"You're under surveillance!" she said sharply. "By whom and for how long?"
He told her of Jaffers' call, and winced at the sudden dismay in her face.
"At best you've killed an inoffensive psychiatrist with your problem," she said. "At worst—" She came around O'Donnell's desk toward him, her manner abruptly decisive. "We've less time than I hoped. Come out of here, quickly."
In the corridor, she opened her handbag and took out a thick white envelope. "There's no time now for explanations. The clippings will give you an idea of what you're up against. Lose your spy if you can and don't go near your apartment. I'll be at your cabin tonight at 21:00. You'll learn the rest then."
She pressed a stud at the elevator bank and chose an ascending lift. Alcorn realized that there would be a turbo-copter waiting for her on the roof.
She faced Philip before entering the cage. "You have no chance at all except with us. Remember that, or you'll regret it for the rest of your very short life."
Alcorn made no attempt to follow.
"... except with us," Janice Wynn had said.
Us?
She was like himself, gifted with his own talent. She was connected somehow with the faceless people of his hallucinations.