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>> Obsession Carol Davis Summary from Backcover: LEAPING ALL YOUR TROUBLES BEHIND? A woman named Stephanie Keller has come to Albuquerque, demanding to see Dr. Samuel Beckett, immediately. Who is she? A fortune-hunting opportunist? A sensation-seeking journalist? Or, as she claims, Sam's wife ... Sam Beckett, the one person who might be able to answer these questions, isn't available, of course. He's fifteen years in the past, enjoying a Leap that seems almost like a vacation, as a winter caretaker in a summer resort , with very little to do, and only a large, friendly dog for company. What he doesn't know, what he can't be told, is that Stephanie Keller is about to turn his life and his work into a tabloid headline. Whether she is a glitch in time, or a scam artist, she has become a threat to the very existence of Project Quantum Leap. And if she can't be stopped, Sam's vacation Leap may be his last ... ISBN: #1-57297-241-6 (USA) Copyright: 1997 by MCA Publishing Rights Printing History: Boulevard edition/March 1997 Pages: 310 Cover Art: Stephen Gardner Excerpt: But there were other times when the truth would not have helped. When Sam had to be led in a different direction. Told a fairy tale. About the me that I pretend to be, Al thought. "Kid," he said, "you gotta trust me on this one. We'll handle everything. You do what you're supposed to do, and get out of here. Move on. Okay? Trust me." Sam looked at him unhappily. "It's my Project," he said after a moment. "Yeah," Al concurred. "It's yours. But you're there, and we're here. Or ... you're here, and they're out there ..." He cut himself off, squinted down at the handlink as if he expected Ziggy to offer him some words of wisdom - which certainly was not likely to happen in his lifetime - then put the thing in his pocket and held his hands out, palms up. "We'll handle it," he promised. "I know we're not megabrained like the guy who hired us, but we can iron out a few wrinkles." "You could at least tell me what it is." "No, Sam," Al said, "I can't. And even that's probably saying too much." "I want to help." "I know you do. I know it. But, kid ..." "I'm not a kid, Al." "I know that, Sam," Al said gently. "But you can't help. You've got more important stuff to do." Sam's head drooped, his line of sight drifting down to the rug in front of his bare feet, his hands clasped between his knees. "I wish I could make that decision once in a while." "Yeah. I know." "I don't know how much longer I can do this, Al." "As long as you need to," Al told him. |