Arcane Society Story 01 - The Scargill Cove Case Files Read Online Free PDF Page B

stairwell. The hunter-talent didn’t see her at first. Moonlight and neon glinted on the small pistol in his hand.
    “Hi,” Isabella said. She waved.
    He turned toward her with preternatural speed, gun elevated.
    “Got her,” he called over his shoulder.
    His companion emerged from the same opening. He, too, gripped a gun.
    “Did you really think we wouldn’t find you?” the first man said. “You’re coming with us.”
    “I’m a little busy at the moment,” Isabella said.
    “No shit,” the second man said. “So are we. Wasted over a week trying to find you. The boss is not happy.”
    He moved forward and seized Isabella’s arm.
    The contact acted like a psychic electrical contact, making it possible for her to pulse energy directly into his aura.
    She got a focus and sent out a small blast of disruptive psi.
    “Get lost,” she said softly.
    The gunman went still for a few seconds. Then he turned and started to walk toward the edge of the roof.
    His companion stared. “What the hell? Hey, Rawlins, where are you going?”
    Isabella took a step toward the stairwell doorway.
    “Don’t move,” the man snarled. He lunged forward, grabbed her wrist and turned back to his companion. “Rawlins, have you gone crazy? Come back here.”
    Rawlins continued toward the edge of the roof as though captivated by the clusters of lights sprinkled across the desert.
    “Rawlins,” the second man shouted. He sounded on the verge of panic. “You’re gonna go off the damn roof, man. Come back.” He put the barrel of the pistol against Isabella’s head. “What did you do to him, you little bitch?”
    “I just told him to get lost,” she said. She got the fix and pulsed energy into his aura. “Same thing I’m telling you. Take a hike.”
    The gunman froze for a beat or two and then he lowered the gun. She took the weapon from his unresisting hand. He turned and started to follow Rawlins toward the edge of the mall roof.
    “Oh, good grief,” Isabella said. “I’ll admit, I’m tempted to let you both walk off this roof, but it would probably cause more trouble than it’s worth.”
    She put down the gun, hurried forward and stepped in front of Rawlins. She touched him lightly.
    “Wrong way. Come with me.”
    He stopped obediently, his face a complete blank. She took the gun from him and set it down. Then she took his wrist in one hand and grabbed the other man’s arm. She guided them both toward the stairwell. When they reached the doorway, she urged them inside.
    “Go down the stairs, leave the building and keep walking,” she ordered. “Cross the streets only at the crosswalks. Wait for the green light.”
    Sometimes the hypnotic suggestions worked; sometimes they didn’t.
    Rawlins started down the stairs. The second man followed.
    There was no way to know how long the trancelike state would last. She simply did not have enough practical experience. It was an aspect of her talent that did not allow for a great deal of experimentation. But with luck she would have time to get out of the mall and disappear. Again.
    She went back to where Sandra sat, took hold of her wrist and pulsed a little energy.
    Sandra blinked and came back to her senses.
    “I know you,” she said, frowning. “You’re the nutcase who thinks people are trying to kill her.”
    “Right, let’s go.” Isabella guided her toward another stairwell. “I hate to rush you, but I’m in a hurry here.”
    “I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re crazy.”
    “Hey, I’m not the one who was about to jump off the roof.”
    “I’m not crazy,” Sandra said, annoyed. “I’m depressed.”
    “Whatever, you’re coming with me.”
    “Where are you taking me?”
    “To the nearest hospital emergency room. You can explain everything to someone who will know what to do. I’m not a shrink.”
    Sandra paused at the doorway of the stairwell. She looked back out at the edge of the roof.
    “I don’t want to jump anymore.”
    “Glad to hear