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  Luther looked at Grace. “He hid in plain sight.”

  “Right. I’ve recently initiated deep background checks on all Council members. The process probably would have uncovered Craigmore or at least raised some red flags. According to Damaris, he was getting worried and planning to disappear.”

  Luther made his way across the room. He lounged against the edge of the desk and hooked his cane over the back of the chair. “Is Newlin Guthrie all right?”

  “Yes. Pretty badly shaken up, though. Turns out La Sirène nailed him with his own electroshock gun. Our people from L.A. talked to him. He feels terrible about the kidnapping. Said he knew what he was doing but just couldn’t seem to help himself.”

  “That is the truth,” Grace said. “When I found him waiting for me in the hotel room, his aura seemed weirdly frozen, which would not be normal for anyone committing an act of violence. He was under La Sirène’s spell.”

  “He wanted to turn himself in to the police but the J&J agents talked him out of it. They told him that you were fine and that no one was going to report the incident. With Vivien Ryan dead, it’s all moot, anyway.”

  “How did he get into my room?” Grace asked.

  “Through the connecting door between your suite and the neighboring room.”

  “That door was locked,” she said. “Luther and I both checked it.”

  “Guthrie owns the damn hotel. He had no trouble getting a master key.”

  “He’s a smart man,” Luther said. “How did the agents explain what had happened to him?”

  “They told him he was the victim of a unique kind of hypnotist. That depressed him even more because guys like that don’t like to think they can be hypnotized. He perked right up, though, when he was informed that J&J was interested in purchasing some of his electroshock devices.”

  “For what it’s worth, from the brief look I got at his aura, I’d say he is a high-level crypto talent,” Grace offered. “Probably never realized he’s a sensitive.”

  “Funny you should say that. One of the agents who spoke to him suggested that he get tested at the L.A. lab. Guthrie seemed enthusiastic about the idea.”

  “What happens next?” Luther asked.

  “Case closed as far as you and Grace are concerned,” Fallon said. “Send in your bill. J&J will cover your airfares home. Check the Society’s travel agency site online. Your reservations have been made.”

  “Luther meant what happens now with Nightshade?” Grace said.

  “On that front, things are moving fast.” Fallon sounded weary and determined, not excited. “Since Craigmore handled the Eubanks operation privately, the board of Nightshade doesn’t have any idea that we have four of their people under observation, and we’re waiting to see who takes the place of the fifth. They may not even realize yet that their founder and CEO is dead.”

  “There’s going to be some interesting political infighting at the top to see who takes his place,” Luther observed.

  “Especially after we start taking apart those five labs.”

  “What five labs?”

  “Forgot to tell you. Those four Nightshade execs that you ID’d?”

  “What about them?”

  “Looks like each of them is responsible for a lab that is either conducting research on the formula or producing it. They’re all small operations. Evidently Craigmore liked to keep things decentralized for security reasons.”

  “Smart.”

  “Zack and the Council authorized action an hour ago. J&J agents will go into all the labs, seize whatever computers and notes they can find and burn everything else to the ground. Standard procedure when dealing with a formula lab.”

  “And no one involved with Nightshade will run screaming to the cops because no one wants an investigation that would turn up proof that some kind of illegal drug lab had been operating,” Luther concluded.

  “Yeah, that’s pretty much how it works,” Fallon agreed.

  “That’s going to be a big blow to Nightshade,” Grace said.

  “The problem is, we don’t know how many labs are currently operating. You’re right, though, between losing their founder and five of their labs, they’re going to be in disarray for a while. The goal now is to identify as many operatives as possible. We still don’t know who sits on that damn board.”

  “Can’t Damaris Kemble tell you?” Luther asked.

  “She said Craigmore didn’t consider her ready to receive that information. The debriefing people believe her. I’ve got people tearing apart Craigmore’s mansion, his office, his computer and his entire past. We’re getting information but we’ve got a long way to go. He was very good at keeping secrets.”

  “Lot of work ahead for J&J,” Luther said.

  “Tell me about it,” Fallon muttered. “I’m going twenty-four/seven here.”

  “That’s not good, Mr. Jones,” Grace said. “Sooner or later you’re going to burn out. That would be a disaster. The Society needs you at your best in the months ahead.”

  Fallon snorted. “Not like there are a lot of options here.”

  “Yes, there are,” Grace said. “You just need to focus on the problem for a couple of minutes the way you focus on other issues. Start by getting yourself an assistant.”

  “Forget it. I work alone.”

