“Dinner?”
“Hobbes has a dinner meet on his agenda at The Dragon.”
And a GPS stuck up his ass. It shouldn’t surprise me that Delacourt had such a detailed agenda for Hobbes. No government group, acknowledged or not,
existed without at least one very scary, very good hacker. Everyone lived their life in the electronic world, and for those who could navigate it, those lives were
open books. “Who’s he meeting?”
“A woman. Not his wife.” Kayden sounded weary.
I turned my head and studied him. His arm was thrown over his eyes, his lips
were a tight line framed by his neat goatee, and his skin was still pale. “You sure
you’re up for this?”
“Not like I have much choice.”
Too true. Delacourt might not be my commanding officer, but Kayden still
had to ask how high when she said, ‘jump’. “At least the food will be good.”
His lips twitched, but he didn’t move from his supine position. “We’re not going in, Cyn.”
“Fine,” I grumbled. “I guess we better grab some drive-thru.”
We both fell silent. The cushy chair felt good, so I sank a little deeper and let
my eyes drift close. Under my hand, the glass sweated.
Kayden broke the quiet. “We can’t stay here.”
I didn’t bother to open my eyes. “I know.”
Kelsey’s condo was compromised. First by Ellery, then by whoever followed
him. Not that I planned on staying long anyway. My duffle and Tito’s journals were locked in the back of my Jeep. The decision to come here was a Hail Mary
move that worked out way too well. Plus, there was a part of me that needed to
come back, needed to see Kelsey one more time, needed to see her without fear
and resignation in her eyes. A solid lump of sorrow settled in my chest.
“It’ll get easier.”
I blinked my eyes open and turned to him with a frown. “What? Are you
reading my mind now?”
“Nope.” He lifted the arm over his eyes and captured my gaze. “Your energy.
The stronger the emotion, the clearer it comes through. Makes it hard to miss.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted him knowing how I felt, so I threw up every mental
block I could.
He gave me a faint grin. “And you just locked it all down.”
Wow, definitely disconcerting. “Have you been able to read me that well from the get-go?”
His grin disappeared. “No, most of the time, the energy signatures resemble
faint bands of color. The more we work together, the brighter yours become.”
I sat up and the last little pieces of ice rattled against my glass. I set it on the coffee table. “Delacourt was right to worry.”
Even lying down, he managed to shrug. “I’d rather not go looking for
trouble. We have enough things to stress about, without adding in something we
can’t change. Besides, Ellery’s signature is getting clearer too. I just wish I could get a glimpse at where he’s going.”
That reminded me of a question that had been spinning around in my head.
“You called Liza a pre-cog and Risia a seer. What’s the difference?”
