Running Hot

time, thinking.
    Two things had become very clear. Her fears about using her sister to take out Eubanks had been justified. La Sirène was now obsessed with the mysterious woman she had encountered on Maui. She viewed her as a rival. Given Vivien’s character, that fixation would not end until the woman was dead.
    The entire plan was in jeopardy.
    She went back to the nightstand and picked up the phone. Daddy answered on the first ring.
    “You’re awake,” she said quietly.
    “I don’t sleep much these days. What’s wrong?”
    “I think we may have a problem. Vivien has become fixated on the woman who discovered her in Eubanks’s hotel room on Maui. Not the housekeeper, the other one.”
    There was a short silence and then a soft chuckle. “Your sister may not be as crazy as you think.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’ve been obsessing on her, myself.”
    “I don’t understand,” Damaris whispered. “Why?”
    “Because it was simply too much of a coincidence that a sensitive powerful enough to interfere with your sister’s singing just happened to be in that hotel on Eubanks’s floor at that moment.”
    Shock reverberated through her. “Yes, of course. I should have realized.”
    “Yes, you should have thought about the possibilities.”
    “I’m sorry.” She rubbed her damp forehead. “It’s the drug, Daddy. I can’t seem to think straight these days.”
    “I know. I told you, the first few months are a little rough. Relax, I’m not annoyed because of this small lapse. I’ve got the situation under control.”
    “You found the woman?”
    “Her name is Grace Renquist. Turns out she’s just a librarian in the Bureau of Genealogy. A fairly strong aura talent, though. Fallon Jones sent her to Maui along with a bodyguard to get a look at Eubanks. That means she must be able to ID auras.”
    “How much does J&J know?”
    “At the moment, nothing. As I thought, Jones was watching Eubanks as part of a routine investigation into the death of one of the women he killed, the last victim. The woman’s family hired the agency to look into it. Fallon Jones figured Eubanks for just another high-level sensitive gone bad. Now Eubanks is dead due to a stroke. As far as the agency is concerned, the case is closed.”
    “But what about Grace Renquist? You said she’s a high-ranking aura talent. She must have seen Vivien’s aura. A lot of strong auras can recognize individual energy fields. At the very least she must have realized that Vivien is a powerful sensitive of some kind. J&J would follow up on that information.”
    “Now you’re thinking like the future director of Nightshade.” Approval laced each word. “You’re right. Miss Renquist has, indeed, become a problem. As things stand, she is the one person who might be able to identify La Sirène. And if La Sirène were to be discovered and identified, well, things could get a bit awkward.”
    Comprehension shuddered through Damaris. She had to fight to breathe. “If J&J finds Vivien—” She broke off, unable to finish the sentence.
    “Yes, exactly,” Daddy said gently. “It’s highly unlikely, of course, but if J&J manages to track down Vivien, and if Grace Renquist were to identify her as the woman in Eubanks’s hotel room, it is possible that they would make the connection to you and then to me.”
    Damaris’s mouth went dry. “You’re not . . . you’re not thinking of doing something to Vivien, are you?”
    “Of course not. She’s my daughter. The person who needs to disappear is Grace Renquist. With her out of the picture there will be no one around who can identify La Sirène. We’ll all be safe again.”
    She crushed the phone against her ear, trying to think like him, like the future director of Nightshade. “It will have to look like an accident, or at the very least, a Nightshade operation.”
    “Very good,” he said. “But don’t worry. I was doing this kind of thing for a living before you were even born. I’ll take care of everything.”
    The phone went silent.
    She rose and went back to the window. I’ll take care of everything. That was what a father was supposed to do. So why was she so terrified? It was the damned drug.
    She glanced at the clock. Two more hours until the next dose.

    William Craigmore put down the phone, set aside his book and pushed himself up from the reading chair. He smiled at the realization that he was actually looking forward to the venture. It had been a long time since he