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bruises
blooming on the girl's neck, the flash of the blade... She downed the rest of
her wine in one go.
    Dom took her hand, his grip solid and comforting, but
still sending flashes of electricity through her. "And then?"
    "Then it's the same as every other time, Dom. I
see white light and I'm back in my body, scared as hell."
    "See, this white light, that's what gets
me." He leaned in, picking at the chips on her plate. "What happens
to pull you back to your body?"
    She shrugged. "Shock? Fear? Who knows? What happens to pull me to the scene in the
first place?"
    "I did a lot of research on OBEs." He smiled
with grim humor. "I think that's what drove Angie away in the end,
actually. She said I was obsessed. You know scientists have been able to
re-create them in labs? They stimulate part of the brain, get particular
brainwave frequencies going, and apparently it causes OBEs. They call it
mechanical induction."
    A creeping sense of unease filled Keira. "Yeah? And this really works?"
    He nodded. "I've been speaking to a doctor at
University College London. Met him on a case last year. It's kind of a pet project of his." He stared down into his pint,
obviously hesitant to say whatever he was about say. "I'd like you to try
it, Keira."
    "I don't know," she said. "It sounds dangerous,
Dom. I mean, how do they do it? Drugs? Machines? I don't know."
    "It's perfectly safe," he assured her.
"I've watched them do it. They use a sensory deprivation tank. No drugs, no chemicals, nothing."
    She shifted in her seat, playing nervously with her
earrings. "And what's the point?"
    "I'm wondering how solid your connection to the
Slasher is. I'm wondering if the shock of seeing the murder is what throws you
back into your body, and if we set up an OBE under controlled circumstances, if
you could learn to keep it going, to follow the killer."
    "Dom." She didn't want to refuse him, but
it just sounded too out there. "I don't think I want to make this a bigger
part of my life than it already is."
    "I get that, Keira, I do. But I'd like you to at
least sleep on it. Either this is the Shoreditch Slasher or a
copycat, and either way we're going to have more dead girls on our hands
soon. Killers like this don't stop. They just escalate." He ran his hands
through his hair, suddenly looking exhausted and frustrated. "We got no
breaks last time. I don't want history to repeat itself this time. I want to
nail this bastard, and I think you can help."
    His sincerity, his determination tugged at her. She
remembered all too well the panic and fear that choked London during the
Slasher's last reign, both before and after her own attack. The idea of that
happening again, of more women dying so violently and senselessly, was just
horrible. She rested her head in her hands, fighting a headache. He was right;
he was always bloody right.
    "Okay," she said finally, raising her head
to meet his hopeful gaze. "I'll do it. But I think you're overestimating
me."
    He smiled. "Never."
     

Chapter Three
     
    The next morning, Dom took her to meet Doctor Rudolf.
His lab was based in the Computer Science Department of University College
London, and the clean, professional look of the place set Keira a little more
at ease than she had been.
    Simon Rudolf was a squat man with an infectious smile.
He grasped Keira's hand in both of his, pumping enthusiastically.
"Detective Abbott's told me so much about you," he said. "It's a
pleasure. You're in good hands with me, I assure you."
    Keira stole a glance at Dom, who flushed and made a
show of studying his watch. She bit back a smile. Knowing that Dom talked about
her – even if it was just in a dry, academic sense to this man – made her feel
warm and... desirable .
    She mumbled something to Simon – she had no idea what
– and stared around the lab. Bright monitors and medical equipment were
everywhere, for measuring brainwaves, heart rates, whatever. The sensory
deprivation tank sat against the far wall, a simple white unit