Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

your personality."

    "It is my personality. I'm the love-them-and-leave-them type."

    Another round of laughter went up. "You go girl," Abigail encouraged her. "We're all behind you one hundred percent."

    "Well, I'm not going to see him again," Libby said, the smile fading from her face. "It was great, you know, while it lasted, but…" she trailed off with a small shrug.

    "Why?" Sarah asked abruptly. "It's obvious you do like him."

    "Is it?" Libby blew on her tea, frowning. She couldn't very easily tell her sisters Tyson didn't like her family. "He confuses me. I don't trust such a strong attraction. I'm not like that. It actually bothers me that I can't seem to think straight when he's around. And I feel silly. He held my hand and my heart started pounding like I was a teenager or something. It's all too bizarre for me."

    "Before we deal with you being chicken of the century," Sarah broke in, "I think we need to address the fact that someone is threatening you."

    Libby looked around at her sisters. They were all in the room, even Joley, although she'd just performed in a show the night before in front of thirty thousand people. Joley lay sprawled out on the floor as she often did, her fingertips tapping a rhythm on the throw rug and her head bobbing to some internal song, but her mind was clearly on Sarah's words.

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    "It doesn't make sense that this Ed Martinelli would want to hurt Libby when he needs her to help his sick child. Maybe he's trying to scare her?" Joley guessed.

    Sarah nodded. "I was wondering the same thing. If it's so important that he speak with Libby about his child, what good will it do him if she's dead? Which is probably why Martinelli's henchmen threw out Hannah's name."

    "Unless he's a complete moron," Abigail agreed. "Which is certainly within the realm of possibility."

    "It doesn't feel like a threat to me," Hannah said. Her hands moved in a complicated, graceful pattern over Libby.

    Small symbols leapt in the air and vanished as if they'd never been there. She shook her head. "I definitely think Libby's in danger, but I can't understand why I can't get any direction." She glanced at her youngest sister. "Elle, what do you think?"

    "I'm running into the same problem as you've had. I feel a menace surrounding her, but I can't pinpoint it.
    I can't see it at all."

    The sisters all looked to Sarah. She shook her head slowly. "I can't get anything either. One moment I feel the danger to Libby and then it's gone."

    "We can ask Mom and Aunt Carol," Elle pointed out. "Maybe one of them can pick up on it."

    "If they haven't already," Joley said. "Mom's called twice to make certain everything's all right. I told her Libby was turning into a hussy and she'd be horrified to learn I am now the 'good' Drake sister." She winked at Elle and Hannah. "The two of you can never be the good one because you both have such bad tempers."

    A collective groan went up. "As if you don't." Elle sniffed. "If it's possible, you're worse than I am. And Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    Hannah is, too. She just looks angelic."

    "So true," Hannah agreed.

    "Mom will never believe you're the good one, Joley. She reads the magazines. I even cut out articles and send them to her just to make certain she sees them," Sarah said.

    "Thanks a lot." Joley grinned at her sisters, completely happy with her wild reputation. "I told Mom to relax, we could handle it, but now I'm not so sure. Has anyone tried looking in the mosaic?"

    They all looked down at the beautiful masterpiece on the floor of the entryway into their home. It had been made a couple of generations earlier by seven sisters in the Drake family. In addition to being a work of art, the mosaic was an invaluable tool to them for scrying.

    "Let's try then," Sarah said.

    "Why haven't we heard from Jonas?" Hannah asked as they all sat on the floor surrounding the large mosaic.

    "Shouldn't he be telling us about this man who threatened Libby tonight? He's had plenty of time to intimidate the guy. He does intimidation so well." She glanced up at the clock, uneasiness in her eyes.

    "He's had plenty of practice on us," Abbey pointed out.

    "Jonas isn't working tonight," Elle said. "Jackson said he went to see his friend Brannigan in Willits."

    JONAS Harrington pulled his Jeep Wrangler up to the stop sign at the junction of Highway One.