The US government recruits psychics to find spies during WWII.
Opening herself to ridicule by revealing she’s clairvoyant is the last thing U.S. WAVES Lieutenant Livvy Delacourt wants, but when Uncle Sam needs her skill to track Nazi spies, she jumps in with both feet.
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Livvy tries to shield others while not going so far as to give away her secret--that she is a clairvoyant.
This time she wasn't quick enough.
The closer Livvy got to the bins at the far end of the warehouse, the more her pores released sweat and her head pounded. Even with protections in place, a full-blown psychic episode was returning. The trauma was more intense than any she’d ever experienced. She clenched her teeth as a brown fog drifted before her eyes. She swayed on her feet.
Trey caught her elbow. “Are you all right, Lieutenant?”
“Fine, sir.” She gritted her teeth. She wanted to yell she was under attack by evil spirits, but they’d think her crazy. She’d learned over the years to keep her clairvoyance a secret closely guarded by family and friends.
Mr. Lesisko made a brief comment on the stock stored there and then said, “We’re finished here.”
Livvy stopped taking notes and packed up her notepad. Something bad was imminent. She had to get everyone away.
“Excuse me, Commander. There is something wrong with me.” She touched her head where the headache was the worst. “I need some fresh air.”
“Would you like the plant nurse to take a look at you?” the plant manager asked.
“I’d be grateful, sir.”
Mr. Lesisko ushered them toward an exit door. “This way to the infirmary.”
She followed the men toward the exit.
Just then a blast rattled the building. Something crashed against her head and shoulders and threw her to her knees, causing ripples of pain and flashes of light before blessedly knocking her out.