"Until a few moments ago, I didn't know he was a sensitive."

"Why do you think he didn't tell you?"

"I intend to ask him that. He must have reasons of his own. It's certainly not general knowledge. You're

not going to print that, are you?"

"Any reason why I shouldn't?" she asked.

"It's obviously something the man wants to be kept private."

"It's not exactly the world's greatest secret," she replied. "There are people in town who know about it."

"Maybe, but I certainly didn't know and odds are the killer doesn't know, either. If you print it, you'd be

warning the killer and putting Ramirez in jeopardy. The killer could come after him."

"That might help you catch him."

"That's not the kind of decision I want to make for anybody else. At least hold off on it until I've had a

chance to talk with Ramirez."

"Okay. I'll be interested to know why he didn't choose to tell you."

"I think I can guess," said Loomis.

"Why?"

"The other day, he asked me if I'd ever been involved in a case where I knew a cop was the

perpetrator. And when I said I had, he told me that I'd understand how he must feel. And I'm afraid I

do."

"You don't think he's going to try to find the killer by himself?"

"Cops like to wash their own dirty laundry," Loomis said. "Maybe adepts are no different."