medicine.
She swallowed and said, 'I was there at your place last night. At the billet reading with Junie Moon. I was the one who asked how many children I'd have.'
'Yes. I remember. What can I do for you?' His words came quickly, sounding clipped, impatient.
'I was wondering if I could ask you about your answer.'
'My answer?'
'Yes. You told me I'd have two children, and I was wondering how you knew that. I don't mean to insult you, but I need to know if you were guessing or-'
'I am sorry Miss, Mrs...'
'DiLauro. Gia DiLauro.'
'Well, Gia DiLauro, I am afraid that now is not exactly a good time to discuss this. Perhaps later in the week, when things have settled down a little.'
Settled down? Something in his voice...
'Has something happened?'
'Happened?' Abruptly his tone sharpened. 'Why do you think something has happened?'
She remembered Jack's impression that Ifasen was afraid of something, and his theory of what and why.
'Did someone make more trouble for you last night after we left?'
'What?' The voice jumped a register. 'What are you talking about?'
'One of your competitors, isn't it. Jealous because you're stealing their clients, am I right?'
The silence on the other end was answer enough.
Gia said, 'You're probably thinking, 'Hey, I'm the psychic here,' right? But it's nothing like that.'
'If you have anything to do with-'
'Oh, no. Please don't think that. I never heard of you before last night. But maybe I can help.'
'This is not your concern. And even if it were, I do not see how you-'
'Oh, no. Not me.' She laughed; it sounded high and nervous just like she felt. 'I'd be no help at all. But I know someone who's very good at this sort of thing. I'll have him give you a call.'
Ifasen hemmed and hawed, obviously not wanting to admit that someone with his connections to the Other Side needed help, but once he learned that the matter would be handled with the utmost discretion with no connection to the police, he relented. But he wanted to make the call, so Gia gave him Jack's voice mail number.
What did I just do? Gia thought after she hung up. Me, the one who keeps wanting Jack to find another line of work, I just got him a job. Maybe.
What on earth had possessed her to do such a thing?
Because as much as she hated Jack's work, she wanted to see him back to his old self. That meant getting off his butt and taking on fix-it jobs again. And this one sounded kind of safe. A couple of competing psychics duking it out over clients. Jack could handle them with his eyes closed.
But then, Ifasen had been worried about a bomb last night, hadn't he. She'd forgot about that. How could she be so stupid?
Call him back. Right. Tell him to forget the number she'd given him. Lose it. But why would he listen to her? If he was going to call, he'd call. But maybe he wouldn't call. Maybe he'd figure he could handle this on his own.
She could only hope.
7
Wondering at the damn funky turns life can take, Jack strolled through the dusk up the front walk of Menelaus Manor for the second time in twenty-four hours.
The first shock was hearing a message from Ifasen on his voice mail. The second was learning that Gia had given him the number. She'd explained the how and why of it between bouts of lovemaking late this afternoon and into the evening. He still didn't quite understand it. She seemed fixated on the two-children bit. Why? He sensed she wasn't telling him everything, but that was unlike her. Usually he was the one with the secrets.
Like the bullet hole in Ifasen's picture window, for instance. He'd spotted it on their way out last night. If he'd seen it going in he'd have turned her around and headed home immediately. Didn't want Gia anywhere near a house someone was using for target practice.
Ifasen's voice mail message had played it coy, saying he was being harassed but giving no specifics. When Jack had called him back the man had said he wanted to try to handle the matter without the police because of the risk of adverse publicity. Did Jack think he could help?
The idea of doing a fix-it job for Ifasen appealed to Jack. Psychics operated in the sort of quasi-legal demimonde he was comfortable in. Plus it offered the possibility of running a con on some scammers, and that was always fun.
So now he was back. A lot more lights on tonight-the front porch and most of the windows were aglow. As Jack stepped up on the porch he noticed that the windows running off to his right were covered in heavy black cloth. The 'channeling room,' if he remembered, and they hadn't been like that last night. Something must have happened since then. Something bad enough to prompt a call for help.
Jack reached for the bell, but the door opened before he rang.
Ifasen-or the guy who called himself Ifasen-stood in the doorway, staring at him. 'You?'
'Hello, Lyle.'
The dark eyes widened in the dark face. 'Lyle? I don't know who-?'
'You're Lyle Kenton, and I'm the one you called.'
'But... you were here...'
'Last night. I know. Can I come in?'
Lyle stepped aside and Jack slipped past him into the waiting room. His brother stood inside, a few feet behind.
Jack extended his hand. 'I'm Jack. You must be Charles.'
Charles shook his hand, but his eyes were on his older brother. 'How...?'
'Simple, really. All you need is a computer. It's a matter of public record that Lyle and Charles Kenton own this house.'
Jack made it sound as if he'd done the search. But Abe had been the one. He was better at that sort of thing.
Jack wandered over to the picture window and examined the bullet hole, noticed how it had been plugged with some sort of glue.
'Looks like a .32.' He turned to Lyle. 'You have the slug?'
Lyle nodded. 'Want to see it?'
'Maybe later.'
'Did some checking up on you too,' Lyle said. 'Or tried to.'
'Really.' Jack would have been surprised if he hadn't. 'Find my website?'
Another nod. 'Charlie did.'
'Repairmanjack.com,' Charlie said with a hint of disdain. 'Pretty beat site. Nothin' but a box to send you email.'
'Serves my purposes.'
Lyle fingered the end of one of his dreadlocks, twisting it back and forth. 'I asked around some. Found someone who's heard of you, but he didn't think you were real. He heard you mentioned by someone who knows somebody whose sister's uncle hired you once. Something along those lines. Like you're some kind of urban legend.'
'That's me. Urban legend.' Jack hoped to keep it that way. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the pierced window. 'Just one shot?'
'One's enough, don't you think? Tried to burn us out last night but I chased them off before they could get the
