Zach stood and matched Dix’s angry tone.
“Damn it, Dix—you agreed, not me.”
Zach jabbed a finger toward Dix for emphasis.
“Having these gifts is part of who I am.
You use your reflexes and your hunches, so why can’t I?
I’ve used psychic skills on more cases than you really want to know about, and as you just pointed out, I haven’t been wrong yet.
If you’re honest with yourself, you’ll admit your objectivity on this case could affect your judgment…”
He trailed off, letting his words find their target.
He knew he’d hit a nerve from the stricken look on Dix’s face.
But damn it, Dix needed to let him do his job.