“Do you have any theories?”
“No. I hired a private investigator of my own, Samson Crisp of Samson Crisp and Associates. Turned out there were no associates, just Samson. He took my money and made a lot of promises but he never came up with any leads. I got regular updates at the beginning. And regular bills.”
“He assured you that he was making progress,” Drake said. “All he needed was a little more time and a little more money.”
She winced. “Sounds like you’ve done business with Mr. Crisp.”
“No, but I had a feeling your business association with him didn’t end well.”
“You’re right. Eventually he stopped calling. The bills stopped, too. I went to his office a couple of times but he was never there. By then, Ethel was after me in full force and I didn’t have any money left to hire another investigator. I had to disappear.”
Drake smiled. “Something you happen to be very good at.”
“Like I said, the talent has its uses. It was how I got away from Fulton that day in the cave. He flew into a rage and came at me with the nearest blunt object, which happened to be one of the crystals. I pulled my vanishing act and ran. It caught him off guard.”
“He knew you were a light-talent but he didn’t know about the invisibility thing?”
“No. I never told him or anyone else at the museum, for that matter. For the most part, I’ve kept my ability a secret all of my life. It’s not what you’d call a socially acceptable talent. Tends to make people nervous. Men, in particular, always freak out if they think a woman can actually become invisible.”
Drake seemed amused. “I can see where it would add an element of unpredictability to a relationship.”
“That’s one way to describe it.” She thought about the folder on the kitchen table. “Find anything interesting in the file that you took from McCarson?”
“I haven’t had a chance to study it yet, but it looks like a lot of detailed reports about your previous addresses, phone numbers, that sort of thing.” Drake paused. “Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to ask, have you kept in contact with anyone?”
“No. I told my closest friends, the few who believed I didn’t murder Fulton, that I was going to disappear for a while until the scandal died down. They understood. I was afraid that if I stayed in touch with them, Ethel’s thugs would go after them and try to use them to find me.”
“Cutting yourself off from your friends was good strategy, but it must have made for a lonely life this past year,” Drake said.
“Luckily I had Houdini. I’m not sure I would have been able to keep going without him.”
“You would have kept going, with or without Houdini,” Drake said.
“Think so?”
“It’s how you’re built.”
She folded her arms. “You know this . . . how?”
He shrugged. “I just know it.”
“An aspect of your talent?”
“Beats me. I’ve always been fairly good at analyzing a person’s strengths and weaknesses. It’s what makes me good in the business world and is one of the reasons why my family decided to put me in charge of Sebastian, Inc.”
“You say that like it’s no big deal, that it’s just a gift.”
His mouth curved in a grim smile. “Doesn’t mean I don’t make mistakes. And when I do, they tend to be memorable.”
“Is that so? When did you make your last really serious mistake?”
He was silent for so long she started to think that he was not going to answer.
“Three years ago,” he said finally.
She caught her breath. “The lab accident that ruined your day vision?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go there.”
“I know. Don’t worry about it. Not like it’s a secret.”
And suddenly she knew.
“But it is a secret,” she blurted before she could stop herself.
He stilled. “What?”
“Never mind.” She realized she was turning warm. “It’s not any of my business.”
“What are you talking about?”
She uncrossed her arms and held up both hands, warding him off. “It’s nothing. I just got the impression that there was a lot more to the lab accident than you want outsiders to know. It’s okay. A proprietary business secret, right? Wouldn’t be good if your competition found out about it. I’m okay with that, really.”
“Are you?”
He watched her with his molten eyes, and she knew that he was assessing her, probably trying to decide if she was a threat to the family empire.
“Hey, I’m in the magic business, remember?” she said brightly. “Secrets are my stock in trade. Besides, I don’t even know what your secret is, so there’s no problem here. Well, it’s late. We should both get some sleep.”
“Yes,” he said. “Long day ahead. We’ll get married first thing in the morning and head for Rainshadow. If the weather in the Amber Sea holds, we’ll be on the island by late afternoon.”
“Right.”
She turned away and started toward the small alcove.
She hauled a spare blanket out of the cupboard and, in a burst of what she considered stunning generosity, gave up one of the two pillows from her bed. When Drake disappeared into the bathroom, she put the blanket and the pillow on the sofa.
She hurried back into the alcove, pulled the curtain closed around the bed, and crawled under the covers.
For a time she listened to the muted sounds that Drake made as he moved around in the small space. After a while she heard the ancient springs of the sofa groan under his weight. Then all was silent.
She was right about one thing: She did not sleep well. She lay very still, intensely aware of the stranger with the silver eyes on the other side of the curtain.
Sometime before dawn she heard the balcony door open and close. Drake said something in soft, low tones. Houdini chortled a response and fluttered under the curtain. He vaulted up onto the foot of the bed and murmured a greeting.
“It’s about time you got home,” Alice whispered. “I hope you had fun.”
Houdini settled down and closed his baby blue eyes.
Alice slept better after that.
Chapter 6
THE SOUND OF SOMEONE BANGING LOUDLY ON THE front door brought her out of a groggy twilight sleep. Houdini growled. Alice opened her eyes just in time to see him sleek out and hop down from the foot of the bed. He dashed under the curtain, his small claws clicking on the wooden floor.
Alice glanced at the clock and winced. There was only one person who would be pounding on her door at six thirty in the morning. She pushed the covers aside, got to her feet, and reached for her robe. She was tying the sash when she heard Drake speak to Houdini.
“I’ll take care of this,” Drake said. “No need to risk a lawsuit.”
The front door opened.
“Where is she?” Fred Malloy roared. “She owes me a week’s rent. And I swear, if that little rat of hers bites
