by Jayne Castle
She paused in mid-wave when she saw the huge man with hot, bleary eyes looming in front of her. He wore badly stained ghost-hunter khakis and leathers. His hair had even more grease on it than his clothes did. The smell of alcohol on his breath was so strong she was tempted to stop breathing.
"Hey, there, you're a cute little thing." He gave her what was no doubt meant to be a devilishly sexy grin, but it fell short and landed somewhere in the vicinity of a drunken leer. "You all alone, honey?"
"No," she said coldly. "I'm with someone. Please let me pass."
"Who is he?" The man swayed slightly as he surveyed the crowd behind her. "Point him out. I'll bet I can convince him to let you go home with me."
"I doubt it. Get out of my way."
"The name's Durant. I'm a hunter."
"No kidding." She tried to step around him, but he slid back in front of her.
"You ever had yerself a good time with a hunter, cute thing?" He winked broadly. "We're a little extra-special. Know what I mean?"
"Odd you should bring that up. I just happen to be here with a hunter tonight, and he's not going to be real happy if he finds out you're putting the make on me. Now get out of my way."
"Don't you worry, cute thing. I'll invite him out back and fry his brains for him. He won't have much to say for a while after I get finished with him."
"I was under the impression that the Guild frowned on hunter duels," Lydia said icily.
"Nah. It just don't like 'em to get into the papers, that's all." Durant stretched out a massive hand. "Why don't you and me have us a drink? When your ex-boyfriend shows up, I'll take care of him."
"You want a drink, Durant?" She grabbed a glass off a passing tray. "Here, have one on me."
She dashed the contents of the glass straight into his face. The smell of cheap Green Ruin whiskey made her wince. Durant howled and staggered backward, wiping off the dripping liquid.
"Well, shit." Durant blinked several times, then smiled with delight. "I always wanted me a high-spirited-type female."
Seizing her chance, Lydia hurried past him and plunged into the rest-room hallway.
"Hey, come back here, cute thing." Durant lumbered into pursuit. "Don't go runnin' off like that. I do believe you're the woman I've been lookin' for since the day I turned thirteen. I love you, darlin'."
The evening was deteriorating rapidly. Lydia wrinkled her nose when she caught a whiff of the odors that seeped beneath the rest-room doors. She kept going, searching for the rear exit.
She turned a corner and saw the door to the alley. There was no sign of either Ryan or Emmett, but she caught a glimpse of a faint green glow coming through the opening. Ghost light.
Bad sign, she thought.
"Come back here, cute thing," Durant shouted euphorically. "I wanna marry you. I want you to have my babies, darlin'."
She stepped through the open doorway into the rank alley. Psi energy crackled in the air. She spun around, searching for the source of the ghost light. She froze when she saw the tableau illuminated in the eerie green glow.
Two ghost-hunters were closing in on Ryan, who had flattened himself against the back wall of the tavern. The assailants were each manipulating moderate-sized ghosts. They were using the green energy manifestations to pin Ryan. In the acid light his face was a mask of fear.
Lydia realized the hunters must have been waiting for him. They had trapped him, and now they were manipulating the ghosts closer. The slow, inefficient way in which the energy danced in the darkness told her that the assailants were young and inexperienced in the handling of psi energy.
But their intentions were clear. They were going to fry Ryan.
The glowing balls of dissonance energy had to be at least eighteen inches across. Serious-sized ghosts, considering that the young specter-cats were working outside the Dead City. The youths might be clumsy, but they were strong para-rezes.
Neither ghost alone would have been enough to do more than knock Ryan unconscious, maybe give him a few hours of amnesia. But together the pair could kill him or, at the very least, scramble his brains, perhaps permanently.
"Well, shit." Durant floundered to a halt behind Lydia and peered out into the alley. "What the hell's goin' on out here? We got us a little hunter duel?"
Lydia ignored him. She was too busy trying to locate Emmett in the darkness.
She saw the ghost he conjured first. Without warning, green fire burst into a sheet of blazing energy that was larger than the two smaller ghosts combined.
