The stalking was a slow, awkward process. Cahil could not tell the direction his foe was in, merely the distance by how strongly he received an impression of the other’s mind. If he walked a given path and the feeling faded, he knew he was going the wrong way; if the strength increased, he knew he was headed correctly.
He was aided in this curious search by the enemy itself, which seemed equally intent on stalking him. As both sides progressed along their search the pace accelerated. Both telepaths were drawn to one another with a curious fascination, and both knew a showdown would be inevitable. Cahil ducked into an alley momentarily to check the z-beamer Brigida had picked up for him at the farm. He was armed and ready for trouble.
The mind touch grew stronger until, from the corner of
