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They went down the stairs to the parking garage. Isabella stuffed Sandra into the beat-up junker she had bought for cash ten days earlier and drove to the hospital. She escorted Sandra into the emergency room and stayed with her until an orderly came to take her into a treatment room.
Sandra paused in the doorway and looked back. “Will I see you again, Annie?”
“No,” Isabella said.
“Are you an angel?”
“Nope, just a garden-variety conspiracy theorist who thinks some people are out to silence her.”
Sandra studied her intently. “I remember the footsteps on the emergency stairs. I remember you telling me to stay quiet and not move. And I saw a gun lying on the mall roof. Be careful, Annie.”
“Thanks,” Isabella said. She smiled. “I will. You do the same, okay?”
“Okay,” Sandra said.
She followed the orderly down a white corridor.
Isabella went back outside to the hospital parking lot. She would have to leave the car behind. They had found her at the mall. She had to assume they had a description of the junker.
She opened the trunk, took out the small backpack she kept inside and closed the lid. She slung the strap of the pack over one shoulder and walked through the garage toward the street.
She knew where she was going now. The events of the evening had left her no choice. To get to her destination she would use the one form of transportation that did not leave a paper or computer trail.
She would hitchhike to Scargill Cove.
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the first novel in the new Dark Legacy series
Copper Beach
 
Available in hardcover from G. P. Putnam’s Sons.
 
