In Too Deep

“Damn it, don’t put words in my mouth. I’m trying to gather facts here.”
    She sighed. “I know. I apologize. I’ve been a little emotional lately.”
    “Understandable,” he said gruffly.
    She nodded, very serious. “Yes, I think so. I’ve been under a lot of stress.”
    “That’s certainly one word for it,” he agreed. “All right, let’s try this again. You said someone tried to kill you a few weeks ago in Phoenix?”
    “Yes. Well, two men tried to kidnap me. I’m sure they planned to kill me.”
    “How did you escape?” he asked.
    She moved one hand in a vague motion. “Turns out there’s a flip side of my talent. I can find things and people, all right. But I can use my ability to conceal them, as well. I can tell someone to get lost. Literally. That’s what I did with the two thugs they sent after me.”
    He ignored the pronoun.
They
was very popular with conspiracy buffs. There was always a mysterious
they
manipulating things from behind the scenes.
    “How does it work?” he asked.
    She blinked. “How does what work?”
    “Your talent.”
    “How does any talent work?” She gave a little shrug. “I have to have physical contact to do it, that’s all I know. They had me cornered on a mall roof. I sent them down an emergency stairwell and out onto the street. I don’t know what happened to them after that. I assume they walked for a while until they came out of the trance.”
    “Or got run down?”
    “I told them to only cross at the lights,” she said. “When I put people into a get-lost trance, they tend to follow orders very precisely.”
    “Sounds like a form of hypnotic suggestion.”
    “I suppose so.”
    “Why did you tell them to only cross at the lights?”
    “I assumed that if two guys from the company I used to work for got run down on a Phoenix street, it would create more problems than it would solve,” she said. “Dead bodies have a way of causing trouble.”
    But the lack of dead bodies meant no police records or any other kind of evidence that would lend credibility to her story, he thought. He was starting to understand how Alice had felt when she fell down the rabbit hole. He had to deal with the very real possibility that Isabella was as lost in a conspiracy fantasy as the Sentinel. But one thing was clear, Isabella believed every word she was saying.
    “Tell me about the conspiracy,” he said.
    “I used to work for Lucan Protection Services. Do you know it?”
    He paused his coffee mug in midair, all of his senses crackling. “Sure. Max Lucan is a member of the Arcane Society. He runs a high-end art-and-antiquities security agency.”
    “I went to work for his company about seven months ago. At the time I felt very fortunate to get the job.”
    “Why?”
    “Let’s just say that the combination of my talent plus my family history gives me employment problems. The result is that I change employers the way some folks change their socks.” She paused. “I get fired a lot.”
    “I understand the personal history issues. It could not have been easy growing up in a family that doesn’t officially exist. But what’s the problem with your talent? I would think being a finder would make you a natural fit for any kind of investigation or security firm.”
    She took another sip of tea and lowered the mug. “The problem is that I’m picky about what I find.”
    “Explain.”
    “A lot of security and investigation work involves locating people who don’t want to be found. Often those who are lost have a very good reason for disappearing. Then there are the dead bodies. Sure, once in a while those kinds of jobs are okay. I understand that sort of work needs doing.”
    “Like yesterday at the Zander mansion?”
    “Right,” she said, very earnest now. “I mean, I’m all for getting justice for murder victims and closure for families. It’s important work. Honorable work. Necessary work. But it is incredibly depressing to spend your entire working life, day in and day out, searching for people who are either dead or don’t want to be found.”
    “Hadn’t thought about it,” he admitted. “Is that what you did?”
    “Mostly. As soon as my employers realized I could find bodies and lost people, they kept giving me those kinds of cases. But Lucan Protection Services was different. I was one of the technicians there. I enjoyed the work. No one expected me to find dead people, just lost art and antiquities.”
    “What went wrong?”
    “I was