kind of dark energy field and became thoroughly disoriented. It took me a couple of days to find my way back out of the Preserve. When I returned to Resonance City, the news of Fulton’s death was the headline story in the media and I discovered that I was the chief suspect.”
“What about the crystals?”
Alice shook her head. “I have no idea what happened to them. I assumed that Fulton got out of the Preserve with them and that he was killed by a partner in crime who didn’t like the way things had gone down on Rainshadow. After all, Fulton had really screwed up by failing to sucker me into a CM. What makes you think the crystals are on the island?”
“Because Rainshadow is getting dangerously hot.”
She raised her brows. “I assume you’re talking about heat in the paranormal sense?”
“Right. The crystals are mostly a mystery, but one thing we do know about them is that under certain circumstances they resonate with the natural paranormal forces of the planet. That effect is enhanced in hot zones like Rainshadow. We’re certain the two missing crystals are on the island and that they are overheating the place.”
“Define overheating,” Alice said.
“They are having a dangerously destabilizing effect on the local geothermal and atmospheric forces. The ocean currents and tides were always strong and treacherous in the area, but now they’ve become bizarre and unpredictable. The last time I was able to get through to my brother, Harry, was three days ago. He said the weather is following an equally unstable pattern. A heavy fog that seems to be infused with a lot of paranormal energy has been rolling in over the town every night. He said the island had just lost power and that he was organizing an evacuation. The problem is that a lot of folks on the island won’t leave.”
“You haven’t talked to Harry in the past three days?”
“Communications are down. I can’t get through on the phone or computer. No one is sure what’s happening in the Preserve, but Harry said there is growing concern that the unstable forces may be affecting plant and animal life as well as the weather.”
“And all because of those two crystals,” Alice said. “Damn. I knew they were going to be trouble.”
“You’re sure you don’t know where they are?”
“I’m positive. Trust me, if I had two really powerful crystals like that I would be trying to sell them to some outfit like Sebastian, Inc.”
He smiled. “And we would pay any price you asked.”
She sighed. “Well, I don’t have them to sell or give to you. What happens now?”
“We need to find the two missing crystals.”
“Be my guest. I’m not stopping you.”
“I’m going to need your help and I’m willing to pay for it.”
She went still again. “How much?”
“Name your price.”
“That offer is never a good sign. It means you’re desperate.”
“I am desperate.”
She looked skeptical. “I can’t see you as desperate, but it’s obvious those crystals are important to you. What I don’t understand is how you think I can help you locate them.”
“I’m not sure, either. But from what I can tell, you’re the last person who saw them before they disappeared.”
“No,” Alice said. “Whoever killed Fulton Whitcomb is the last person who saw those crystals.”
“Then there’s a very good chance that person is the one who took them back to Rainshadow. You’re the key to this thing, Alice.”
“I was afraid you were going to say something like that.”
Chapter 4
DRAKE DE-REZZED THE FLASH-ROCK ENGINE OF THE rental car he had picked up at the airport. He sat quietly for a moment, his hands resting on the steering wheel, and studied the four-story apartment building. The sign at the entrance read: DEAD CITY SUITES—YOUR HOME AWAY FROM HOME. RENT BY THE WEEK. CASH ONLY.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Alice said. She freed herself from the seat belt. “Not exactly what a Sebastian would consider a suitable home away from home. But it’s clean and for the most part the plumbing works.”
She opened the door, got out, and reached back for her tote. She slung the tote over one shoulder and held out an arm to Houdini, who was perched on the back of her seat.
“Cleanliness and good plumbing are important considerations when choosing an apartment,” Drake said as he climbed out of the car.
It wasn’t the amenities of the Dead City Suites that concerned him. It was the location. The Colonial-era apartment building didn’t look as run-down as some by-the-week flophouses he’d seen, but he did not like the idea that Alice had been walking home late at night through the scruffy neighborhood.
“Relax.” Alice looked at him over the top of the car. “There hasn’t been a mugging around here in days. We’ve got a very active neighborhood crime watch program.”
“Is that right?”
“A few retired ghost hunters live in this part of town. Some of them were at the Green Gate tonight. They’ve organized themselves into a regular night patrol. It’s a lot safer here than it is in the area near the theater.”
“If you say so.”
He got Alice’s wheeled suitcase out of the trunk of the car and started toward the entrance of the Dead City Suites. Alice did not move. When he realized she was not coming with him, he stopped and looked back.
“Something wrong?” he asked politely.
“Look, you really don’t have to walk me to my front door,” she said. “I appreciate the gesture but I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll see you to the door,” he said.
He resisted the urge to take her arm. He wanted to touch her, he realized.
She hesitated and then reluctantly started walking with him toward the entrance.
“I’m making you nervous,” Drake said halfway across the parking lot.
“Members of powerful, reclusive families that operate large business empires definitely make me nervous.” Alice gave him a breezy smile. “After my little brush with the Whitcomb clan, I learned a really expensive lesson.”
“For the record, the Sebastians are not close with the Whitcombs.”
“Give me a break.” Alice stopped in front of the lobby door and de-rezzed the lock. “It’s a small world at the top of the social and business ladder. I’m sure you’re well acquainted with the Whitcombs.”
“They live in Resonance City.” He kept his tone flat and cool with an effort. “The Sebastians have always maintained their headquarters in Cadence City. I’m not saying we don’t know one another. Occasionally we end up at the same events.”
“Same clubs, same charity balls, same golf courses, same art museums and hospital boards, et cetera, et cetera. Yep, I know how it works.”
“I’m saying that the Whitcombs and the Sebastians are not close,” Drake repeated. “I’d appreciate it if you did not twist my words.”
“Sorry.” She made a face and went through the door. “It’s not your fault that you associate with the family of my ex. I realize that in your world you can’t avoid that kind of contact. But you can see why that fact complicates things a tad for me.”
Drake kept his mouth shut. Sometimes that was the safest course of action.