A crazy man with a gun was never a good combination. A crazy man with paranormal talent and a gun made for a very bad start to the day.
Abby Radwell watched the terrifying scene taking place in the library from the shadows of the doorway. The intruder holding the pistol on Hannah Vaughn and her housekeeper could not have been more than twenty-one or twenty-two. His eyes were fever-bright. His long hair was matted and disheveled. His jeans and ragged T-shirt looked as if they had not been washed in a very long time. He was becoming more agitated by the second.
“I’m not playing games, lady.” The intruder’s voice rose. He waved the pistol in an erratic pattern. “I know the key is here in this room. You have to give it to me and then she has to unlock it.”
“You are welcome to take the key,” Hannah said, somehow managing to maintain a calm, soothing tone. “But I can’t unlock it for you. I don’t know how to do that.”
“She’s supposed to unlock it,” the intruder said.
“Who are you talking about?” Hannah asked. “Surely you don’t mean my housekeeper. Mrs. Jensen doesn’t know anything about unlocking encrypted books.”
“Not the housekeeper,” the intruder said. He used the back of his arm to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “The woman who is working for you here in this library. She knows how to unlock hot books.”
“I don’t understand,” Hannah said. “Mrs. Jensen and I are the only people in this house. Please, take my copy of the key and leave before this situation gets out of control.”
Hannah was doing a magnificent job of lying, Abby thought. But the situation was already out of control.
Hannah Vaughn was eighty-two years old and confined to a wheelchair. She was helpless against the armed intruder. She was doing her best to defuse the mad tension in the room but her tactics were not going to work. Mrs. Jensen was pale and shaken. She looked as if she were about to faint.
Abby’s senses were wide open. Her intuition was screaming at her to rush back downstairs and out onto the street. The intruder was not yet aware of her presence. She could call 911 once she was safely outside. But by the time the police arrived it might be too late for Hannah and Mrs. Jensen.
Abby spoke quietly from the doorway. “I’ll get the key for you.”
“What?”
The intruder whirled around to face her, eyes widening in shock. “Who are you?”
“My name is Abby. I’m the one you’re looking for, the woman who can unlock the key.”
“Huh.” The intruder blinked several times and shook his head as if to clear it. He was shaking but he managed to steady himself somewhat. He gripped the gun with both hands, aiming it at her. “Are you sure you’re the right woman?”
“Yes. What’s your name?”
“Grady.” The response was automatic.
“All right, Mr. Grady—”
“No, my name is Grady Hastings.” Grady looked confused for a few seconds. He wiped his forehead again. “That’s all you need to know. Get the book. Hurry. I don’t feel too good.”
“The book you want is encrypted?”
“Yes, yes.” Excitement heightened the fever in Grady’s eyes. “
The Key to the Latent Power of Stones
. They told me you could unlock it.”
“It’s in the crystals section up on the balcony,” Abby said.
“Get it. Hurry.”
“All right.” She walked into the room and headed toward the small spiral staircase that gave access to the balcony that wrapped around the library. “How did you know that it was in Mrs. Vaughn’s collection?”
“The voices told me. Just like they told me that I needed you to break the code. I have to have that book, you see. It’s vital to my research.”
“You’re doing research on crystals?” Abby asked.
“Yes,
yes
. And I’m so close to the answers, so
close
. I gotta have the book.”
“Okay,” Abby said.
Mrs. Jensen whimpered softly. Hannah had gone very quiet. She watched Abby with a sharp, knowing look. Her anxiety was a palpable force in the room.
“All right,” Grady said. “That’s good. Okay, then.” He seemed to regain a measure of control. “But I’m coming with you. No tricks. You have to break the code.
The Key
is no good to me unless you unlock it. That’s what the voices in the crystal told me, you see.”
“I understand,” Abby said soothingly. She started up the spiral staircase.
Grady gave Hannah and Mrs. Jensen a quick, uncertain look and seemed satisfied that neither of them would cause him any trouble. He followed Abby up the staircase. Abby was aware of his heavy, labored breathing. It was as if he was exerting enormous energy just to hold the gun on her.
“You’re ill,” Abby said. “Maybe you should leave now and go to the emergency room.”
“No. Can’t leave without the book.”
“What sort of crystal research are you doing?” she asked.
“Know anything about latent energy in rocks?”
“Not a lot but it sounds interesting.”
“So much power,” Grady said. “Just waiting for us to figure out how to tap it. I’m almost there. Got to have that book.”
Abby reached the top of the spiral steps and walked along the balcony to the section of shelving that contained Hannah’s fine collection of volumes devoted to the paranormal properties of crystals. Many of the books were filled with the usual woo-woo and occult nonsense. Hannah said she collected those volumes for historical purposes. But a few of the titles contained the writings of researchers, ancient and modern, who had done serious work on the power of crystals, gemstones and amber.
The most valuable book in the Vaughn collection was Morgan’s
The Key to the Latent Power of Stones
. Written in the eighteenth century, it was locked in a psi-code that added enormously to its value. In the world of antiquarian and collectable books that had a paranormal provenance, encrypted volumes were the rarest of the rare.
Abby stopped and ran her fingertips along the spines of the books on the shelf.
“Quit stalling,” Grady said. The gun shook in his hand.
“Here it is.” She pulled out the old leather-bound volume. The energy locked in the book whispered to her senses. “Morgan’s
Key
.”
Grady eyed the worn leather cover warily. “Are you sure that’s the right one?”
“Do you want to see the title page?”
“Yes. Show me.”
Cradling the heavy book carefully in one hand, she opened the cover. Grady took a step closer and looked at the title page. He frowned.
“I can read it.”
“Yes, you’re lucky it was written in English. A lot of the old alchemists used Latin.”
“No, I mean I can
read
it.
The Key to the Latent Power of Stones
.” Grady reached out and gingerly turned a page. “I can read this page, too. This isn’t the right book. The voices in the crystal told me that the book I need is encrypted.”
“Oh, right,” Abby said. “You think that because you can read the text the book is not locked in a code. But that’s exactly how psi-encryption works. It camouflages the real text in subtle ways, just enough to distort and conceal the true meaning. You could sit down and read this book cover-to-cover and think you were reading the original text. But in the end, it would be just so much gibberish.”
“Break the code,” Grady demanded. “Let me see if the text really does look different.”
Abby braced herself for the inevitable shock and focused on the layers of energy that shivered around the old book. Few sensitives possessed the ability to lock a book or other written material in a psi-code; fewer still knew the oldest and most powerful techniques. Talents like her who could crack such codes were even scarcer. The whole business was a dying art. Encrypting a book or a document required physical contact with the item that was to be encoded. In the modern world people tended to store their secrets in digital form in cyberspace, a realm where old-fashioned psychic encryption did not work.
It figured that she had chosen a career path that was fated to go the way of buggy-whip manufacturing, Abby thought. But she hadn’t been able to help herself. The old books filled with ancient paranormal secrets called to her senses. And those wrapped in psi-encryption were irresistible.
She found the pattern of the code. It was not the first time she had unsealed the old volume. She was the one who had acquired it for Hannah’s collection in the first place. She had unlocked the book twice already, once to verify its authenticity and again to allow Hannah to make some notes. Hannah had requested that the book be relocked after she had read it in order to maintain its value.
“Done,” Abby said. “I broke the code.”
“Are you finished already?” Grady eyed the book with a dubious expression. “I thought psi-encryption was tricky stuff.”
“It is, but I’m good.”
“I can still feel a lot of hot energy coming off that book.”
“Strong encryption energy leaves a residue just like any other kind of energy,” Abby said.
“So I can read the real text now?”
“Yes. Take a look.”
She held the book out. Grady’s hand closed around it. The physical contact was all she needed. She channeled the darkly oscillating currents of the encryption energy into Grady’s aura.
The atmosphere was suddenly charged. Grady reacted as if he had touched a live electrical wire. His mouth opened on a silent, agonized scream. The gun dropped from his hand. His eyes rolled back in his head. He stiffened for a timeless moment. Then he shuddered violently. He tried to stagger back toward the spiral staircase but he collapsed to the floor of the balcony. He twitched several times and went still.
There was a moment of stunned silence.
“Are you all right, Abby?” Hannah asked.
“No. Yes.” Abby took a deep breath and silently repeated her old mantra,
Show no weakness
. She gripped the balcony railing and looked down at Hannah. “I’m fine. Just a little shaken up, that’s all.”
“You’re sure, dear?” Hannah’s face was etched with concern.
“Yes. Really. Breaking a code is one thing. Using the energy in it to do what I just did is . . . something else altogether.”
“I knew you were strong,” Hannah said. “But I hadn’t realized that you were that powerful. What you just did was extremely dangerous. If that sort of energy got out of control—”
“I know, I know,” Abby said. “I couldn’t think of anything else to do.” She glanced at the housekeeper, who was crumpled on the floor. “What happened to Mrs. Jensen?”
“She fainted. There was an awful lot of energy flying around in here a moment ago. Even a nonsensitive could feel it. What about that dreadful man? Is he alive?”
Dear heaven, had she actually killed someone? Horrified at the possibility, Abby went to her knees beside Grady. Gingerly she probed for a pulse. Relief swept through her when she found one.
“Yes,” she said. “He’s unconscious but he’s definitely alive.”
“I’ll call nine-one-one now.”

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