Copper Beach

I use a false name with that email address, of course.”

    “What name?”

    “My clients know me as Newton. And that’s all they know about me. When I do get a message from someone seeking my services who has not been properly referred, I never respond. That’s usually the end of the matter. People who don’t hear back from me tend to conclude either that I’m something of a myth or that I’m a complete fraud. But yesterday morning I received the first blackmail note. The second one came in last night. Both were sent to my Newton address.”

    “How hard would it be for someone to dig up that address?”

    “Probably not hard at all if they hang out in the right chat rooms and hot-books sites. That’s not what worries me. What freaked me out is that the blackmailer knows way too much about me. When I contacted Thaddeus to ask for advice, I got a one-line email back from him. He told me to contact you, and he gave me your email address.”

    “Let me see the notes.”

    “I printed them out for you.” She turned away from the blue quartz and went back to her chair. Leaning down, she reached into the large shoulder bag, took out the manila envelope and handed it to Sam.

    He opened the envelope and removed the two printouts inside. He studied the first one without comment. He read the second one aloud. “In addition to knowing what you did in V’s library, I also know about your past and why you attended the Summerlight Academy.”

    Sam looked up from the page. “I assume V is Hannah Vaughn and that the incident referred to is the home invasion at her house that took place a couple of days ago?”

    Startled, she watched his face very carefully. “You know about that?”

    “Thaddeus Webber sent me an email, too.”

    In spite of everything, Abby found herself smiling. “To vouch for me? I gather you work by referral also.”

    Sam’s mouth edged upward at one corner. “Whenever I can.”

    “In that case, you must have done some research on what happened in Mrs. Vaughn’s library.”

    “According to what I found online, a mentally unstable man with a gun invaded Vaughn’s home. He claimed to hear voices and may have been tanked up on drugs, which, in turn, caused him to collapse at the scene. He was taken into custody and is now sitting in a locked ward at a psychiatric hospital, undergoing observation to see if he is sane enough to stand trial. Statements were taken from the owner of the home, Mrs. Vaughn; her housekeeper, who fainted at some point; and an unnamed woman who was there at the time. That would be you?”

    Abby took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You seem to have all the facts, Mr. Coppersmith.”

    “Like you, I don’t take every job that comes my way. And I do not have all of the facts, but I intend to get them.” He slipped the printouts back into the envelope. “Any idea what the blackmailer wants from you?”

    “Not yet.”

    “In that case, tell me what he has on you.”

    Abby began to pace the chamber, weaving through the maze of display cases while she composed her thoughts. She had known this was coming, she reminded herself. It had been highly unlikely that she would be able to hire Sam without giving him all the information he might need to find the extortionist.

    “Everything in the police report concerning the Vaughn home invasion is true,” she began.

    “That makes me very interested to know what is not in the report.”

    “Right.” She took a deep breath. “What’s not in those reports is that I’m the one who caused the intruder to collapse that day.”

    Sam inclined his head once, as if she had confirmed a conclusion he had already reached.

    “Thought so,” he said.

    “What?” She stopped and stared at him, slightly stunned.

    “The convenient collapse of an armed intruder in the middle of a home invasion was a bit of a red flag,” he said mildly. “You somehow used your talent to take down the intruder, didn’t you?”

    “Yes,” she said quietly.

    “You knew going in that you could do that.”

    “I knew that if I could manipulate him into touching one of the heavily encrypted books at the same time I was holding it, there was a good chance that I could channel some of the energy into his aura and temporarily destabilize his pattern, yes.”

    Sam looked intrigued. “So do you do that kind of thing on a regular basis?”

    She glared at him, outraged and maybe even scared now, although she was loath to