Cooper picked up the green vase and held the flower closer to the light to examine it. 'Did you and Griggs ever meet again?'
'He came into the shop a few days ago and made a show of buying another tisane. While I was preparing it, he asked me if Rose had brought me any more flowers. Rose growled at him. It was embarrassing.'
'What did you tell Griggs?'
'I lied through my teeth and said that there hadn't been any more flowers. But I don't know if he believed me.' She gripped the mug a little more tightly. 'Do you think Griggs came here that night to steal the flower? Why?'
Cooper shrugged. 'He was a florist. Obviously he had a special interest in flowers, and you say this one is very unusual. You said orchid growers can be obsessive. Maybe Griggs became fixated on your flower.'
A thought struck her. 'Or maybe he was like me, sensitive to plant psi. The energy buzz off that flower is very strong. There's no reason to think that I'm the only one in the world who can sense it.'
'No.' Cooper looked at Rose, who was hunched over her food dish, munching on cheese and crackers. 'But if he was obsessed with the green flowers, it's possible that he came here to get the one character in this mystery who knows where to find them.'
'Oh, my lord.' Elly sat up very straight, shoulders stiffening in alarm. 'Do you think he came here to steal Rose?'
Rose batted her eyelashes at the sound of her name.
'What I think,' Cooper said quietly, 'is that I need to have a look around his shop. The sooner the better.'
'Tonight?'
'Yes, but not until after your neighbors have gone to bed.' He went back to the window to study the fog- shrouded buildings. 'Folks around here seem to be just as nosy as the ones you had back home.'
She got to her feet. 'I'll come with you.'
'No,' he said, flat and final.
'You'll need Rose. She's an excellent watch bunny.'
He gave Rose a thoughtful look. 'You've got a point.'
'Where Rose goes, I go,' she said, closing the deal.
'Damn it, Elly, I said no.'
She went to the refrigerator. 'We'll need to fortify ourselves. I'm going to make some pasta with pesto sauce. Why don't you whip up a nice salad to go with it?'
'Not sure whipping up nice salads is in the Guild boss job description.'
She opened the refrigerator and reached into the vegetable drawer for the lettuce. 'A good Guild boss should be able to handle any challenge that comes along, I always say.'
'That's strange. I don't recall ever hearing you say that.'
'The lettuce is already washed. Olive oil and vinegar are on the counter. Don't worry, I'll talk you through this, big guy.'
He smiled faintly. 'Promise?'
'Yep.' She opened a cupboard door and took out a package of pasta. 'And while you're at it, you can tell me what would make an intelligent, extremely well-educated young boy from a respectable family of distinguished academics decide to pursue a career as boss of the Aurora Springs Guild.'
For a few seconds she thought he was going to change the subject. Then, to her surprise, he went to the sink to wash his hands and started to talk.
'Growing up as a dissonance-energy para-rez predisposed me to want to become a hunter.' He dried his hands on a towel and removed the lettuce from the plastic bag. 'My parents were not keen on the idea.'
'Of course not. Joining the Guild is not exactly at the top of the list of great careers as far as most well- educated, mainstream parents are concerned.'
'I think they'd had a few hints,' Cooper said, eyeing the lettuce. 'Once the full range of my parapsych abilities came in, they realized there was something different about me, even for a dissonance-energy para-rez. I started sneaking out of the house and going down into the catacombs alone to experiment with blue energy. My father followed me one night and saw what I was doing.'
'How did he react?'
'There had been a few hunters in the family over the years. Although he was a college professor, Dad knew enough Guild lore to recognize that I was working blue ghost light.' Cooper paused. 'Do I need a knife to cut this stuff?'
'No, you tear lettuce, you don't use a knife.' She pushed a large salad bowl toward him. 'Go on with your story.'
'Dad did what any parent would do when he realized he had a dissonance-energy para-rez freak in the family. His first instinct was to hide me from the Guild.'
She glowered. 'You aren't a freak.'
'Well, let's put it this way. Regardless of how you describe it, my variation of dissonance-energy talent is definitely not normal. My folks were pretty sure that if they consulted the local Guild authorities, things would get complicated in a hurry. At the very least there would have been a tremendous amount of pressure to let the Guild oversee my para-rez training.'
She filled a pan with water from the faucet. 'No doubt about it.'
'Dad and I had a very long talk that day. He explained the facts of life concerning what little he knew about the risks of working blue energy. Mostly he tried to make it clear that it had to be kept secret, even from my best friends.'
She smiled wryly. 'Sounds like the same talk I got when my folks realized I could pick up plant psi.'
'See? I knew we had a lot in common.'
She decided to let that go. 'Okay, so you kept your talent a secret while you were growing up. I can understand why you might have wanted to try being a ghost hunter. Every kid with para-rez talent wants to find out what it's like to use it down in the catacombs, at least for a while. But what made you so determined to become a Guild boss, instead of, say, a history professor?'
He tore some lettuce very neatly and dropped it into the bowl. 'That decision was probably due to another little-known Boone family secret.'
'This is getting interesting.' She folded her arms and leaned against the counter. 'Are you going to tell me that secret?'
'I think the time has come,' he said. 'Remember the legend of Wild Watson Whittaker?'
'Of course.' She plucked a tomato out of the bowl on the counter and gave it to him. 'Every kid in Aurora Springs knows the story of Watson Whittaker. He was the hunter who saved the town almost single-handedly during the Era of Discord. The big cities were too busy fighting Vance's legions to be able to spare any dissonance-energy para-rezzes to guard the outlying villages and communities. Small towns like Aurora Springs were left on their own.'
He examined the tomato as though it were a strange alien artifact. 'What do I do with this?'
'You slice it.' She handed him a paring knife. 'With this.'
'Knew there would be a knife involved in this thing sooner or later.'
'I want to hear the rest of your story about Watson Whittaker.'
Cooper positioned the tomato on the counter. 'You said you knew the legend?'
'Sure. Vincent Lee Vance assumed that Aurora Springs had sent what few hunters it had to the main battle sites at Resonance and Cadence. He figured he could use the tunnels under our town as a staging point. He sent a contingent of his followers to take control of the catacombs beneath Aurora Springs. But Watson Whittaker, who had been left in charge of the town's defense, set a trap.'
'Vance's followers walked right into it.'
'Most of the rebels wound up brain-fried,' she concluded on a note of triumph. 'The rest fled in disarray. To this day, no one know exactly how Whittaker managed to pull off the victory.'
Cooper cut cautiously into the tomato. 'After the Era of Discord, Aurora Springs founded its own Guild, just as the big cities did. They selected a Council and chose the town's first Guild boss.'
'My ever-so-great-grandfather, John Sander St. Clair,' she said proudly. 'May he rest in peace.'
