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65 pointed to the photograph of the man with the wave of hair angled across his forehead. I felt a light touch on my temple. Startled I looked up from the magazine and met the gaze of the psychics Harold Sherman. His intense vision seemed to reach into my skull to explore the recesses of my mind. A light tingling began at my temple where Sherman still held the fingers of his right hand. I felt the tingling grow and spread with caressing warmth to the back of my neck and down the line of my spine. I leaned into the power of the man’s hand. After a few seconds his hand fell away. His lips parted as he smiled at me. It was a smile that spread to his eyes, a smile which touched me with the same delicacy his fingers had shown as he’d touched my forehead only a moment a before. He...He knows, I thought. “What’s going on?” My producer shuffled in his chair and turned to Sherman when the author returned to the chair where he had been sitting. “Awhile ago, before you arrived,” Sherman ignored my boss’ question, “A national network called and offered to pay me to do a documentary.” “What’s ...”” My boss looked blank. “Do you still want to do a documentary about me and my work?” Sherman interrupted. “Of course we do.” My answer tumbled over my lips. “We can’t pay you anything.” My producer tossed out the words quickly. a i a on es 5) seemed warm and abnormally Wa ML Le we seemed warm and abnormally quiet. “I want my documentary done right. To be sure that it is what I want, I'll pay your company $10,000. But it has to be just right,” He paused, smiled, then added with a gesture toward the floor, “The man in the magazine is a noted French scientist, Dr. Jacques Vallee.” “] want Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator Sherman concentrated his attention on me. The room