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HISTORY HAS A WAY OF REPEATING ITSELF, EVEN FOR TELEPATHS....

As a Level Eight telepath, I am the best police interrogator in the department. But I'm not a cop—I never will be—and my only friend on the force, Homicide Detective Isabella Cherabino, is avoiding me because of a telepathic link I created by accident.

And I might not even be an interrogator for much longer. Our boss says unless I pull out a miracle, I'll be gone before Christmas. I need this job, damn it. It's the only thing keeping me sane.