Looking for Patrick was out. There was no way on this Earth she was going down into those tunnels alone—not at night, anyway. And if Randy was a captive down there as well, then he too would just have to wait.
She headed to her bag and dug out the bra belonging to Mckenzie's niece. She'd had no real sense of direction from the few readings she'd taken, but maybe, if she concentrated enough, she might be able to get some hint of Annabel's location.
And if it was down in those tunnels with the other two, then she might just raid the minibar and get plastered. Better that than sitting here letting her imagination go crazy.
She sat down on the plush leather sofa and opened the plastic bag. Holding the silken wisp of material in her hand, she closed her eyes and reached deep.
Images came, muted flashes of color and sound. She frowned, trying to focus on the where rather than the what.
