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Devlin posts in A Hard Day's Night

Jack Devlin was feeling truly lost. The last time he had felt this way, he was wandering the streets of 1960 London after disappearing for twenty years, with no memories regarding his absence. Devlin's current conundrum had far greater stakes: his partner and dearest friend had been framed for involvement in the murder of Joan Shears, who just happens to be the daughter of retired PSI agent William "Billy the Kid" Shears.

Just as Devlin was known as "Mr. Kite" for his psychic avatar's weightless locomotion, Shears was known as "Billy the Kid" for his psychic avatar's stubborn, Peter Pan-like refusal to age past childhood. Shears had been Devlin's first partner at PSI. The gruesome death of Joan had shaken Devlin considerably; he first met Joan as a teenager, pretty, full of dreams and ambitions. To see those dreams and ambitions staining the carpet made his bile rise in his throat. The suggestion that Eleanor was involved ... Devlin was not prone to flights of anger, but at the moment, he wanted very much to put his fist through the nearest wall.

Sarge had worked his bureaucratic magic in allowing PSI to investigate the crime scene. Certainly deep-scan telepathic interrogation of Maxwell Edison would be on the schedule soon enough. First, however, Devlin had to find evidence to support his belief that Eleanor wasn't involved.

As Devlin and his fellow PSI investigators combed the drawing room like a pack of blind men learning a new room, with their hands extended, feeling for any psychic echoes that may have been left behind, Devlin couldn't shake a tingle in his nose. Something smelled of ozone, like a television set that had been left on for too long, and a heavily refined plastic. Following this scent, Devlin wandered near the drawing room door, where he found in a jar a nylon wig and polythylene mask in the spitting image of Mrs. Rigby.

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