I raise my cup to Mary and a thumbs-up. She replies with a grin. Emotions flicker across her mind and fade in a blink, to return guardedly.
Standing to my feet naturally, I crush my ice cream cup, throwing it in a nearby trash can on my way to my parked car. My eyes scout everything in my field of vision, looking for watching eyes. I have realized that, with Mary, I can't sense her mind because it is blank.
And my telepathy can't sense people who don't have minds. Mary Sue Abe is Ghost without the linen regalia of the Tombs.
If she is an enemy, she will almost certainly be a Hunter, not a werewolf or a vampire. And it would be cautious to treat her as an enemy, especially since I can't read her mind and remove any ounce of doubt.