Emmett stepped out of the shadows of the Dead City wall on the other side of the alley. Around him, the night shimmered and danced with resonating energy. The ghost he had summoned floated toward the two hunters who had pinned Ryan.
"Well, shit," Durant said again, this time in a tone of near-reverent awe. "I don't believe the size of that ghost. And we're not even inside the wall. Whoever he is, he's gonna fry the lot of 'em."
The two young hunters who were closing in on Ryan must have sensed the large UDEM floating toward them. They whirled quickly.
"What the hell?" The first hunter stared, stunned at the advancing ghost. "There's the other guy. Get him."
"He's too strong. He's gonna fry us."
"We can take him."
They just might be able to do it, Lydia thought, horrified.
"Stop it!" she shouted. "I'm calling the police. This is illegal!"
No one paid any attention to her. The two ghosts the youths had been manipulating toward Ryan reversed course and veered to intercept the energy field that Emmett had summoned. The three shimmering balls of raw energy collided. Green sparks showered the night. Acid-green light flared high, crackling dangerously in the air.
Lydia closed her eyes to keep from being temporarily blinded by the bright flash. When she opened them a second later, fearing the worst, she saw Emmett's face starkly etched in the trailing edge of the eerie glow. She was certain that some of the backwash must have caught him, but he seemed unaffected. He kept moving forward. So did his ghost.
The two smaller ghosts winked out.
"He got mine." The second of the two assailants sounded terrified now. He whirled and ran.
The other youth did not respond. He was already fleeing into the night.
Emmett's ghost disappeared too. But another one, considerably smaller, snapped into existence just in front of one of the running youths.
"I'll be damned," Durant sounded deeply impressed. "Haven't seen anything that quick in years. Bush-whacked the little sonofobitch."
Lydia held her breath as the fleeing youth blundered straight into the energy field. It blinked out of existence as quickly as it had appeared, but she knew it had caught the young man. He stiffened and then crumpled to the pavement. He did not move.
Emmett went to stand beside the fallen youth.
"Is he…?" Lydia took a step toward the pair and halted. "Emmett, is he okay?"
"He'll be fine. He just caught some of the de-rez backwash. He'll be out for a while."
"Thank goodness." She glanced at Ryan, who was still slumped against the wall, looking dazed. When she turned back she saw that Emmett was swiftly going through the hunter's pockets.
"What are we going to do with him?" Lydia asked.
"Nothing," Emmett fished a wallet out of the youth's back pocket, flipped it open. "I just want to see who he is."
"Well, shit," Durant said.
Emmett looked up from the open wallet. For the first time he seemed to notice the big man standing in the open doorway.
"Who's that?" he asked Lydia.
Lydia looked at Durant, who was staring openmouthed at Emmett. "That's Durant. He says he's in love with me. He wants me to marry him and have his babies."
"Is that so?" Emmett gave Durant a speculative look.
Durant gulped and managed to close his mouth. "No. No. Big misunderstanding." He flapped his hands in a warding-off gesture. "Just a passing acquaintance, that's all."
"He mention
ed something about dueling you for my hand," Lydia said.
"Yeah?" Emmett watched Durant very steadily.
"She's got it all wrong," Durant yelped. He staggered backward, then turned clumsily and disappeared into the darkness of the tavern hall.
"It's exactly like they tell you in all the women's magazines," Lydia said. "Men these days just can't seem to commit."
Chapter 23
RYAN SPRAWLED ON the sofa in his living room and gulped brandy from the large glass he held in a hand that still shook. "Look, I'd tell you if I knew anything useful. But the truth is, we did everything over the phone until tonight."
Kelso was not the only one still feeling the aftereffects of the ghost-storm in the alley, Emmett thought. There was a price to be paid for using the intensive level of psi energy he had needed to deal with the two young ghost-hunters tonight. And just to make things interesting, he'd been clumsy enough to get caught in the backwash. He'd been here before. He knew what to expect.
