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He nodded, but his brow creased. “Why would a collapsing gate affect some people and not others?”
“That’s what we have to find out,” I told him. Could it be summoning ability? No, I decided. There was no way there were that many summoners or people with arcane aptitude ru
“You mean like arcane stuff?” He shook his head. “Paul and I are normal. I saw what the lord did in the demon realm, what you people did out here yesterday.” He lifted his chin toward the back yard. “We can’t do any of that.”
I smiled slyly. “Actually, that’s not true. Mzatal told me that Paul uses his computers and equipment to play with the arcane flows of Earth and can even sense them in the demon realm.” I hadn’t known Bryce long, but I’d seen him in action. “You ever get hunches? Feelings or intuition that seem to always pan out?”
Bryce shrugged. “Sometimes. Everybody does.”
Not the way he did, I was willing to bet. I traced a sigil on the porch rail. “Do you see anything? Feel anything?”
“Nope, don’t see anything.” But then he frowned. “I, uh, feel something right here though,” he said doubtfully, pressing a hand to his stomach. “Maybe. Probably my imagination.”
I dispelled the sigil. “Now?”
His frown deepened. “It’s gone.” He peered at me. “What’s the deal? I have stuff like that all the time.”
“Bear with me.” I pretended to trace another sigil. “What about now?”
“Nope, nothing. See? A coincidence.”
I smiled. “Yeah, sure,” I said and traced a complex warning sigil that pulsed and emitted a “loud” arcane broadcast.
“The back of my neck itches a little,” he said with a shrug, though I saw him wince.
I gri
He shook his head in obvious disbelief. “I don’t know, Kara. That’s pretty out there.”
I gave him a withering look. “Excuse me. You spent two days on another world, were brought back from the brink of death by magic healing, and you say that butterflies in your tummy are Out There?”
Bryce gave a bark of laughter. “I mean for me. I’m just muscle.”
“Yeah, suuuure.” Brains too. He sure as hell didn’t get into vet school on brawn. Tito, the man Mzatal killed in the warehouse, fit the bill of muscle with a little arcane sensitivity. I had a feeling Bryce had a splash of arcane-bolstered intuition thrown in as well. “How many times have hunches saved your or your boss’s ass?”
He waved it off. “I have pretty good instincts in the field, and yeah, it’s been handy.”
“You’re one of the best Farouche has, right?”
“Had,” he clarified. “But yeah, I was one of his best.”
“I think your former boss is trying to load his staff with people who are really good at what they do. Tell me,” I said, tilting my head, “is there anything special about the cook?”
“He
“Bryce, let go of the notion that sensitive people need to be X-Men mutants.”
He smiled wryly. “Gotcha. I guess that’s the picture I had in my head.”
“What about So
Bryce exhaled. “That one I know. He has this way of calming people. Mild-ma
“He didn’t look so mild-ma
“Interesting for sure,” he said. “You know the accountant on the list? You could ask him to do any sort of calculation, and he’d have the answer before you could type it into the calculator. He got sick of us testing him.”
I pursed my lips, nodded. “Take a single aspect and super-charge it. Gives your former boss a lot of power. And not only does he hire people with talents, he somehow finds them in the first place.”
Bryce rubbed a hand over his stubbled chin, frowning in thought. “Y’know, I think there’s more to it than that.”
“Such as?”
“Now you’ve got me thinking about it,” he said, “and, well . . .” He grimaced. “I’m not sure how to explain it.”
“Try me.”
He remained silent for several seconds, very obviously gathering his thoughts. “The people who are ‘talented’ get better at whatever they’re talented at after working for Mr. Farouche for a while,” he finally said. “Like Paul. He was a damn good hacker before we snatched him, but after a month he was, well, you’ve seen him in action. It’s like he leveled up. And I’ve seen the same sort of thing in several others, though I didn’t really co
I let out a low whistle. “Not only does Farouche have a way to find talented people, but he amplifies their talent.”
“Kara! Bryce!” Paul shouted from inside. “Come quick!”
Bryce and I hurried in and down the hall to my so-called office where Paul sat in front of his new laptop.
“What is it, Paul?” I asked.
“Is this him? Is this Idris?” he asked, practically bursting with excitement as he spun the chair to face us.
I hurried forward to peer at the grainy image on the screen. “Shit! Yes! Where is he? When was that?”
“Private jet at a small airport not far from Amarillo,” Paul informed me proudly. “Morning of the day before yesterday. He came off the plane with—” He clicked, changed to an image of a sturdy red-haired woman.
“I’ve seen her before,” I said, but the memory of where and when eluded me like a handful of smoke.
“Gina Hallsworth of Katashi’s organization,” Paul supplied after a few clicks in another window. “I ran searches for known associates of Katashi and have reference pics for most of those now.”
That was all I needed to trigger the recall. “She’s a summoner,” I a
Paul clicked again. “Bryce, this is who was at his elbow.”
Bryce’s arm brushed mine as he moved in closer. “Shit. Nigel Fox.”
“One of Farouche’s people?” I asked.
He grimaced. “A top man. Worked out of Austin. If he’s babysitting Idris, Farouche is serious.”
I let out some inventive curses. “Great. Farouche and Katashi’s people are definitely working hand in hand,” I muttered. “Muscle and summoners.” And Farouche’s controlling influence, I realized with dismay. Idris was brilliant and resourceful and his captors would want to be absolutely certain he was under control. If Farouche hadn’t already put the fear-whammy on him, he’d surely do so at the first opportunity. So why did he need Idris’s sister and mother as insurance? Farouche’s influence was more than powerful enough to keep Idris under control.
Realization dawned an instant later. It was likely the same reason Rhyzkahl couldn’t simply manipulate Idris to be compliant. That sort of mental adjustment interfered with summoning skills, and the same might very well hold true for Farouche’s fear crap. Therefore, they needed backup leverage, i.e. his family. Damn it.