Sophie dropped to her knees next to Keefe and tried to get him to look at her. "It's going to be okay," she said, taking his clammy hand.
Keefe didn't blink.
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The memory started over, and Sophie watched it replay, searching for clues she'd missed. One thing she knew for sure: Ruy—the Psionipath—wasn't the Boy Who Disappeared.
But that didn't matter at the moment. She needed to get Keefe back.
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She stayed by Keefe's side, even though it meant sleeping in a rather uncomfortable chair. Night stretched into morning, and Sophie began to realize how long twenty-four hours could feel.