How she lived in dread of being read. And of course,it happened from time to time. Fortunately, Lois had been one of thefortunate ones who did not hav... any dangerous situations resulting frombeing read. She tried to be careful about where and when she went,especially when she had to travel alone. Now she had reached a pointwhere she thought that maybe someone wondered, but they probably left notbeing quite sure. Still, Lois thought how ironic that she had to work sohard to pass or blend (as one. She needed to use her powers to "listen in" on Officer John - the one who had been so hard on Angel when asking about Ms. Wilson.What she discovered was disturbing on many levels. The two men talking to him were expertly and heavily shielded. Lena could hardly sense them at all, except by way of their effect on the officer.They played on his self image as a cowboy among cops - a man who did things his way and left the constraints of "procedure" to his more timid coworkers. They also played. I sat there and cried for a few minutes until I heard a knock on the doorand Sam?s muffled voice, ?Jordan are you in there??I debated for a few seconds if I should answer her or not, then I heardher voice again, ?Jordan I can hear you, let me in so I can talk to you.?I shook my head, not that she could see me. I cleared my throat and saidloud enough for her to hear me, ?I?m okay Sam, don?t worry about it.??Jordan... No, you?re not okay, I know you?re not. Please Jordan let mein.? she pleaded.I. ”She stepped back and looked me over. “Well, you’re clothes aren’t soiled, but if you feel strongly enough about it, I don’t see why we couldn’t get you something for tonight.”I turned my head slightly, a touch wary of what she had in mind. “Something for tonight?”She smiled. “I’m not talking about buying you a wardrobe, but you’ll need a jacket. I’m sure we can pick you up a shirt and slacks to go with it.”I shook my head. “I don’t have that much money to spare.”She rolled her eyes and shook.