Right now he was in the restless stage, his senses still rezzed, the adrenaline not yet flushed from his system. Lydia's friend Melanie had been right about one aspect of hunter physiology, he reflected dourly. In spite of the more immediate issues that logic told him had to be dealt with tonight, he was very horny. It wasn't something he couldn't control, and he knew the sense of urgency would fade soon. Nevertheless, he would have given anything to be alone with Lydia right now.
Not any woman, just Lydia.
Oh, brother. He was in big trouble.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye, yearning and need twisting through him. She was not paying any attention. She was too busy zeroing in on the hapless Ryan.
"You mean to tell me that you didn't sign a formal contract with your client, Ryan?" Her voice was laced with supercilious disapproval.
She was gloating, Emmett thought. On the surface she was projecting concern and a perfectly appropriate degree of professional dismay, but underneath she was definitely gloating. Kelso had screwed up badly, and she was not going to let him forget it. Served the bastard right, Emmett thought. But they did have more pressing concerns at the moment.
"The guy sounded legitimate," Ryan said defensively.
"You mean he mentioned worked dreamstone and you got all rezzed-up," Lydia retorted. "Honestly, Ryan, what were you thinking? Dreamstone, of all things."
Ryan slumped deeper into his brandy, momentarily, at least, a beaten man.
Lydia tut-tutted and moved in for the kill. "And everyone assumes that my brains got fried."
Serious gloating, Emmett thought. But she did look sexy as hell.
Damn, this was stupid. Even if he did have her alone in a bedroom, she would probably kick him out. She would assume that his erection was caused by the energy burn.
She would be right, but only partially so. He did want her-badly-but what he was feeling tonight was not the usual short-lived generalized sexual desire that resulted from a major burn. This was a lot stronger, more potent, and it was focused only on her. He didn't want just sex tonight, he wanted sex with Lydia.
He wondered if she could grasp the significance of the distinction. He certainly did. It left him reeling.
He took a deep breath and clamped down on his hormones. In an hour or so, when the last of the burn effects wore off, he would forget all about sex with Lydia or anyone else. The only thing on his mind would be sleep. He would need a bed far more than he would need to get laid. Until then he just had to tough it out and concentrate on the problem of Ryan Kelso.
He studied the spines on the volumes on the bookcase as he listened to Ryan ramble on about the evening's events. He'd seen many of the same titles in Lydia's bookcases, both the one in her apartment and the one in her office. They included Caldwell Frost's infamous Dawn in a Dead City, Arriola's Theory and Practice of Para-archaeology, and several years' worth of the Journal of Para-archaeology. But whereas the books on Lydia's shelves were arranged in a jumbled clutter that gave you the feeling she actually read them, Kelso's library was painfully neat.
Emmett turned slowly to survey the room. The old-fashioned leather furniture, the carved oak desk, and the dark carpet with its intricate, harmonically proportioned design all said, "I Am An Academic Honcho" in capital letters. The place looked as if it was ready to be photographed for a feature on scholarly rooms for Harmonic Architecture Review. What the hell had Lydia ever seen in this jerk?
He made himself concentrate on the problem at hand. Turning away from the bookcase, he looked at Ryan. He was pretty sure that Kelso was telling the truth, or at least as much of it as he knew. Ryan was washed out-still scared and still in shock. He knew he'd had one hell of a close call.
"Someone may have tried to kill you tonight," Emmett said flatly. "At the very least, those two hunters intended to fry you into a short-term coma. Your so-called client lured you to the Green Wall Tavern. Therefore, we have to assume he's the one who wanted you burned."
Ryan scowled into his brandy. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you must know something."
"But I don't," Ryan whispered. "I swear it. All I know is a man calls me on the phone, claims to be a collector, talks like he knows the field, says he's heard a rumor of worked dreamstone and that you're in town looking for it, London. He says you've hired Lydia to help you find it."
"That's it?" Emmett asked.
"That's it. You don't fry a man because of a rumor of dreamstone. Hell, there've been wild stories about the stuff since it was first discovered. Collectors have chased the tales for years."
