about was her own search for some old artifact she called the Key. She never seemed to miss any of the antiques that my sons removed from her back room.”
“Your sons?”
“Brody and Mack. The two men Attridge just arrested. I’ll see about getting them out of jail later. Shouldn’t be difficult. They’re both hunters, after all. But right now the engine is my first priority.”
“Jeremy handled the sale of the items you stole from my aunt, didn’t he?”
“He was the one with the connections,” Thelma said. “Our partnership worked well until he tried to cheat me out of the snow globe.” She flinched. Her eyes tightened in pain. “It’s getting too hot.”
“I know,” Charlotte said softly. “It’s going to get hotter.”
She heard the back door of the shop open. The shiver of awareness that went through her told her that Slade had arrived. He moved silently into the doorway between the two rooms. Out of the corner of her eye Charlotte saw another, much smaller shadow at his heels. Rex.
But Thelma did not notice. She was staring, transfixed, into the snow globe.
“Why didn’t Brody and Mack use the Quicksilver Mirror on Slade?” Charlotte asked.
“Bah. Neither of them is strong enough to generate killing energy with the mirror. I had them use the automaton, instead. But something obviously went wrong. No matter, I’ll deal with the chief later.”
“I wouldn’t plan on it, if I were you,” Charlotte said.
“Nonsense. I did some research on him when he took the job. It appears that he had some talent at one time but he’s just a burned-out FBPI agent now. According to his parapsych records, he’s deteriorating and will continue to do so.” Thelma started to shiver violently.
“Among sensitives, a talent for viewing aura rainbows isn’t considered especially useful,” Charlotte said quietly. “But it turns out that if you’re really, really good at it you can tune the energy in certain objects to resonate with an individual’s aura.”
Dawning horror lit Thelma’s features but she still could not look away from the engine.
“What are you talking about?” she gasped.
“As it happens, what can be tuned to resonate positively can be tuned to achieve the . . . opposite effect,” Charlotte said.
Thelma struggled to unclamp her hand from around the snow globe. When that failed she smashed the object violently against a nearby table. The glass did not shatter. Inside the dome, ominous snow continued to fall over the ancient city of London.
Thelma shuddered violently. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She collapsed abruptly, crumpling to the floor.
The engine fell from her limp fingers, landing with a thud. The glass snow disappeared. The dome went dark.
Slade moved into the room, pistol in hand. He crouched briefly to check Thelma’s throat for a pulse. Charlotte watched him, gripping the edge of a nearby table to steady herself. The shock of what she had done slammed through her. Her pulse was skidding violently.
Slade got to his feet, holstered the gun, and pulled Charlotte into his arms.
“It’s all right,” he said into her hair. “She’s still alive, if that’s what’s worrying you.”
Charlotte realized she was getting short of breath. “I wasn’t sure what would happen. There was so much energy in that s-snow globe.”
“What did you do to the globe?”
“Usually I t-tune objects so that they resonate harmoniously with a person’s aura. This time I reversed the p-process. I tweaked the globe’s ccurrents so that they dampened Thelma’s own frequencies.”
He looked down at Thelma. “You flatlined her aura for a time. Long enough to make her lose consciousness.”
“Something like that, y-yes.” She touched the pendant. “It wasn’t until I found this that I realized I might be able to do such a thing. But until now, I’ve never had a reason to actually try it and there was no way to run an experiment. I wasn’t sure it would work.”
Slade whistled softly. “I’ll be damned. You could turn just about any psi-infused antique into a weapon.”
“Yes.”
He smiled slowly. “If word got out what you can do with antiques, it would not be good for your business.”
“That thought o-occurred to me a few years ago. That’s why I’ve never told anyone, not even my own family. You’re the only one who knows.”
He held her a little away from him. “And you’re the only one who knows what I can do with my talent.”
“D-don’t worry, I can k-keep a secret,” she whispered.
“So can I.”
“Great. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have a panic attack.”
“Breathe,” Slade ordered.
“Right. I can do that.”
Chapter 30
AT NINE THIRTY THAT NIGHT SLADE LOUNGED ON Charlotte’s sofa, phone in one hand, a beer in the other. He propped his ankles on a hassock and watched the flames leap on the hearth while he gave Marlowe Jones a summary of events.
“Brody and Mack Duncan were living under fake IDs,” he said. “Took a while to find out their real names. They were picked up by the Frequency City cops this afternoon and booked on a number of charges. They’re ratting out dear old Mom as fast as they can. Thelma Duncan is in a locked ward in the parapsych wing of Frequency Memorial Hospital. Looks like she had a stroke. She’s confused and disoriented and no one thinks she’ll make a full recovery.”
“There is a detective in the Frequency Police Department who is Arcane,” Marlowe said. “He’s keeping an eye on things for me. He says that as far as the authorities are concerned, the Duncan boys and their mother were operating a small-time burglary ring that specialized in antiques.”
“All true as far as it goes,” Slade said. He caught Charlotte’s eye.
“I called the museum lab people and warned them that in addition to the Sylvester curiosity they’ll have two more hot objects to transport, the Quicksilver Mirror and the Bridewell Engine. They’re very excited.”
Slade watched Rex hop up onto the coffee table. Rex opened the clutch purse and removed the shiny, crystal-encrusted lady’s compact that Charlotte had convinced him to exchange for the gold watch. He started playing with the compact. He had not yet figured out how to open it but that did not seem to bother him. He clearly considered the project a game.
“There’s a fourth object,” Slade said. “A gold watch that seems to be able to de-rez the automaton.”
“I’ll tell the transport team.”
“That’s it for now,” Slade said. “Time to eat here.”
“Dinner? It’s nearly ten o’clock.”
“It’s been busy here on Rainshadow, what with the problem of Thelma and her boys and the poststorm cleanup. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Wait, don’t hang up. Now that your talent has, uh, stabilized, will you be going back to work for the Bureau?”
“No,” Slade said. He watched Charlotte set a plate of cheese and pickle sandwiches on the coffee table. “I won’t be going back to my old job.”
“Well, in that case,” Marlowe said smoothly, “would you be interested in working as a contract agent for Jones & Jones? I’m getting more work now since Adam and I got all that publicity a while back. I could really
