Copper Beach

the way, Sam is not just a crystal expert, he is also a security expert.”

    “Yeah?” Grady was curious now.

    “He’s investigating what happened to you and me at the Vaughn house,” Abby explained. “He’s been working for me for a few days, and as of now he’s working for you, too. Isn’t that right, Sam?”

    Sam looked at her, brows elevated. “Well.”

    Abby turned back to Grady. “Consider yourself one of Sam’s clients.”

    Grady processed the new data. For a few seconds, he looked hopeful. Then his eyes went flat. “I can’t afford to hire a private investigator.”

    “Lucky for you I work cheap,” Sam said. “Like Abby said, consider yourself a client.”

    “Yeah?” Grady started to look hopeful again. “Just like that?”

    “Just like that,” Sam said.

    “And you’ll pack up my lab stuff before the landlord sells it?” Grady asked urgently.

    “Don’t worry,” Abby said. “We’ll take care of your stuff.”

    “All part of the service,” Sam said. He got to his feet. “I don’t suppose you still have the key to your house?”

    “No key,” Grady said. “They took that away, too. But the lock on the porch door is nothing special. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting inside the house. The hard part will be getting into the shed out back. I installed my own door and security system, mostly to keep my landlord out.”

    “Give me the code,” Sam said.

    “See, that’s the tricky part,” Grady said. “It’s not an off-the-shelf system. It’s PEC-based.”

    “Yeah?” Sam looked intrigued.

    Grady glanced around the room and then lowered his voice. “You’ll need a crystal to work it.”

    “What kind of crystal?”

    “Doesn’t matter. You just have to be able to generate a little energy through it. Find a resonating frequency, and the lock will open.”

    Sam moved his hand, calling subtle attention to the fire crystal in his ring. “Will this do?”

    Grady studied the copper stone. Abby felt energy hum briefly in the atmosphere.

    “Sure, that will work,” Grady said. “Nice stone. I don’t recognize it.”

    “Synthetic,” Sam said easily. “It was grown in one of the Coppersmith labs.”

    “Awesome.”

    Abby rose before Grady could ask any more questions. “We’ll report back as soon as we have some information.”

    “That would be cool,” Grady said, brightening. “I don’t get many visitors. In fact, you’re the only ones I’ve had.”

    Abby frowned. “You don’t have any family?”

    “Not that you’d notice. I think there are some people on my mom’s side somewhere, but I never heard from them after she died.”

    “What about your father?” Abby asked.

    “He skipped out before I was born.”

    A chill of intuition twisted through Abby. “Did you go into the foster-care system after your mother died?”

    “For a while,” Grady said. “But everyone decided that I was on the crazy side, so I ended up in a special school for wackos.”

    Abby stopped breathing for a couple of heartbeats. Her talent flared. She was aware that Sam was motionless. His eyes were a little hot.

    “Was the name of the school by any chance the Summerlight Academy?” Abby asked.

    “Yeah.” Grady widened his eyes. “How’d you know?”

    “I’m a graduate, too.”

    “No kidding?” Grady sighed. “Well, I guess we both survived.”

    “Yes,” Abby said, “we did. And when this is all over, I will introduce you to some other graduates. You can join our alumni club if you like.”

    Grady started to smile. The smile stretched into a grin. “A club for graduates of the Summerlight Academy? That would be sort of cool.”

    Outside, in the parking lot, Abby got into the SUV and fastened her seat belt. She waited until Sam climbed in beside her.
    “Given what we know of the laws of para-physics, what are the odds that Grady Hastings and I both have the Summerlight Academy in common?” she asked.

    “Realistically, the odds probably aren’t all that bad, given your psych profiles and the diagnosis that you both got when you were in your teens,” Sam said. “I doubt that there are a great number of boarding schools in the Seattle area that accept students with your unusual issues.”

    “Okay. What are the odds that both of us wound up together in Vaughn’s library that day by sheer luck or coincidence?”

    Sam started the SUV and snapped it into gear. “Zero.”

    “I was thinking the same thing. Where does that