Running Hot

infuriating.
    “Probably hard enough to justify the Farm Bill and corporate welfare,” Luther said. “Try telling people that you’re spending millions on the woo-woo stuff.”
    “How the hell are we going to prove that people like you and me and Grace and everyone else in the Society aren’t wack jobs if everyone insists on officially denying the existence of the paranormal? Talk about catch twenty-two. Talk about the emperor’s new clothes. Talk about shortsighted, stupid and—”
    “Uh, Fallon, maybe we could get back to the subject of what to do about Craigmore’s body? I’m pretty good when it comes to tweaking auras but even I have limits. If someone from the health department happens to drop into the restaurant tomorrow, I may have a little problem convincing him to ignore a dead guy in the refrigerator.”
    “Sorry. I don’t usually get off track like that.”
    “I know.”
    It said a lot about the situation that Fallon had allowed himself to lose his focus.
    “I hate to admit it but I think this thing that you and Grace have uncovered is starting to get to me,” Fallon continued, grim and glum. “The Nightshade operation is so much bigger and more extensive than we imagined. And we’re on our own.”
    No getting around that, Luther thought. The danger posed by Nightshade was very real. The Council was committed to dealing with the threat but it was not easy fighting a battle that was invisible to the wider society.
    As far as most people were concerned, the paranormal equated with entertainment. It belonged on television and in books and films. People had real things to worry about in the real world—terrorism and global warming. They were not going to take seriously warnings about a shadowy organization of evil psychics, especially when that warning was issued by another, equally secret society dedicated to the study of the paranormal.
    There were sensitives—members of the Arcane community—working at various levels in government agencies, police departments and other venues who could be called upon by J&J, but they were usually able to supply only limited assistance. In addition, whatever help they did provide had to be strictly off the record. Being outed as someone who claimed to be psychic was, generally speaking, not a smart career move unless you happened to be running a cult.
    “About the body,” Luther said. “We’ve got two options. We can either have Petra and Wayne take it out to sea on their boat and dump it or you can arrange to ship it back to Craigmore’s family.”
    “Craigmore doesn’t have any family. He married three times but there were no children. Rumor has it that he wasn’t able to have kids. His last wife died nearly a decade ago. But yes, we need to get the body back here. He can’t just disappear. There would be a lot of questions. Let me think for a minute.”
    Luther listened as Fallon clicked computer keys.
    “Okay, looks like he flew commercial,” Fallon said finally. “His private jet is still sitting on the ground in L.A. That means he didn’t want a record of the trip, and that, in turn, means he probably used a phony ID to get the seat on the scheduled flight. We’re clear.”
    Luther went blank trying to follow the logic. It was a frequent occurrence when talking to Fallon.
    “Clear for what?” he asked.
    “No one knows Craigmore went to Hawaii so no one will think it’s strange when he turns up dead in his own home in L.A.,” Fallon explained. “I’ll send a company plane with refrigeration equipment to pick up his body.”
    “Will there be an autopsy?”
    “Probably not,” Fallon said. “It’s going to look like he died of a heart attack and wasn’t found for a few hours. He was seventy. No one will question cause of death.”
    “But if there is an autopsy?”
    “Natural causes,” Fallon said absently. His attention was already on the next move in the three-dimensional chess game he was playing.
    “What makes you so sure of that, Fallon?”
    “You’re not the first person to zap an aura.”
    “I’m not?” Luther glanced at Grace. She was still studying the screen but he knew she was listening to the conversation. “There have been others?”
    “A few. It’s an extremely rare variant of the aura talent. Requires off-the-charts power, which, as we both know, you just happen to have. Also, in every reported case, the aura talent had to be in physical contact with the victim in order to douse the whole energy