He concentrated his will on the teleportation, but made a mistake. He forgot to designate a destination.
Darkness came for a split second.
Then soft light.
A living room—but not Patty's.
A woman screamed, staring at him. The man with her cursed and threw a cocktail glass in an automatic hostile response. It struck Heck's temple and shattered.
The woman was the blonde sales analyst for Jason Spooner. She gaped at Heck open-mouthed. The man seemed familiar. Heck had met him recently, he knew.
Suddenly it came to him. The man was Amos Weatherby of Weatherby, Inc. Met him? He'd known Weatherby for years!
And Heck had seen the living room before. It was the main room of the two-room suite Amos Weatherby had taken at the convention hotel.
"Finch!" Weatherby cried.