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had told her, in a quiet voice that meant she had come to believe it, that the Cross Society psychic, Max Simms, had summed it up: Everything you do matters.
    It was a frightening thought. It didn’t get any less frightening the longer it stuck around.
    She kept doggedly on the subject. “Have you ever heard of Eidolon contacting anyone in the Cross Society directly?”
    He sucked in an angry breath. “No. If you’re done—”
    “Almost. Who knew where you were taking her?”
    “Nobody.”
    “You didn’t make the call from—”
    “I booked the reservations at an Internet kiosk using a one-time-only card. Fake name. Believe me, nobody knew we were coming here.”
    There were ways, nevertheless, if the opposition was strong enough. And if Eidolon Corporation was what Max Simms had claimed, a major technological entity with ties to the federal government, then retasking a satellite and painting Borden’s car with a laser tag wouldn’t have been very difficult.
    If, if, if.
    Borden suddenly said, “It’s us. Me and Jazz—maybe it has to do with us.”
    “You think being in love with her is the mistake they’re referring to?”
    “I never said—” He gave up on the reflexive male denial, to his credit. “No, I don’t.”
    “Then it’s entirely possible it might be referring to the events of this morning. To my helping McCarthy get released.”
    “Then why not just send it to you? Why send it to you and Jazz?”
    “McCarthy’s connected to both of us now. I think the better question is, why would Eidolon warn us? Wouldn’t they want us to be making mistakes?”
    “I have no idea what Eidolon wants,” Borden growled. “Look, I barely know what my boss wants half the time. So as far as figuring out motives, good luck. Screw this, I’m waking her up and getting her out of here. Now.”
    “Yes, you’d better get her back to Manny’s.” If there was any such thing as a safe place, given what they’d learned about the world and the Cross Society and Eidolon, it would be in Manny’s Fortress of Solitude. Wherever it currently resided, since he moved house as often as banks took holidays.
    “You’re talking like a cop,” Borden said. “If Eidolon wants us, they can find us. Well, they can find me, anyway. You and Jazz, it’s tougher, since you’re Leads. They can only predict you through the effects you have, not your exact location.”
    “Then how did they just deliver me a note? How did the Cross Society deliver one to Jazz that first night?”
    He gave a rattling sigh. “It’s too freaking early for philosophy and physics, Lucia. But Leads blip on and off the radar. You’re a blur most of the time, but sometimes they can see you clearly. It’s like somebody who usually drivesreally fast having car trouble. But on the more mundane level, have you considered that somebody could have been following you?”
    Stewart, again. And if she accepted the idea that the note was legitimately from Eidolon, the Cross Society’s adversary in this war of premonitions, then…it changed things. Not for the better. “All right. We’ll need to have a strategy meeting later at the office—one o’clock? Bring Jazz in through the garage entrance—it’s the most defensible. I’ll have someone meet you.”
    “Someone who? You’re not giving Manny a gun, are you?”
    She laughed. “Not that Manny would need one of mine. But no. I’ve hired a friend to help us out. His name is Omar. He’ll meet you in the garage.”
    “We’ll be there.”
    There was hope for Borden yet, Lucia thought as she folded the phone and slipped it back in her purse; he had said we without a trace of self-consciousness.
    If only they could get Jazz to do the same, a relationship might truly be on the horizon.
    “Madam?” The clerk was watching her again, this time with a trace of a frown. “Is everything all right?”
    “Fine,” she said, and retrieved the blue suit she’d been studying. Much as she hated off-the-rack on