Like a good little blueblood, I waited for Vayl to stroll around and open my door for me. We took a path lined with Japanese lanterns around to the front of the house, uh, mansion, um, pretentious freaking monstrosity posing as a home. Yeah, that's more like it. At the top of white marble steps that led to doors the size of rocket silos, a barrel-chested, pock marked man with the eyes of a scorpion took our invitation and added it to a lace-lined basket at his feet. I had a sudden image of him skipping through the woods holding that basket in front of him like Little Red Riding Hood, and laughed out loud. He and Vayl both looked at me strangely. I patted Vayl's arm.
"Oh, honey, I finally got that joke you told me on the way here. Hilarious!"
Vayl nodded as if he understood and led me indoors. "You will explain that one to me later, I hope?" he whispered out the side of his mouth.
"I'll explain it to you now." Then I forgot what I was going to say as we entered a massive, marble-lined hall lit with five, count'em, five sparkling chandeliers. So many candelabras lined the walls that even if the lights winked out you still could've seen well enough to read the fine print on an iffy contract. And the art! I smiled up at Vayl as if I belonged among people who thought nothing of owning paintings bigger than my apartment. I had never felt so sorely out of place. Even my teeth felt fake.
"You are looking gorgeous tonight, my dear," Vayl said, squeezing my hand.
Somewhat reassured, I said, "Thank you darling. And may I say you grow more handsome with each passing day?"
He nodded graciously, every bit the self-assured multimillionaire we wanted our host to think he was. Speaking of the devil, here he came, greeting his guests with the slick friendliness of a tiger shark at a daily feeding. His white tuxedo set off his dark hair and skin to perfection, and the gold rings on six out of ten of his fingers highlighted his remarkably slender, blunt-nailed hands.
I managed not to flinch as he came at me, all teeth and glittering black eyes. Sometimes things would be so much simpler if you could just pull out your gun and shoot the bad guy. Reason number seventeen why Indiana Jones is my hero.
"My dear lady," the little snake was saying as he took my free hand and kissed it—yuck—"I am so pleased to make your acquaintance."
I smiled brightly as his mouth continued to move, but I no longer heard the words. Oh God, not now. But God had taken a coffee break and my senses had gone along for the donuts. Another sound had replaced Assan's prattle in my shivering brain. A loud buzzing, like an oven timer on steroids, gave warning. Next my vision would narrow to a speck and then, poof! disappear. I might come back to myself in five minutes. Or it might take a couple of days. Afterwards, if I asked the right questions, I might find out what I'd said and done in the meantime.
This can't be happening. But it was, and I felt like I was dying, drowning in the flooded hull of my sinking sanity. I looked at Vayl, hoping he'd throw me a life preserver as I tried not to blow it, not to panic. He squeezed my hand, hard. A throbbing pain shot from fingertips to elbow. And the darkness retreated.
"Lucille Robinson," Vayl drawled, introducing alias-me to Assan, "and I am her…" he paused, allowing our host to jump to any nasty conclusion he wished, "… associate, Jeremy Bhane. We are, of course, staunch supporters of New Start and delighted to finally meet its famous founder."
Assan shook Vayl's hand. "So good of you to come," he said. He reached back and pulled a Jessica Simpson clone to his side. I'd been so distracted I hadn't noticed her pin us. She stood at least three inches taller than me, which gave her a good half foot on her husband. "This is my wife," he said, "Amanda."
I held out my hand with some difficulty. My little brownout had taken the oomph from my muscles and deposited the whole seething mass in my stomach. If she shook too hard I'd puke all over her Vera Wang. But Amanda wasn't up to heavy lifting either. She squeezed my hand as if it was made of porcelain, did the same for Vayl, then dropped her arm like concrete encased it as she murmured, "Pleased to meet you."
One thing about feeling miserable, you instantly recognize it in others. Amanda Abn-Assan, I knew, was giving almost everything she had to the task of just staying upright. I looked at Vayl quickly, to see if he'd noticed the puffiness under her eyes. The look he gave me said he had. Now why would the wife of a brilliantly successful surgeon have been crying recently? Several reasons came to mind, but none that totally satisfied my gut feeling about her. It was a mystery worth solving. Later.
Assan excused himself and Amanda, leaving Vayl and I to stand around trying to look natural. Vayl snagged a couple of champagne flutes off a passing waiter's tray and we toasted each other. My face started to hurt from all the smiling. Vayl bent down to lay a kiss just below my ear that I felt clear to my toes. Okay, Jaz, don't hyperventilate now. It's just skin touching skin, here. That's all. The fact that your knees feel a little weak is probably just an estrogen spike. Yeah, that's it. He whispered, "Let us begin."
I nodded, relieved to be done with the standing around. Ready, in fact, to sprint from my current position if it would distance me from these highly inappropriate feelings. I would concentrate all my efforts on identifying the security measures and memorize the layout of the place. Then, after all the guests had left, we'd return and eliminate Assan. That was the job, and God help me, I loved it.
My whole body buzzed with anticipation. I lived for this. This was what chased away the looping thoughts and the nerves and the nightmares. Only the work allowed me to manage a conversational tone as I said, "I'll be right back, darling. Make sure you miss me!"
"I have already begun," said Vayl, giving me a look so mushy anybody who weighed more than a marshmallow would sink up to their knees in it. What a load of bull. And yet it was reassuring to know if Pete ever dumped us we could always write dialogue for Days of Our Lives.
I gave him my biggest, phoniest smile and turned toward the grandest staircase I'd ever seen that wasn't plastered across a movie screen. Red plush carpeted the steps, which would hide the blood nicely if anyone ever got shot on them. They split halfway up at a landing that held an ornate golden bench on which to rest should the hike have left you winded. Since I needed to scope out the second floor, I made like Scarlet O'Hara in reverse and swept up the first flight.
A discreet little sign with a southern belle printed on it encouraged me to take the next flight to my left and another sign posted at the head of the stairs suggested I try the first door I came to. I reached down to adjust my sandal strap and get a good look around. At the top of the stairs a sitting area with couches draped in white silk and a matching oversized ottoman separated the ladies' bathroom hall on my side from the men's bathroom hall on the other side. The hall on my side narrowed, running past the bathroom and four other closed doors, two on each side, before turning the corner. A quick stroll to the other side as I pretended to enjoy the view showed the exact same layout.
I walked back to the ladies bathroom. As I opened the door I looked over my shoulder. I'd already identified which of the guests were actually Assan's goons in disguise. None of them was looking, because Vayl had chosen that precise moment to drop his glass. So I moved down the hallway, trying each door as I passed, finding them all locked. At the end of the hall I turned right, because a left would've taken me downstairs and, from the sound of it, into the kitchen.
This hall contained a long bench on one side and a bank of windows on the other. The view must've been spectacular during the day as, I supposed, it looked out on several acres of lawn. The wall behind the bench held a rectangular, spotlighted painting of a whole passel of naked Egyptian serving girls bringing gifts of gold, food and wild, caged animals to the Pharaoh, who looked very happy to see them all.