"Not 'of course.' I'll have to have quiet, with just Teresa to communicate through."
"If you have any ideas, try them," said Wallach.
"Do you really know what you're doing?" demanded Frank Crandall.
"I think so," I replied. "If it works, it'll be because I happen to feel close to Holly."
"Could be," he said with a shrug. I almost flipped. Duels have been fought over less. But instead of taking offense, Crandall topped it off by adding, "You could have been a lot closer if you'd tried. She always said you had the alert, pixie-type mind that was pure relaxation instead of a dead let-down after a period of deep concentration. But you were always scuttling off somewhere. Well, go ahead and try, Tom. And good luck!"
I took a deep breath.
"Teresa?" I asked.
"Yes, Mr. Lincoln?"
"Tell Harla to concentrate on the buttons."
"He is."