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best if she doesn’t meet
you.   Cute kid, but curious as all
get out.   In fact, I’ve been
thinking of letting her go.   It’s
just that she needs the money, I pay her, and she’s very good at what she
does.”   He thought for a moment and
sighed.   “Oh, well, we have a
brother to find.   Better get to
it.”
    Tony was always
taken a little aback, by the cavalier attitude Grant had toward his chosen
profession.   Actually, it wasn’t
fair to say he had chosen to be a hunter.   It was what fate had chosen for him, and he was damn good at it.
    “What have you
been able to come up with?   Did he
snatch the toddler?   Is he really
feasting at the zoo?”   Images of a
crazed man gnawing on the leg of zebra crossed Tony’s mind.
    Grant
snorted.   “The zoo story is just
that…a story.   I checked with the
head gamekeeper, and the boy who cleans up there.   Not a word of truth to it.   All of the animals are accounted for.   However, the child is still missing,
and I have a bad feeling about it.”
    “What do you
want me to do?” Tony asked, letting Grant run the show.   “I can prowl around at night, listen
for his voice.   Have you been able
to see anything yet?”
    Tony could hear
what the immortals were thinking.   It was his own particular gift.   He could feel what they were feeling, if they were within range.   When he was first saved from
death, this gift almost cost him his sanity.   He couldn’t shut out the constant voices in his head, the
sounds of their tormented pleas.   To whom the voices belonged, he hadn’t been certain, but they roared
through his head, night and day, never ceasing.   Over the century, he’d been able to focus his mind and shut
out most of what they said.   Now,
he heard them only when he chose.
    Grant did not
hear the voices, but he could see through their eyes, when he
concentrated very hard.   His
ability only extended about 10 miles or so, but that was usually sufficient to
catch a rogue.   It was both a gift
and a curse.   Through the eyes of a
lunatic, he had seen horrific images that still haunted his nights.
    Grant sat his
large frame on the corner of his desk and ran his hand through his thick brown
hair.   He closed his golden eyes
and his brows knitted together in concentration.   “I see only darkness, but that’s what he sees.   I know it.   He must be hiding in a cave or a basement without
windows.   It’s total blackness.   The problem is…every once in a while…I
see the slightest movement of a small foot.   It’s the child.   I’m certain of it.”
    “Hell,” Tony
swore.   “At least he’s still alive,
but we’ll have to move fast.   Total
darkness could be anywhere in the city.   Last night, I tried to listen for his voice or his thoughts, but got
nothing.   Some heavy breathing and
a few grunts, was about all.   I
didn’t hear anything intelligible.   Don’t know what to make of it.”   Tony had never encountered anything quite so puzzling.   “You don’t suppose he’s so far gone
that he doesn’t have any coherent thoughts, do you?”
    Grant stood and
looked out through the floor to ceiling window, which overlooked the entire
city block.   “I think …”
    “Hi, boss,” a
bright voice called out, cheerily.   “I’m back a little early, but I had some filing to do and thought it
would be nice to get home at a decent hour.   Got to watch American Idol.   Have you seen this year’s singers?   I think they’re great, but the guy with the …”
    “Sophie!” Grant
bellowed.   “Focus!   Can you at least pretend to be
professional when we have a client standing before you?”
    The young
office assistant turned her huge turquoise eyes upon Tony.   “Oh, I am so sorry.   I get carried away sometimes.   Please be assured that you are in the
very best of hands, with Mr. Paulsen.   He can find anyone or anything.   Never fails.   It’s really
uncanny, when you think about it.