I quickly told the place in my head that this was a danger and make my shield treat it like a poisonous gas to keep it away from me. It worked almost ...mmediately. The person in the SUV no longer made me sick when I was looking at their squiggly lines. They must have decided I wasn’t what they were seeking because the neon pink fog was gone from me.Oh shit! It is all over the person in the SUV that is like me. It is even stronger than what they had sent toward me too!Almost in a panic I reached. I was a loyal and trusting person. Is that a crime?I didn't know what to do but I had to make some quick decisions. I took Sandman's advice to heart and knew I had to make everyone think I knew nothing but at the same time sort this out.Physically and tactically I wasn't in Sandman's class so the only way to hurt him was to undo what he had done. They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I had to speak to Doug Peterson.With that decision made I went back to bed and tried to sleep. I awoke. But then she stayed out all night and came home looking, well, not quite as though she was something the cat dragged in, but as though she'd been out on the tiles, and we were really disappointed. I think we jumped to conclusions, were unfair. We thought ... were afraid..."I shook my head. "You raised a moral little girl, Mister Benton. Other than her lack of application at school and playing the fool, I never heard of any suggestion she was anything but a good girl. Cheeky, lazy, but a good. They were all weak if it came right down to it. Frank himself had some misgivings about Kayla’s planned move from Phoenix to Santa Fe, and wasn’t sure the sedan would hold up to her abuse for the duration of the trip. Especially once she’d told him that she’d be pulling a rental trailer. She never maintained it, and only brought it to him when something was wrong. Kayla abused everything and everybody equally as far as he could tell and she expected things to last forever. He’d faced her.