearing implants on the Internet, looking at the latest developments in technology. But he found nothing on a device that might allow a person to hear through walls or serve as a transmitter.

      Clayton met him at the station. “Uh-oh, Black, you’re not going to like this.”

      Adam stared in shock at the headliner on a local tabloid, his mind reeling as he read the article.

      Hearing Things?

      Cold War spy’s daughter who has been deaf for twenty years claims to have heard evidence of a kidnapping, possible murder!

      Sarah Cutter ended twenty years of silence four days ago when she received surgically implanted hearing aids by doctors at the research center on Catcall Island, the new facility which has been linked with the government-owned buildings on Nighthawk Island.

      Late Thursday afternoon, she rushed to the police claiming that while she was in the hospital she overheard a woman being abducted….

      The article continued to describe what Sarah had told him, then launched into an account of how she’d lost her hearing.

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