Dream Eyes

veranda of the hotel’s open-air bar. Gwen lounged in her chair and toyed with the little umbrella in her colorful rum-based drink. She contemplated the glorious island sunset. It was the same color as her drink.
    “Spalding planned to go to work for this Nightshade bunch that Jones told you about?” she said.
    “Jones says Nightshade is a group of talents who have developed some kind of formula that enhances a person’s natural paranormal abilities,” Judson said.
    Nick’s platinum brows shot up. “Cool.”
    “Not so cool, according to Jones,” Judson said. “Apparently, there are some major side effects, the kind that make ’roid rage look like a common cold. Also some serious withdrawal issues. Skip even a few doses and a user will sink rapidly into insanity. Suicide is the usual result. Jones and Jones has an antidote, but no one ever calls for it. Nightshade would prefer not to leave any trail.”
    “Damn,” Nick said. “Why does there always have to be a downside? Guess we now know what happened to the two guys you took down here on the island before you went on that last dive.”
    “Yes, I think so,” Judson said.
    “They ended up in the local hospital,” Gwen said. “Their boss was dead. You were swimming for your life, and there was no one around to give them a dose of the drug or call this J-and-J outfit.” She sighed. “How sad.”
    “Except for the part where they murdered one guy and tried to kill me,” Judson said.
    “Except for that part,” she agreed.
    “I got the strong impression from Fallon Jones that Nightshade has a company-wide policy of abandoning its agents who are unlucky enough to get caught,” Judson said.
    Elias whistled softly. “Tough outfit.”
    They watched the sunset in silence for a while. The men drank their beers. Gwen sipped her umbrella drink. After a while, she looked at Judson.
    “Sounds like your former client, Spalding, and his two men sold their souls to this devil called Nightshade,” she said.
    “According to Fallon Jones, his chief client, an organization called Arcane, has been trying to control rogue talents, including Nightshade, since the Victorian era,” Judson said. “We stumbled into the middle of a turf war that has been going on in the shadows for more than a century.”
    Elias snorted. “More like they stumbled into us.”
    “Regardless of your point of view, contact has been made,” Judson said. “And early indications are that the Coppersmiths and this J-and-J agency are on the same side.”
    “Or maybe just temporary allies,” Elias said. “There’s a hell of a lot we still don’t know about this Arcane bunch.”
    Judson’s smile was cold. “And a hell of a lot they don’t know about us.”
    “And it’s going to stay that way,” Elias said. His voice was flat and hard.
    “Right,” Judson agreed.
    “Hey, everyone’s got secrets,” Nick observed. “Doesn’t mean you can’t do business together.”
    “No,” Judson said. He drank a little more beer and lowered the bottle. “It doesn’t mean that at all.”
    Gwen sensed the energy in the atmosphere and smiled. She was feeling it, too, she thought.
    “I get the impression that this Fallon Jones person may have suggested a business arrangement of some sort?” she said.
    Judson watched the hot sunset streak the sky. “Jones mentioned that his agents work on a contract basis. He brought up the fact that he could use the expertise and the vast resources of an experienced security consulting firm that had global connections and a very solid cover.”
    Elias paused his beer in midair. “Vast resources?”
    “He recognized the Coppersmith name,” Judson said.
    “Huh.” Elias thought about that. “Well, he’s right about one thing. Coppersmith, Inc., would make a hell of a cover. Our business interests give us an excuse to go just about anywhere in the world at any time. Hell, we’ve got our own jets, our own helicopters, our own ships.”
    “It occurs to me,” Gwen continued, “that Coppersmith Consulting is in need of a new client to replace the one that recently went out of business.”
    “That occurred to me, as well,” Judson said.
    “If you’re taking on a new client, you’re going to need to hire some new talent,” Gwen said. “Someone who can talk to ghosts at crime scenes, for example.”
    “And maybe a guy who can get through locked doors,” Nick said. “One who can hack into just about any computer. Someone with connections in