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threats.”

    “What kind of threats?” Elias asked.

    “Nothing physical, at least not yet. Abby has some stuff in her private life that she would prefer to keep secret for the sake of the family image. Also, she definitely does not want the news of what happened in Vaughn’s library to become widespread gossip in the underground book market.”

    “So you were right? That intruder did not go down because of a drug overdose?”

    “Abby broke the psi-code on one of the books in Vaughn’s collection, and then she channeled the energy into the intruder’s aura. The currents knocked the guy unconscious.”

    Elias whistled softly. “Takes a lot of power to channel energy that hot.”

    “It does.”

    “And the blackmailer knows she did that?”

    “It’s not clear if he knows that she took down the intruder. The blackmail notes are a little vague. But I think we can assume he is aware that Abby can unlock psi-codes. My gut tells me that is what is important to him.”

    “Lander Knox,” Elias said urgently. “Got to be him. He needs someone like Abby to acquire the lab book and break the code.”

    “I’d say there’s a definite possibility that the guy who sent the notes is Lander Knox, but we’re still in the theory-and-speculation stage. The rumors that the lab book has surfaced have been circulating for months now, according to Webber. There are a few other folks who would like to get their hands on that book.”

    “Helicon Stone.” Elias’s voice hardened. “Yeah, we have to assume that if that SOB Hank Barrett has gotten wind of the lab book, he’ll be looking for it. Probably send his son out to do his dirty work.”

    Sam almost smiled. The feud between Elias and Hank Barrett, the owner of Coppersmith’s biggest competitor, was legendary. No one knew the origins of the quarrel, but over time the hostility between the two men had helped fuel two empires.

    There was a great fallacy taught in business schools. It held that successful multimillion-dollar companies were run by smart executives who based their decisions on hard data and logical marketing strategies.

    The truth, Sam thought, was that, as with all the other endeavors that human beings engaged in, business was conducted by people who let emotions, egos and personal agendas rule the decision-making process. Sometimes it worked.

    “I know how you feel about Hank Barrett, Dad,” he said. “But blackmail isn’t his style, and it’s not Gideon’s, either.”

    “Huh.” Elias was silent for a beat. “Wonder why the blackmailer didn’t just try to hire Abby Radwell outright?”

    “She only works by referral, and she vets all potential clients through Thaddeus Webber.”

    “Must make for a small client list,” Elias said.

    “But a relatively safe list. You know as well as I do that there are some dangerous people in the underground market. Abby described it as a very deep pool. She told me that she prefers to swim in the shallows.”

    “Looks like somebody just tossed her into the deep end. Too bad Judson isn’t available. You’re on your own with this.”

    A week ago, Judson had taken what had looked like a routine consulting assignment for a regular client. He had sent one brief message indicating that the situation had become complicated and that he would not be in touch for a while. There had been no further word from him. That was not unusual with consulting jobs for this particular client, a no–name government agency that paid well for talent and discretion.

    “Keep an eye on Radwell,” Elias ordered. “We need to locate that lab book. For now, she’s our best lead.”

    “Keeping an eye on Abby won’t be a problem,” Sam said. “She hired me to find the blackmailer.”

    “ Hired you?” Sam was flabbergasted. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

    “I thought you’d be pleased that I have a new consulting job. I know you and Mom have been worrying about me lately.”

    “Now, just one damn minute. Your job is to find that old lab book before Lander Knox does.”

    “Got to go, Dad. I’m on my way to Seattle. I’ll update you later.”

    Sam ended the connection and went upstairs to pack an overnight bag. Anticipation crackled through him. He would be seeing Abby again soon.

6

    ELIAS TOSSED THE PHONE ONTO HIS DESK AND WENT DOWN the glass-walled corridor that overlooked the patio, the pool and the great red rocks beyond.
    He paused at the door of his wife’s study. Willow was at