Running Hot

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    “Kill me.”
    He froze in mid-stride. She watched the torrent of shock crash through his aura. The indescribable colors flashed across the spectrum. She really had taken him by surprise, she realized. Had he actually believed that he could plot her death without her sensing it? Evidently the answer to that question was a resounding yes. Then again, she had never told him all of her secrets.
    When he turned to face her his expression was a mix of anger and impatience.
    “What the hell are you talking about?” he said. “Is this your idea of a bad joke?”
    She folded her arms, hugging herself a little.
    “We both know it isn’t a joke,” she said quietly. “You brought me here with the intention of murdering me.”
    “I haven’t got time for this. I’ve got work to do.”
    “I assume I’m going to be the victim of a tragic drowning accident?” She smiled bleakly. “So sad. The butler went swimming and went under. Happens all the time.”
    He searched her face as though wondering if she had a high fever and then shook his head. “I don’t believe this.”
    “I didn’t, either. But in hindsight I saw it coming weeks ago.”
    “All right, let’s play this out,” he said with the air of a man who has begun to suspect that he is dealing with a crazy person. “You and I have been a team for a long time. Twelve years. Why would I want to kill you now?”
    “I think there are a couple of reasons. The first one, of course, is that I recently discovered that for the past few months you’ve been allowing some very nasty people to use the resources of Crocker World as a cover for illegal arms dealing. All that agricultural equipment you so generously donated to various developing countries? Turns out those tractors and plows fire real bullets. Imagine my surprise.”
    For an instant she thought he was going to continue the charade a little longer. But this was Martin. He could get to the bottom line faster than anyone else she had ever met. That was part of his talent.
    He smiled with just the right touch of genuine regret and put down the grocery bags. “I knew you would have problems with my little sideline. That’s why I didn’t bring you on board at the start of the project.”
    “It isn’t just what you’re dealing, although that’s bad enough. It’s the people you’re working for.”
    Fury sparked in his eyes and in his aura.
    “I don’t work for anyone else,” he said through his teeth. “Crocker World is mine. I built the company, damn it. I am Crocker World.”
    “You were Crocker World. But you’ve handed the company you built, that I helped you build, to some sort of criminal organization.”
    “You had nothing to do with my success. You should be down on your knees thanking me for what I did for you. If I hadn’t come along, you’d still be working in that low-rent flower shop, living all by yourself with a couple of cats because you scare off every man you meet. Hell, sometimes you even scare me.”
    That shook her. “What?”
    “The way you take one look at a person and figure out what makes him tick. What he’d kill for. What scares the shit out of him. His strengths and weaknesses. It’s damned spooky. Why do you think I’m getting rid of you?”
    “You’re forgetting something, Martin. If you hadn’t offered me a job twelve years ago, you’d still be operating a cheap way-off-the-strip casino in Binge, Nevada. I’m the one who identified the cheats who were robbing you blind. I’m the one who helped you pay off that mob boss. If it hadn’t been for me, you’d have been buried in some shallow grave out in the desert by now.”
    “That’s a lie.”
    “And I’m the one who identified those first investors for you, the venture capitalists who backed you when you decided to sell the casino and start building condo towers.”
    Martin’s aura was an inferno now.
    “I would have found the investors on my own,” he shouted.
    “That’s not true. You’re a mid-range strategy talent, Martin. You can sense opportunities and put together a plan with a skill few can match because you’re psychic in that way. But you’re no good when it comes to reading people.”
    “Shut your stupid mouth.”
    “Without that talent, all the business insight in the world is useless. Building a financial empire isn’t just about numbers and the bottom line. It’s about identifying and exploiting your opponent’s strengths and weaknesses.”
    He gave her a sharklike