Amaryllis

Chapter 19

'I've been dreading that visit to Elizabeth Bailey.' Amaryllis watched the scenery flash past the leer's window. 'But in the end, after all was said and done, I realized that, although I'm never going to actually learn to like the woman, mostly I just felt sorry for her.'

Lucas flexed his hands on the steering bar. 'She screwed up a lot of lives.'

'She believed that she was doing the right thing. But she was rigid, inflexible, and proud.'

Lucas said nothing.

Amaryllis grimaced. 'I know, I know. I have a lot in common with her. What can I say? She's my grandmother.'

'She's your grandmother, all right, but you don't have very much in common with her. Elizabeth Bailey is one cold eel-fish. Five seconds after meeting her this afternoon, I could have told you that she's spent a lifetime coercing others into doing what she thought they should do.'

'I'm sure she had her motives.'

'Yeah, right. Motives like trying to control everyone and everything around her.'

'Is that a fact?' Amaryllis smiled blandly. 'What about me? What would you say motivates my actions?'

Lucas did not hesitate. 'Loyalty. A sense of justice. Family.'

'Elizabeth Bailey could claim that her actions were based on those same three principles.'

'I have a hunch that for Elizabeth, her principles stand alone in a vacuum. There is no place in her rigid little world for friendship, compassion, and love. Your values, on the other hand, are sunk deep in that kind of bedrock.'

'Hmm. Well, in that case, I guess you and I have a few things in common, after all, don't we?'

Lucas shot her a derisive glance. 'Oh, no, you don't. I'm no modern-day version of one of your idealized founders. Don't you dare try to pin a halo and some wings on me.'

'Nobody ever said the founders were angels. But I do think that you work much too hard at concealing your own virtues.'

'Amaryllis, I'm warning you.'

'Just look at all the fine, altruistic things you've done since we met.' Amaryllis held up one hand and ticked her points off on her fingers. 'You let that thieving vice president, Miranda Locking, get away with her crimes because you felt sorry for her. You helped Dillon Rye out of the mess he got himself into because he was your disloyal ex- partner's kid brother. You helped me track down a murderer because you wanted to protect me.'

'Funny how hard it is to distinguish between my virtues and my weaknesses,' Lucas muttered.

'Oh, I don't know. Most of the time the distinction is as clear as prism crystal to me.'

'Yeah?' Lucas glanced at her. 'What about those occasions when it's not quite that clear?'

'I'm learning not to worry too much about the vague stuff.' Amaryllis grew thoughtful. 'But there are a couple of things I'd like to see cleared up.'

'About me?'

'No. About Professor Landreth's death.'

'Damn. You never give up, do you? Now what?'

'I'd still like to know how Madison Sheffield discovered that he was the subject of Professor Landreth's hot file.'

Lucas exhaled deeply. 'Just so you'll know in the future, tenacity is one of those vague virtues you mentioned a minute ago. It's not always a good thing.'

An hour and a half later, Lucas drove into the night- darkened city. It was raining. The light from the streetlamps glimmered on the wet pavement and reflected in the shop windows.

Amaryllis roused herself from thoughts of the meeting with Elizabeth Bailey just as Lucas turned a corner and drove slowly down the quiet street to her house. The answer to the problem that she had been mulling over during the long drive suddenly crystallized.

'Irene Dunley,' Amaryllis said.

'Hub?'

'I've been thinking about my grandmother.'

'What's Elizabeth Bailey got to do with Irene Dunley?' Lucas asked as he brought the leer to a stop at the curb.

'There's something about my grandmother that reminds me of Irene.'

'What?'

'It's hard to explain.' The excitement of intuitive discovery hummed through Amaryllis. She was suddenly seething with impatience. 'They've both spent a lifetime controlling everything around them.'

'I'll go along with that conclusion.' Lucas deactivated the ignition and turned slightly in the seat. He rested one arm on the steering bar and watched Amaryllis from the shadows. 'Where does it lead?'

'I'm not sure.' Amaryllis tapped one finger on the seat. 'To tell you the truth. I'm almost afraid to think about it. Irene was one of Madison Sheffield's staunchest supporters. She believed in him. Lucas, what if Irene was the person who told Madison Sheffield about Professor Landreth's file?'

Lucas thought that over. 'Okay, it's a possibility. But so what? We've already decided that the person who told Sheffield about the file was probably connected to the Department of Focus Studies.'

'Of all the people in the department, Irene would have been the one most likely to know about the contents of the file. She had worked with Professor Landreth forever, and he trusted her more than anyone else. She was fiercely loyal to him. I think she even loved him. But what if she learned about the file and was torn between what she felt was her duty to the future of New Seattle city-state and her loyalty to Professor Landreth?'

'Hard to tell what she would do.'

Amaryllis shook her head. 'No. I think I know Irene Dunley well enough to believe that in a situation like that, she might very easily have concluded that she had a responsibility to inform Sheffield about the threat to his campaign.'

'And then what?'

'Why, she would have felt guilty for having betrayed Professor Landreth, of course. Just as Elizabeth Bailey felt guilty for having ruined her son's chance of happiness. That kind of guilt would have eaten at Irene. Tormented her. Even though she knew she had done what she felt was the right thing.'

'You think that's why she tried to help you when you decided to solve the mystery of Landreth's death?'

'Yes.' Amaryllis watched the rainfall on the leer's windshield. 'I think she must have begun to wonder if she had inadvertently signed Professor Landreth's death war- rant when she told Sheffield about the file.'

'She did sign it. But it's over now. She'll have to live with it.' Lucas opened his door. 'Come on, let's get the luggage inside.'

Amaryllis tugged the hood of her raincoat up over her head and got out of the car. Lucas hauled the suitcases out of the trunk and joined her on the sidewalk.

Together, they hurried to the shelter of the small over- hang above the front steps. Amaryllis unsealed the lock, pushed open the front door, and stepped inside the darkened hall.

The whisper of talent brushed against her senses and raised the fine hairs on the back of her neck.

Someone was inside the house.

'Lucas.'

'I felt it.' He dropped the suitcases and clamped a hand around her arm. 'Let's get out of here.' He started to pull her back out onto the steps.

Amaryllis did not resist. She swung around, ready to run. There was a familiar tingling on the psychic plane. Lucas was reaching for a focus link even as he drew her to safety. He no doubt wanted to use his detector-talent to try to learn something about the intruder.

Amaryllis opened herself to the link. Felt the instant of disorientation, the jarring seconds of complete vulnerability as her mind constructed a prism...

...And then she staggered and nearly fell as an impossible surge of talent seized her in an iron fist. Alien,