  Grace smiled. “That’s what Luther used to say, too. At least until you assigned me to work with him. You’ve got to admit that we made a pretty good team.”

  “There’s a reason I work alone,” Fallon said bleakly. “No one can stand working with me for longer than about five minutes.”

  “That’s not true. I’ve been your research assistant in Genealogy for several months. I didn’t have a problem working with you.”

  Across the room Luther grinned but kept quiet.

  “You’re different,” Fallon grumbled.

  “So? Find someone else who is also different. You need an assistant, Mr. Jones. Make hiring one a priority. Think of it as a puzzle that needs to be solved as soon as possible.”

  “It would have to be someone I could trust with the Society’s secrets,” Fallon said, unconvinced.

  “Of course. But it won’t be the first time. Keep in mind that the founder of J&J, Caleb Jones, eventually acquired a partner who became his wife. She was the second Jones in Jones & Jones, remember?”

  “You don’t need to tell me my own family history. I’m sure as hell not looking for a wife.”

  “We’re talking about you getting an assistant, not a wife,” she said soothingly.

  There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “I’ll think about it. Oh, by the way, I need you to set up a new identity for Damaris Kemble. She says Craigmore never told the Nightshade board that she existed but I don’t want to take any chances. Bury her deep in the Society’s genealogy files for me, will you?”

  “Uh.” Grace stopped. “I thought J&J had people on staff whose job was to invent new IDs.”

  “Well, sure, for routine things like giving an agent a temporary cover for a case. But I’m talking about a whole new personal history here. I want it solid all the way back for several generations. Far as I know you’re the best there is at that kind of thing, at least when it comes to creating a phony past within the Society.”

  Grace’s mouth went dry. “Excuse me?”

  “Hell, the one you did for yourself after you got rid of that son of a bitch Martin Crocker was damn near perfect. If I hadn’t been keeping an eye on Crocker at the time because I had a hunch he was into some illegal business activity, I never would have looked twice at the circumstances of his death, let alone started to wonder about his butler. Have a good trip home.”

  The phone went dead in Grace’s ear. She closed it slowly and looked at Luther.

  “That’s Fallon for you,” he said. “Mr. Personality.”

  “He knows everything,” she whispered. “He has all along. He even knew about the Burnside Clinic.”

  “Yeah, that’s also pure Fall
on. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m more than ready to get out of here.” He looked down at the computer sitting on the desk. “What do you say we pull up those reservations and see what time our plane leaves?”

  Reality sluiced through Grace, leaving her chilled.

  “Okay,” she said quietly.

  She got up and crossed the room to the desk. Quickly she entered the address for the travel agency. When it came up, she keyed in the code for Luther’s reservation.

  “You’re leaving at two-fifteen,” she said.

  “Great.” He collected the cane. “Time for lunch.”

  “Not for me.” She straightened slowly. “My flight to Portland leaves at one o’clock.”

  Luther looked at her, expressionless.

  “Portland,” he said. “Forgot about that part.”

  She nodded, afraid to say another word, terrified not to speak.

  There was a short, heavy silence.

  “I’ve been thinking,” she started carefully.

  “What a coincidence,” Luther said. “So have I. What do you say we both go to Portland—”

  “I could pack a few things—”

  “You could pack everything you own. Then you could fly home to Hawaii with me.”

  She smiled, her eyes misting.

  “Yes,” she said. “Yes, I could do that.”

  His hands settled on her waist. He drew her to him. “You do know where this is going, don’t you?”

  She put her arms around his neck, happiness soaring like a glorious operatic aria through her. “I think so, yes.”

  “I love you,” he said. “But you probably already know that also, what with you being such a hotshot aura talent and all.”

  “I love you, too.” She brushed her mouth lightly against his and drew back slightly “And for your information, no one can see actual love in an aura, not even a high-grade aura profiler like me. That’s why you have to say the words.”

  “I can do that,” he promised. “And I will. Often and always.”

  “Often and always,” she vowed.

  FIFTY-ONE

  The knock on the door came just as Grace was wedging a pair of boots that she would probably never wear in Hawaii into a suitcase.

  “I’ll get it,” she said to Luther.

  He straightened from the box of books he was taping and glanced out the window. “Looks like an old lady in camouflage, dark glasses and a black raincoat. I think she’s carrying.”

  “My landlady,” Grace said. “And it’s not a gun, it’s a special camera.”

  “Interesting landlady.”

  Grace opened the front door. “Hello, Arizona. Come on in. It’s wet out there.”

