Dream Eyes

like you can look up crystal tuners online or find one in a phonebook. At least I don’t think you can.”

Judson watched the coffee drip into the pot as if the machine was a crystal ball that would reveal secrets. “If I were the killer, it might occur to me that the best source of leads would be Evelyn’s files.”

Gwen raised her brows. “It might occur to you?”

He winced. “Sorry about that. I’ve been thinking like the bad guys for a while now. Over time it becomes a habit.”

“No need to apologize,” she said briskly. “You aren’t really thinking like the bad guys when you try to get inside their heads.”

“No?” He sounded amused.

“No. You’re thinking like a good investigator. You’re doing what you were born to do—hunt bad guys.”

“Thanks. I’ll cling to that theory. How did Evelyn find her test subjects two years ago?”

“I see where you’re going here.” Gwen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Evelyn had her own counseling records from the time she worked at the Summerlight Academy. They were stored on her computer. Her files would provide a nice, neatly categorized list of people with talents. It’s horrible to think that Sundew is going to stalk some poor innocent crystal tuner and force her to tune his weapon for him.”

“He’s not going to get the chance to do that because we’re going to stop him,” Judson said.

“Do you really think we can do that?”

“Yes,” he said. “I really think we can do it. And soon.”

The coffee finished brewing, and they drank it in silence for a time. After a while, Gwen lowered her cup.

“It wouldn’t be all that easy to find them, you know,” she said.

Judson looked at her. “You’re talking about the talents in the Summerlight files?”

“Yes. I told you that the one thing most of us learned was how to keep a low profile and pass for normal. The truly dangerous talents really excelled when it came to learning those lessons. But there were also the students who were overwhelmed by the onset of their abilities or too fragile psychologically to handle them. Some of them ended up in institutions. Some ended up on the streets. Some simply disappeared. This Sundew will have his work cut out for him trying to find a crystal tuner in those files.”

“You’re good at passing for normal,” Judson said. “Why didn’t you go into the mainstream professional world? With your talent you could have done brilliantly. I’ll bet you could easily be pulling in several hundred bucks an hour as a high-end shrink. No one would have to know that it was your psychic talent that made you so good at your work.”

She smiled faintly. “In other words, you want to know why I bill myself as a low-rent psychic counselor when I could have a string of letters after my name?”

“For the record, I never used the term low-rent.”

“Right. Well, the answer is twofold. First, it’s hard to outrun your past when that past includes a place like Summerlight.”

“All you needed was a new identity,” Judson said.

“It’s true that Nick could have set me up with a false identity, complete with transcripts from some respectable school,” she agreed. “He’s offered to do it on several occasions.”

“He’s versatile.”

“Certainly.” She was aware of a flash of genuine pride. “Nick is very talented. And to tell you the truth, I have considered taking him up on his offer from time to time. But I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life pretending to be something or, rather, someone I’m not.”

“It would have been hard work.”

“In order to maintain the lie, I would have had to deceive everyone around me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, year in and year out. I think that would have become intolerable over time.”

“Sort of like going into the witness protection program,” Judson said.

“Just imagine not being able to confide the truth about your own past to a close friend or a lover without running the risk of losing the person’s friendship or love. Imagine not being able to trust anyone with the truth about yourself.”

“My family has been keeping secrets for two generations,” he said. “We expect to have to keep them a while longer.”

The quiet comment caught her by surprise.

“Yes,” she said. “You and your family do know what it’s like to keep secrets, don’t you? Those crystals from the Phoenix Mine—”

“It’s not just about the crystals. Sam is getting married. He and Abby will want children. Both of them have powerful paranormal profiles. We don’t know much about psychic genetics, but it’s a good bet their offspring will be talented, too. We’ll have to protect the kids and help them cope with their psychic sides.”

“I hadn’t thought about it, but I suppose even a member of the wealthy and powerful Coppersmith family who possesses some talent has to learn to pass for normal.”

“You do if you want to operate in the normal business world. And Coppersmith, Inc., is a very big business.”

She smiled. “I’ve heard that.”

“The bottom line for all of us is that we’re going to need to stay at least partly in the shadows all of our lives, and our descendants will, too. There’s no telling if or when the public will learn to treat the paranormal as normal.”

“But at least you’ve got a family around you to help you guard those secrets.”

“What do you know about your own family?” he asked.

“My family by DNA? Not much. I was raised by my aunt who took me in after my parents were killed in a car crash. Aunt Beth was a very good person, but she was also very religious. When my talents started to emerge, she was . . . horrified. I think she truly believed that I was possessed. She took me to church a lot. I finally got the point and pretended to be cured. But I’m pretty sure she knew that I was still having visions. On her deathbed her last words to me were, Don’t tell anyone.”

“Not bad advice, under the circumstances.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Gwen said. “And I tried to follow it. But I wound up in Summerlight, anyway.”

Judson frowned, looking suddenly thoughtful. “How did that happen? It was an expensive boarding school, by all accounts. Abby told Sam that her family paid a fortune to send her there.”

“I got in the same way Nick did. We were informed that our expenses were covered by a special charity fund. Lucky us. Evelyn told me the truth, though. She said that social workers and shrinks and others who dealt with troubled youth who displayed certain symptoms were encouraged to send the kids to Summerlight for evaluation. If they met the criteria for admission, they would be accepted, all expenses paid. Sam said at least one, maybe more, of the counselors at the school actively searched for students who displayed evidence of talent.”

“When this job is over, I’m going to try to find out if there are other copies of those old school files floating around,” Judson said. “I don’t like the idea that someone can use them to go on a talent hunt.”

The words acted like a dash of icy water on Gwen’s senses. She straightened in her chair and shoved her fingers through her hair.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a quick shower,” she said. “It’s been a long night. I’m ready for breakfast.”

She pushed herself up out of the chair. But Judson was already on his feet, blocking her path. His jaw was steel-hard and his eyes burned.

“What the hell did I say?” he asked.

She held her ground. Show no weakness.

She gave him a blandly polite smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t give me that.” Judson wrapped his hands around her shoulders. “I said something just now that sent you straight into deep freeze. What did I say?”

“Sorry.” She kept her tone light and polite. “It was nothing. Just a reality check.”

He tightened his grip and pulled her closer. “Talk to me, Gwendolyn Frazier. I may be psychic, but I can’t read your mind.”

“It’s all right,” she said, softening her words because she could see that he had absolutely no idea why she