He turned to glare at her and under his gaze she looked away and tugged nervously at her dress.
Parr walked swiftly toward the rest room, his every energy concentrated on his mind shield.
As he passed the table, the girl shuffled uneasily on the chair.
Without breaking stride, Parr fired the focus gun into the man's back.
He was clear of the tables when he heard, from behind, the initial surprised, "Oh!"
He had one hand on the door marked "MEN" when he felt the confusion in his mind. Automatically, he pushed open the door. A puzzling realization that something was wrong....
He turned left, from the narrow corridor into the rest room proper.
And he went down to his hands and knees on the filthy tile, writhing in agony.
CHAPTER IV