  “You got that right.” Arizona stomped into the small foyer, shaking water off her black raincoat. “I’ve been out doing recon all morning. Days like this I’ve got to stay extra alert. Folks up at the institute like to schedule a lot of clandestine deliveries on rainy days. Probably figure there’s less chance that someone is doing surveillance.”

  “I’d like you to meet Luther Malone,” Grace said. “Luther, this is my landlady, Arizona Snow.”

  Luther nodded politely and held out his hand. “A pleasure, ma’am.”

  Arizona took off her mirrored glasses and gave Luther a squinty-eyed look. “So you’re the one, huh?”

  “The one what?” Luther asked.

  Arizona snorted, stripped off her thick leather gloves and shook his hand with great vigor. “No need to play games with me, young man. I recognize another pro when I see one. Minute I spotted you coming up the walk with Grace, I knew you were the one she’s been waiting for all this time while she was lying low here in Eclipse Bay.”

  Luther smiled at Grace. “Actually, I think I was the one doing the waiting.”

  Arizona winked. “Got it. Going undercover is a real pain, isn’t it? But since you’re here now, I reckon it was mission accomplished, eh?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Luther said.

  Grace went into the kitchen. “How about a cup of coffee to warm you up, Arizona? I just made a fresh pot.”

  “Thanks. I could use it.” Arizona surveyed the boxes and suitcases. “Well, looks like you two are shipping out together this time.”

  “We’re going to get married,” Grace said. “We’re moving to Hawaii.”

  “Still working for the agency, though, right?”

  Luther raised his brow in silent inquiry. Grace smiled.

  “Definitely,” she said smoothly. She handed the filled mug to Arizona. “But we’ll also be running a little restaurant on the side in Waikiki.”

  Arizona looked down at where their fingers had brushed. Grace followed her glance and suddenly realized she had felt nothing unusual when she accidentally touched the older woman.

  “My little phobia seems to have finally disappeared,” she said.

  Arizona nodded, pleased. “Good thing, what with you two getting married and all.”

  Luther laughed and took the coffee Grace had poured for him. “A very good thing.”

  “Waikiki, eh?” Arizona sipped her coffee and assumed a meditative expression, as though she was looking back into the past. “Knew a couple of folks who retired and moved to Waikiki.”

  “That right?” Luther said.

  “I seem to recall them talkin’ about maybe buying themselves a restaurant or a bar. Petra and Wayne Groves. I’ll never forget ’em. Best sniper team there ever was. I retired from the agency right after they did. They were a few years younger than me. Probably in their sixties by now. Guess we were all a little burned out.”

  Grace stilled. Luther’s mug stopped in midair. He looked at Arizona as if she were a ghost.

  “You knew Petra and Wayne?” he asked without inflection.

  “Hell, yes. They were like you two in a way.” Arizona tapped the side of her head. “Had a sixth sense. This country owes them more than it knows. Folks like that don’t get ribbons or stars but they sure as hell deserve ’em.”

  FIFTY-TWO

  The wedding took place in the little cove Luther had discovered and made his own. The bride was barefoot and blissfully pregnant.

  They closed down the restaurant for the day and invited the regulars and Milly Okada and Julie Hagstrom and her son. Altogether some eighteen people showed up for the sunset ceremony. Everyone got a lei. The bridal couple got eighteen leis each. The fragrant blossoms were stacked so high around Grace’s throat she had to spit out a few petals when she took her vows.

  The guests stood around in the warm sand while the sun went down and everyone paid close attention while the minister conducted the service. Afterward Crazy Ray took out his guitar and launched into “Hawaiian Wedding Song,” sounding just like Elvis.

  Later they repaired to Milly Okada’s for udon soup. At the close of the meal Milly surprised everyone with a massive cake emblazoned with the words

  Grace and Luther, Happy Ever After. There was a bottle of champagne and a lot of beer to go with the cake. Milly and Julie shared the champagne. Grace stuck with sparkling water because of the baby. Everyone else went for the beer.

  There were a number of toasts, but Wayne delivered the one that made the day perfect.

  “Here’s to Grace and Luther,” he said, hoisting his beer. “And to the baby who’s due to arrive in seven months and eight days, not that anyone’s counting. The kid’s going to have himself one hell of a family. We’re gonna take good care of him. Teach him all the stuff he needs to know.”

  “Got a feelin’ about that,” Petra said.

  They all looked at her

  She chuckled. “A good feelin’.”

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