Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. When a mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills, Linc doesn’t know if he can trust them. While posing as cops to question a prisoner, Linc loses control of his powers and possibly kills the prisoner. During their escape, he discovers that there’s more to his abilities then he knew…

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Linc took his time thinking about his response, he wanted to be careful about his words. Theoretically, he had nothing to hide, but reality felt a little different. He got the impression that if he was not precise in his retelling he might end up trapped like Eva behind that mysterious door. It seemed likely that something similar had taken place with Eva, that she had displayed some powers that frightened Genetitech enough that they had locked her away. Now more than ever he needed to find a way to make contact with her, if she was still there, to find out why she had been locked away. In the meantime he needed to convince Joe and Kate that he wasn’t any danger to them.

“I’m not sure exactly how it happened,” Linc said, his story coming slowly.

He recounted the events at the police station, which were already growing fuzzy in his memory, gaining steam as he went. Joe nodded a couple of times as he talked, which made him feel a little better, while Kate sat stone faced thought the entire tale, which did not. She scribbled furiously in a notebook, but she angled it away so that he couldn’t see what she was writing. When he got to the part where the guards lifted Terrance’s lifeless face from the table, Linc’s voice caught in his throat. When he finished talking Kate leaned back in her chair.

“Let’s go back to the point where you were trying to dig deeper,” she said, flipping back through her notebook. “You were thinking, ‘where did you hide the money’?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“And he just shouted?” Linc nodded in response. “Did you notice anything strangeright before that?”

“I could tell that Moises was doing the same thing, but that’s it.”

“And were you doing anything different than you had before?”

Linc stopped to think about this question. He’d been asking himself the same thing over and over again, but to no avail. “I was concentrating really hard, but I wouldn’t say that was unusual.” 

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