Emmett began to pace in an effort to work off the last of the adrenaline. "Tell me exactly what your client said this afternoon when you informed him that Lydia would not cooperate with you."
Ryan shrugged weakly. "He said he wanted to discuss some other angles we could take to locate the dreamstone. He told me to meet him at the Tavern at eleven. When I got there the bartender gave me that note telling me that the client wanted to rendezvous in the alley."
"You didn't find that just a little suspicious?" Lydia asked archly.
Ryan winced. "The guy made it clear from the beginning that he wanted to maintain a very low profile. I thought he was just trying to avoid being seen in the bar."
"A meeting in a back alley in the Old Quarter is low profile, all right," Lydia murmured.
Ryan's jaw tensed. "So call me stupid."
"Only if you insist," Lydia said cheerfully.
Emmett groaned. "Entertaining though it may be, we don't have time for the sniping. We need to get Ryan out of town. The last commuter flight to Resonance City leaves in less than an hour."
"What?" Ryan straightened abruptly, his face working. "I'm not going anywhere."
"You are if you know what's good for you." Emmett glanced at his watch. The yellow-gold disk was clouded from the intense burn. He must remember to replace it with fresh, tuned amber as soon as possible. So many details. "You've got five minutes to throw some clothes into a bag. Then we've got to get you to the airport."
"But—"
"Someone will meet you at the gate in Resonance," Emmett said.
Ryan looked truculent. "Who's going to meet me?"
"A couple of hunters from the Resonance Guild."
"Thanks, but no thanks." Ryan slammed his brandy glass down on the table. "No offense, but I'm not real keen on meeting any more ghost-hunters tonight."
Emmett held his attention. "Whoever tried to fry you tonight will probably try again. Maybe real soon. You need bodyguards. Under normal circumstances, I'd call Mercer Wyatt and arrange for protection here in Cadence, but I don't think that's a good idea right now. The local Guild is having some problems."
Lydia sniffed. "You can say that again."
Emmett ignored her. "If you don't get on that plane, Kelso, you're going to have to look over your shoulder every minute until this thing is finished."
"What about Lydia?" Ryan demanded. "If I'm in danger, so is she."
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nbsp; Emmett glanced at Lydia.
"Don't even think about it," she said crisply.
He looked back at Ryan. "I'll take care of Lydia."
"Yeah? And who's going to take care of you? The next time they may use three hunters instead of two. Everyone has his limits."
"I'm in a slightly more advantageous position than you are," Emmett said quietly. "For one thing, I'm a lot harder to fry. For another, if someone does succeed in burning me, he'll have a lot more to worry about than if he burns you."
"What do you mean?" Ryan's chin came up with arrogant disdain. "I'm a full professor at the university. I'm the head of the Department of Para-archaeology, damn it. If anything happened to me, the cops would be all over the case in a minute."
Emmett smiled humorlessly. "Maybe. But if anything happens to me while I'm in Cadence, it isn't only the cops who will be all over this thing. Mercer Wyatt would have to explain the situation to the head of the Resonance Guild. He wouldn't like that."
Lydia gave him a sharp, searching look, but she said nothing.
Ryan blinked in a befuddled fashion. Then comprehension settled in his eyes. "I see. This is a Guild matter."
"Yes."
"That does complicate things, doesn't it?" Ryan got to his feet with weary resignation. "I'd better pack." Shoulders slumped, he turned and walked out into the hall.
Lydia waited until he had disappeared. Then she switched her gaze back to Emmett. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine. Just got to replace some amber, that's all."
"Replace it?" she said, concern echoing in her voice. "You melted amber?"
He shrugged. "Happens sometimes."
"Not to most people," she said brusquely. "My God, Emmett, if you used so much energy that you actually de-rezzed your amber, you must be half dead on your feet."
"I'll be okay. For a while, at any rate. Long enough to get Kelso to the airport." He rubbed the back of his neck. "When we get back to your place, though, I'm going to need some sleep."
"I can imagine," she said, then lowered her voice. "What did you find in that young hunter's wallet? Anything useful?"
