was
okayneither was I. I lifted my coffee mug with a shaky hand and took a sip.
Is the FBI involved? It took me a couple
tries, but I managed to get the words out. For sure, I wasnt ready to deal
with the Feds again.
He shook his head, making the silvery tips
of his hair glitter in the sun. The clients have solid reasons for not
trusting the Feds. Right now, they havent even called the cops. Just
Guardian.
Where are the clients?
Less than an hour from here. Thats why
the office called me. Im the closest.
And I just happened to be here. The donut
tasted like ash now, so I put down the uneaten half. Coincidence or fateor
maybe Will set this up somehow. No matter how you look at it, theres no way I
can say no. I cant stand aside if a life is at risk. Thats why I became a cop
in the first place.
He nodded again, and reached over to clasp
one of my hands with one of his. Anything you need, you tell me. If it gets to
be too much, you back off. Im not about to face your brother and tell him I
let you get hurt. Got it?
Got it. I smiled. He wasnt worried about
Will, he was worried about me. And that was so sweet, it felt like a big warm
blanket being wrapped around me. Hope the client doesnt mind jeans. I didnt
bring anything else with me. I hadnt brought my sidearm, either. I hoped that
wasnt going to be a problem. All I had was my little snub-nosed .22 that I
kept in an ankle holster. Honestly Id thrown that into my bag in case of
rattlesnakes. Hadnt even had it on me when Id run into the damn bears. Id have
made a lousy Girl Scout.
Theyve worked with Guardian before, he
muttered. Theyll cope. I watched the muscles of his throat work as he
drained his coffee and fought the urge to lick my way up that strong, tanned
column. Later , I promised myself. Hopefully we could wrap this up
quickly and be back to the cabin by nightfall. Yeah, right. Nothing ever
worked out that easily. Not in my life.
We finished breakfast in a rush. I called
the auto club about my car while Evan used his laptop to print out directions
to the clients home. I put on my ankle holster and grabbed my purse, while he
put on socks and hiking boots, along with a well-worn shoulder holster and a
big-ass handgun. The fact that he handled it like he knew what he was doing
reassured me more than a little.
Evans Jeep was around the side of the
cabin, which explained why I hadnt seen it the night before. That and it was
olive green with so much mud on it that it was pretty much camouflaged amid the
trees. Evan scooped up a sheaf of papers from the passenger seat and tossed
them into the back. I kicked aside a couple of empty cardboard coffee cups, and
settled in. So tell me about the clients.
He drove with the casual confidence of
someone who knew these mountain roads well and trusted his reflexes. He sipped
coffee from a thermal mug as we went. Id opted for a bottle of waterEvans
coffee was nothing to write home about.
Theyre not your typical Californian
yuppies, he began. Very wealthy and kind of eccentric.
Wealthy, how? Criminals?
Hollywood
bigwigs? Neither idea was reassuring. Give me
the background here, big guy. I dont like going into situations blind.
He stuck his coffee mug between his knees,
put both hands on the wheel for a second, and sighed. This is where it gets
tricky. Will told you a little bit about Guardian, but he doesnt seem to have
mentioned that we cater to a ratheruniqueclientele.
Unique in what way? Dread pooled in my
stomach. Whatever was going on, I wasnt sure it was something I wanted to get
involved in.
There are more things in heaven and Earth,
Horatio
He quoted. Than are dreamt of in youror anyphilosophy.
I went silent, waiting for the bomb to
drop.
As a psychic, you know how hard it is to
have powers, abilities that most normal people dont believe in, let alone
understand,