A Raging Dawn
“He could empathize with victim or perpetrator, see their point of view, how their lives had spiraled out of control, yet also look past the self-involved picture they painted to piece together an objective reality of a crime.
From the moment he’d met her, everything about Rossi had strained those abilities to the max. “Not-quite-dead people?”
“Thanks for not laughing. Because, yes, I know how crazy it sounds. It started last month with Sister Patrice, that first night we met.”
“After she’d been... shot. You cracked her chest right there in the ER, tried to get her heart started.”
“I was holding her heart in my hand when I heard her voice. Telling me to ‘Find the girl. Save the girl.’”
“Esme…” It had been strange how Rossi had known about her being missing, seemed to know so much more about Patrice’s death than she’d had any right to.
“I didn’t just hear Patrice. I saw her—I was her, inside her mind, reliving her memories of being shot, of sending Esme to hide in the tunnels.”MoreLess
From the moment he’d met her, everything about Rossi had strained those abilities to the max. “Not-quite-dead people?”
“Thanks for not laughing. Because, yes, I know how crazy it sounds. It started last month with Sister Patrice, that first night we met.”
“After she’d been... shot. You cracked her chest right there in the ER, tried to get her heart started.”
“I was holding her heart in my hand when I heard her voice. Telling me to ‘Find the girl. Save the girl.’”
“Esme…” It had been strange how Rossi had known about her being missing, seemed to know so much more about Patrice’s death than she’d had any right to.
“I didn’t just hear Patrice. I saw her—I was her, inside her mind, reliving her memories of being shot, of sending Esme to hide in the tunnels.”MoreLess
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