“Thanks, Gibson,” Marlowe said. Her expression lightened with affection. She accepted the energy bar and switched her attention back to Adam as she started to unwrap the snack. “Slade said to give you his best. Said he’d see us at the wedding.”
Adam raised his brows. “He said he would be coming to our wedding?”
“Uh-huh.” Marlowe took a bite of the energy bar. “Seemed in pretty good spirits for a guy who is supposed to be going psiblind.”
“Is that so?”
“Said he was busy there on Rainshadow. Thinks he’s got the clockwork curiosities case almost closed at his end. Of course, I’ve still got a lot of work to do. I need to find out if there are any more of those Bridewell toys floating around. One of the real problems is that none of the Arcane museums have accurate records of what artifacts were brought through the Curtain legally, let alone what collectors might have smuggled.”
“You said Slade sounded good?”
“Yes.”
“Did he mention the status of his talent?”
Marlowe munched reflectively for a time. “Said his talent had stabilized.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“He said a couple of other things, too. He referred to Rainshadow as his island.”
Adam nodded. “He’s taking his job seriously. That’s Slade. He’s a lawman to the bone.”
Marlowe gave the foil wrapper from the energy bar to Gibson, who chortled and raced off to add it to his collection of wrappers.
“Slade said something else, too,” Marlowe volunteered.
“What?”
“He told me that the two hunter-talents he has in jail won’t be a problem for regular law enforcement after they wake up.”
“They’re asleep?”
“From what I can gather they fell asleep during what Slade referred to as a scuffle that occurred when he took them down.”
“That would have been when they were holding Charlotte Enright hostage with the intent to kill her.”
“Yes.”
Adam smiled slowly. “And now he’s not the least bit concerned that they may be able to use their talent to escape jail.”
“Nope.” Marlowe ate the last of the energy bar. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“That Slade’s talent has not only stabilized but that it may be of a slightly different nature than it was before he was caught in that explosion? Yes, that is exactly what I’m thinking.”
“Think it’s going to be a problem?”
“No,” Adam said. “I know him. He got the protect-and-defend gene. It’s encoded in his DNA.”
“The ability to psiblind another talent is heavy-duty stuff.”
“No more heavy duty than our ability to work the Burning Lamp.”
“Okay,” Marlowe allowed. “I’ll give you that.”
“For obvious reasons we will not be making our speculations known to others,” Adam said.
“Absolutely not. People would freak. I wonder if those two hunter-talents will ever figure out why they both went blind.”
“If they’ve got any sense they’ll realize they got off lightly.”
Marlowe frowned. “Think so?”
“I know what I’d do to anyone who threatened to murder you,” Adam said simply.
“Oh.” She smiled. “Right. They’re lucky to be alive, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” Adam said. “But, then, there’s probably a reason for that, as well.”
“What reason would that be?”
“Slade wants information from them.”
“Ah, yes.” Marlowe nodded. “Of course.”
“Like I said, he’s a natural-born crime fighter.”
The office door opened. Rick Pratt, Marlowe’s administrative assistant, put his head around the corner.
“Don’t forget your appointment with the wedding planner, boss,” Rick said. “You and Mr. Winters are due in her office in twenty minutes. Big decision today regarding the flowers.”
Adam groaned. “You know, this would be so much simpler if we just eloped.”
Rick gave him a stern look. “You can’t elope. You’re a Guild boss and this is a full Covenant Marriage ceremony. Your wedding to Marlowe is going to be thesocial event of the season here in Frequency.”
“I’ve heard that,” Adam said.
Marlowe laughed. “Come on, how hard can it be to choose a few flowers?”
Adam looked at her and fell in love all over again, just as he had the first time she rode into his life on the back of a motorcycle. Marlowe’s love for him glowed in her eyes. He knew it would be like this all the days of their lives.
“I will do whatever it takes to marry you,” he vowed. “Bring on the flowers.”
Chapter 28
CHARLOTTE WAS PERCHED ON A STOOL BEHIND THE sales counter, working on her computerized inventory, when the shop bell chimed. She was expecting Slade but it was Devin and Nate who blew into the shop.
They brought a rush of energy from the oncoming storm. The full force of the wind and rain wasn’t expected for several hours but the sky was darkening rapidly. White, foamy crests had appeared on the choppy waves of the deep waters that surrounded the island.
“Miss Enright, we need you to help us pick out a birthday present for someone,” Devin said. “A really cool present like the compass you gave me.”
“Devin says you’ll know just what he wants,” Nate added. “But it can’t be too expensive because we don’t have much money. We can go as high as eight dollars and forty-three cents.”
“Also, it’s a secret,” Devin added. “You can’t tell him.” The boys crashed to a halt in front of the counter. They were aglow with urgent excitement.
“Okay, slow down,” Charlotte said. “First, who is this birthday present for?”
“Chief Attridge,” Devin said. “We’re going to give him a birthday party.”
“To thank him for getting us out of the Preserve,” Nate added. “My mom says it would be a good idea because the chief doesn’t have any family of his own here on the island to help him celebrate his birthday.”
“My grandma said she’d help,” Devin said. “She’s going to make the cake.”
“I see.” Charlotte folded her arms on the glass counter. “And when is the chief’s birthday?”
“Friday,” Nate said.
“So soon?” Charlotte said. “How did you find out the date?”
It was oddly disconcerting to discover that she didn’t know the date of Slade’s birthday. Surely a woman should know that much about a man before she went to bed with him. But things like that weren’t supposed to matter when you were just having a short-term fling. He didn’t know her birthday, either. Well, maybe he did. For all she knew, he had done a background check on her after Jeremy’s body had shown up in her back room. They said the person who found the body was automatically a suspect.
“Grandma told me his birthday,” Devin said.
Charlotte wondered how Myrna had discovered the date. Then it occurred to her that dates of birth were everywhere, from driver’s licenses to job applications. Slade’s birthday no doubt appeared on some of the forms he had filled out when he had taken the job as chief.
“Not much time to plan a party,” Charlotte said.
“We’ve got a lot of things to get organized,” Devin said. “But first we wanted to make sure that we get the chief a really good present.”
“One that doesn’t cost any more than eight dollars and forty-three cents,” Nate emphasized.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Charlotte promised.
Devin grinned. “Thanks, Miss Enright. I knew you would help us.”
The boys dashed out of the shop. Charlotte waited until they were gone before she got up off the stool. Heightening her talent, she walked slowly across the shop, feeling her way through the sea of low-level psi currents that flooded Looking Glass. There had to be some object in the vast collection that suited Slade and his unique aura.
She stopped in front of the glass case that contained a display of objects set with crystals and amber. Something about the watch on the bottom stirred her energy.