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and carried her over the side, five hundred
feet above the city.
    Mulkerrin turned, hearing a woman scream, but did not see them disappearing over the side. Instead, he assumed some human had been so overwhelmed with the terrors he had raised, that she had
thrown herself over the edge. He had taken over the mind and body of Jack Rice, who was, for all intents and purposes, dead. And yet, clad in illusion, it was Liam Mulkerrin’s head that was
thrown back, his mouth open wide, ringing with laughter. A maniacal gleam shone in the former priest’s eyes as he surveyed his work, and he laughed again as he thought of the woman who had
jumped to her death rather than serve him.
    “Ah,” he said and laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”
    He could barely catch his breath from laughing.
    “No place like home.”
     

2
    Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America.
Tuesday, June 6, 2000, 7:45 A.M. :
    The sun rose slowly over Boston, its heat marching inexorably forward, like the tide rolling in. It was the fifth day of the worst heat wave in a decade—over one hundred
degrees by noon, and not less than eighty at night. Fortunately, there was air-conditioning in the Back Bay brownstone shared by Meaghan Gallagher and Alexandra Nueva. Though their shadow
physiology was quite adaptable, and they certainly did not sweat much, or often, still the week had taken its toll. Even with the a/c on full blast, they were tired and slightly cranky.
    “Come on, sweetheart, get your ass in gear,” Alexandra said, and dragged Meaghan feet first out of bed.
    “Noooo,” Meaghan howled, pillow held over her head even as she slammed to the floor from the height of the mattress. “Ouch.”
    “Meaghan Rae Gallagher,’ Alex said, scolding, “we have got a video-conference with the shadow ambassador and the secretary-general of the United Nations in forty-five minutes. You. Must. Get. Up !”
    Alex grabbed Meaghan under her armpits, pillow falling to the ground, and lifted her easily to her feet. At first Meaghan played dead, but then she whipped her face around to meet Alex’s
gaze, and spit her words like venom.
    “Bitch! You couldn’t let me sleep fifteen more minutes?”
    “You don’t have fifteen minutes,” Alex snapped back, getting mad now. “And besides, you’re dead. You don’t need to sleep!”
    A smile crept over Meaghan’s face, as her feet finally took her own weight. She pulled Alex to her, pressing herself against the other woman. Meaghan’s full breasts against her own
reminded Alex that they were both naked. Meaghan’s tongue snaked out, licking the ridge of Alexandra’s chin, then her neck, and finally finding her lips. As their mouths met, Meaghan
slipped a hand between Alex’s thighs and began to stroke her there. Alexandra purred against her lover.
    Meaghan turned her around, and began to lower her to the bed. Alex looked up into Meaghan’s face, to share her pleasure, but was puzzled by the mischievous smile she saw there.
    And then Meaghan dropped her, and Alex flopped onto the bed, already starting to laugh.
    “Dead, am I?” Meaghan said, then she lifted an eyebrow, picked up her towel from a chair by the bed and headed for the shower.
    “Well,” Alex said, rising once again, her hand reaching down to rub where Meaghan’s had been only moments before. “Maybe ‘dead’ was a poor word
choice.”
    “Hey,” Meaghan said, rushing to the bathroom as Alex followed, closing the distance between them, “I thought you said we didn’t have fifteen minutes to spare.”
    “Not for sleep!” Alex said, kicking at the door Meaghan had locked behind her. It flew open, and Alex saw that rather than running the shower, Meaghan had begun to fill the big
Jacuzzi tub they had installed. She was sitting on the edge of the tub, both hands on her left breast.
    The hell with the office , Alex thought, we’ll take the vid-conference right