Part 13 (1/2)

”Oh, I do, and I'll bet you do, too. Look, Kathleen mentioned that you were out of work. What about joining our venture? A psychic would be a handy person to have around. When it comes to locating the goods, the hard data's minimal, and the sources are real old.”

”So you think I could help you find it?”

”Just that. Gold has psychic vibrations, you know. It's the archetypal form of the element of earth. Don't tell me you don't know what I mean by elemental earth.”

”I do know, sure. This isn't the kind of place where I want to discuss things like that, however.”

”You're right.” He looked down in contrition. ”I tend to have a big mouth. Sorry.”

I considered. Discussing the alleged business venture, playing along with him in his scheme-I saw the chance to learn more about him in safe circ.u.mstances.

”We could have lunch,” I said, ”over in the city, and discuss your offer.”

”That sounds good. Pick a restaurant you like, pick a day, I'll be there.” He reached into his s.h.i.+rt pocket and brought out a business card, black lettering on white, and handed it to me.

”Caleb Sumner,” it read, ”Oceanography Degree, Sidereal Navigation Certificate.”

”Impressive.” I put the card into my beaded bag. ”Is there much call for sidereal navigators these days?”

”No.” His expression turned sour. ”Thanks to the G.o.dd.a.m.n GPS systems. I used to get work as yacht crew all the time. Not so much anymore.”

”That's too bad.”

Caleb nodded and had another gulp of scotch and water. The nearby patio heater hissed loudly, then returned to its steady hum, but not before Caleb flinched and muttered at the sound.

”Lousy weather this year, isn't it?” Caleb said. ”I'm not used to pool parties that need heaters.”

”Yeah, sure is, but we need the rain.”

”That's what everyone says.” He smiled. ”I'm still not used to California, period. Drought's never an issue back home in New England. Everything stays green in the summer.”

”Yeah, but you pay for it with all that snow in winter. Of course, not all of our weather's perfect.” I paused for effect. ”Lately we've had to worry about rogue waves, for example.”

Caleb went very still. He stared at me over the rim of his gla.s.s. I pretended not to notice.

”You've got that degree in Oceanography,” I went on. ”So I bet you know the answer to this. I've been wondering lately, what causes them, the rogue waves, I mean?”

Caleb's hands began to shake so badly that the scotch sloshed in his gla.s.s. He set it down on the ground, then pretended to cough.

”Sorry,” he said. ”Down the wrong pipe.” He slapped both hands over his mouth, so that they covered part of his face. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

”Heavens!” I grabbed a tissue from my bag and held it out. ”Are you choking? Need help?”

He shook his head no and continued his fake cough. Eventually he took the tissue and wiped his mouth.

”Guess I'd better not finish that drink,” he said. ”Diego makes them pretty strong.”

”I'd say so, yeah.”

I looked away while he composed himself. For a couple of minutes we sat in silence. I watched the guests swirling around the buffet in case I saw someone else I knew. I didn't.

”You know,” Caleb said, ”your sister's very beautiful, but it's a beauty like a work of art, museum worthy, kind of distant and cool. Jack's built her a museum here, really. It sets his art treasure off perfectly.”

I thought of all the cat boxes in the house but managed a polite smile. Caleb smiled back while Qi oozed from his aura. I perceived it as long wisps like tendrils of fog, reaching for me, but my own aura held steady, and my own Qi stayed where it belonged, inside my magnetic field.

”You have a much more interesting kind of beauty.” He edged a little closer to me on the bench. ”Fiery, and no museum could ever contain it.”

At fifteen, I would have swooned over this line. Unfortunately for Caleb, I was twenty-six. ”Yeah?” I said. ”My boyfriend says something like that, too.”

Caleb's smile froze. The tendrils of Qi snapped back to his aura. Over his shoulder, I saw the boyfriend in question approaching.

”Here's Ari now,” I said. ”I'll introduce you.”

At his first sight of Ari, Caleb slid back to his original position on the bench. Ari stood a bit less than six feet tall, but he could loom over people when he wanted to. He strode over and turned, looming, to Caleb, who suddenly did look short and pudgy. He didn't smell bad, however, to my normal nose, though Kathleen would have sniffed fear in the air.

”Ari,” I said, ”this is Caleb Sumner. He's been telling me about a possible job.”

”Hi,” Caleb said. ”Pleased to meet you.”

”How do you do?” Ari looked him over briefly and turned back to me. ”Do you want to eat here, or should we just go home?”

”We could leave soon,” I said. ”If you'd like.”

Caleb picked up his gla.s.s, then finished the drink in one long swallow. As we walked away, I glanced back and saw him heading to the bar.

Kathleen had gravitated to the buffet, where she was helping Maria Elena put out rows of paper bowls containing little flans, each swimming in a thin clear caramel sauce. A lot of calories per, I figured, but they did look delicious.

”We're thinking of leaving,” I said to Kathleen. ”We've had a long day, and Ari wants to get home to get some work done.”

Kathleen smiled at the hint in that ”work.” ”But you haven't eaten anything,” she said to me.

”I will at home, I promise. I've got salad stuff- ”No, no,” Maria Elena said. ”I have an empty box right here. Let me make you up a care package.”

”Good name for it,” Ari said. ”She looks like a refugee.”

Since we were in public view, I couldn't kick him, but I thought about it. He stepped back fast, as if he felt it coming. The caterer moved up and down the long buffet, stuffing a big white cardboard box with miniature tacos, baggies of guacamole, rice, a bowl of chicken in salsa verde, and the like. My traitorous stomach growled.

”I saw you talking with Mira,” Kathleen said. ”I'm real glad you connected.”

”So am I. It's great seeing her again. She wants to move into working with autistics, she told me.”

”G.o.d, she's so motivated! I guess it's a real problem, lots of kids born with autism.”

”It is, yeah. No one's sure why, either.”

”I think it's because they're actually dinosaur souls.”

I stared.

”Well, look,” Kathleen continued. ”Everyone talks about overpopulation, right? And how there's more people on earth now than there ever were before. Even if you add up all the people that lived before, ever, there's still more people now. So that means everyone human's been reborn already, so where are all these kids coming from? They must have souls. And so I figure it's the dinosaurs incarnating again. After all, we did take over their planet.”