Winters Family Psi Chronicles 2: Project Onyx by John O'Riley Read Free Book Online Page A

Teresa’s long blond hair was pinned in a tight bun which was typical for her. She was thin with piercing blue eyes, an aquiline nose, and long dainty fingers.
    “I’m glad you could come so quickly. This is Agents Hurst and Driscol,” Teresa said.
    Agent Hurst was a medium set man with brown hair and brown eyes wearing a tan suit. Agent Driscol was a short woman in her early thirties and had green eyes with her long brown hair in a ponytail.
    “I’m a level ten remote-viewer and I’ll be trying to get a fix on Brian,” Hurst said. “My partner is a level ten psychometrist and has already checked out his room and the house for psychic imprints.”
    “Did you find any clues as to his whereabouts?” Dick asked.
    “We found some clues but nothing that can help us right now,” Hurst said. “Shall we get started?”
    “Yes, we really should,” Teresa said hastily. “Jason is going to need to leave soon. Too many people are crowded together here.”
    “Of course. If everyone will please take a seat,” Hurst said smoothly. He waited until everyone had settled comfortably before speaking again. “I will need you all to concentrate on Brian. Brush aside any other thoughts. Focus only on him. It’s always harder to concentrate on one object or person than everyone thinks until they try to do it. It helps if you close your eyes.”
    “That’s all we have to do? Just think about Brian?” Dick asked in a somewhat scornful tone.
    “Yes, that’s all,” Hurst said. “The reason this works is because we are all linked telepathically. Since you are family and friends, your link to Brian is stronger than that of a stranger. When you think about him, your link to him becomes stronger and allows me to track him better. Since we are all sharing the same goal, our links to each other will strengthen as well and you may receive my remote-viewing impressions. Don’t let it distract you. We should begin now.”
    Amy concentrated on her brother which is what she’d been doing for three days now. She couldn’t stop thinking about him so it wasn’t as difficult as Hurst made it out to be. A tense silence hovered over them as they all quietly sat and just concentrated. A hazy image of Brian in an arm chair with two other individuals in matching chairs danced along the edge of her mind. A redhead boy about Brian’s age sat beside him and a woman in her late thirties faced them. The scene was hazy and distorted so Amy couldn’t get a clear look at any of them or what the woman was holding up. The image evaporated and Amy felt alarmed at the thought that they may have lost their link to him. She silently reminded herself that she was only receiving impressions from Hurst and he probably saw much more clearly than she did. She had no remote-viewing ability whatsoever and had to trust the FBI agent to do his best. She brushed aside her anxiety and focused exclusively on Brian.
    Time dragged by with only fleeting impressions of Brian tickling the back of her mind occasionally. Amy shifted uncomfortably as her body ached from sitting still for so long. She didn’t notice right away how warm she’d become until a wave of scorching heat washed over her. She opened her eyes with surprise as she realized that Jason must be suffering from psychic burnout. His eyes snapped open and he clutched his chest and gasped for breath. A small fire erupted on the edge of the coffee table and there were several thuds from the walls as Jason’s telekinetic ability misfired. Teresa stepped toward him just as he crumpled to the floor. His body jerked spasmodically. The couch he’d been sitting on lurched violently. An instant later, Stephanie and Dick were thrown by an unseen force over the couch. The lamp on the end table toppled over and the wall pounded again as though something large had smashed into it.
    The waves of scorching heat abruptly died away and the telekinetic misfires halted as Jason lay very still. His brown eyes stared unseeing