Twilight Hunger

Chapter 6.

Just that suddenly.

Awake now, Morgan lay in her bed. Her covers were on the floor, and her body was alive. But she was alone.

G.o.d, these dreams were taking on a life of their own, weren"t they? Maybe she needed to think about some sort of therapy. Not that she hadn"t dreamed about him, over and over, night after night, since she had come to live here. But this time it had been different. It had been... real.

She sat up slowly, ran a hand through her hair and got to her feet. She pulled on a satin robe the color of cream, walked to the gla.s.s doors and opened them, stepping out onto the balcony, inhaling the night air deeply. It tasted good.

Then she paused and stared straight ahead.



A man stood on the cliffs, wind buffeting him as it was buffeting her. He was staring out toward the sea, and she couldn"t really see his face. And yet there was something so incredibly familiar about him. The fall of his hair. His stance. Something.

A fist seemed to close around her stomach as clouds skittered away from the moon and, for just an instant, his face was touched by moonlight.

"Dante... " She whispered his name, breathed it.

And as if he had heard her, even though it was impossible from that distance, he turned sharply, looked right at her.

"It can"t be... " Morgan closed her eyes, took three openmouthed breaths as her heart hammered in her chest. "It can"t be."

She opened her eyes again.

The cliffs, the sea, the wind, and nothing else. No one was there. No one was there at all.

Chapter 6.

*Maxine leaned back in the ergonomic chair and blinked her eyes several times. You didn"t blink often enough when you stared at a computer screen all day. She"d read that somewhere. It wasn"t good for your vision.

The front door opened, and Storm came in, a big white bag from the bakery in one hand and the morning mail in the other. "Time to take a break!" she called. "Carbs, calories and cream filling, just what the doctor ordered."

Max sighed, pushing the chair back. It rolled on its casters from the computer desk to the middle of the floor in what used to be the living room and was now an office. If you used the term loosely. It more closely resembled an explosion in a paper-and-file-folder factory. With computers. Lots of computers.

Storm dropped the bag on her own desk, sat down and peered inside. "Mmm, I got jelly and cream filled, and now I can"t decide."

"How many are in there?" Maxine asked, lifting her brows.

"Half dozen." Storm didn"t look up. The doughnuts had her mesmerized.

"Better go for one of each, then."

She looked up then, brows arched. "You think?"

"Oh, yeah. Far better than the risk of making the wrong choice."

"I like the way your mind works," Stormy said, smiling, as she reached into the bag to pluck out a doughnut.

Max got out of her chair and wandered into the kitchen, which was still a kitchen, where she poured two cups of fresh coffee. "Did you ever wonder just how screwed up I must be to be in the same town, in the same house, in the same rut, after all this time?"

"No."

Max smiled at the sound of the word, because it was doughnut m.u.f.fled. She carried the two mugs back into the room in time to see Stormy taking another bite and closing her eyes in ecstasy.

Max set Storm"s cup down in front of her and bent to help herself to a doughnut, knowing they would vanish if she didn"t.

"You care to elaborate on that answer, or are you just gonna go with the one-syllable reply?"

Stormy swallowed, licked her lips, took a sip of her coffee. She still had a ring of powdered sugar around her mouth, but what the h.e.l.l?

"Who wouldn"t be in the same house? Shoot, girl, your mother gave it to you free and clear. You"d have been nuts not to take it. And I fail to see any rut. You"re running not one, but two, businesses. Both turning a profit, I might add."

"Barely," Maxine muttered. She sighed, dunked her doughnut and took a big soggy bite. When she finished, she dropped the first of her two bombsh.e.l.ls. "Web page design is getting boring, Stormy. To tell you the truth, I"m thinking about dropping it."

Stormy blinked. "Dropping it?"

"Closing it down."

Setting her coffee mug on her desk, Storm got to her feet. "Why would you do that? That"s where you earn most of your income."

"Yeah, but it was never my life"s work. I mean, it"s okay. I"m good at it, but it"s not my dream job. Never was."

"So what are you telling me? They"re hiring over at Spies-R-Us?"

Max shot her a quick glance. "Don"t even joke about that."

"Then what?" Storm threw her hands in the air, turning in a slow circle and searching the ceiling for an explanation. "I thought this side business of yours was enough to satisfy your inner snoop, Max. I mean, hasn"t it been?"

"No, it hasn"t. If anything, it"s only whetted my appet.i.te." Max had kind of stumbled into the realm of Internet crime investigations when one of her Web clients asked her advice in dealing with a cyber-stalker a year ago. Since men, she had helped track down a half-dozen others by tracing them through their super-anonymous, supposedly untraceable screennames. She had even helped to bust up several hoax rings revolving around so-called paranormal sciences. Scam artists who went online hawking everything from psychic readings to ghost-busting powders. Which was perfectly legal until you tied them to their partners, who hara.s.sed and sometimes frightened gullible people into believing they needed otherworldly help, then fed information to the scam artist, who used it to convince the client he was really in touch with "the other side."

All of this had given Max the opportunity to touch base with her favorite cop now and then. Not that that had any bearing on her decision to move into this line of work.

"So what would you say if I told you I was thinking about embarking on another little enterprise?" she asked.

Storm turned to face her, searched her face warily. "A third business?"

"I"m dropping the Web designing services. So it would only be a second business. And, in fact, it would be more like taking the existing one to a new, higher level."

"What do you have in mind?"

Max wiped the doughnut sugar from her fingers onto her jeans and went to her desk. She opened a drawer, took out a sheet of paper, slid it across the surface. "Take a look at this and tell me what you think."

Storm came closer, leaned over it, reading aloud. "Maxine Stuart, Licensed Private... " Then she looked up. "Licensed private investigator? Since when?"

"It just came today. I sent in the application months ago."

"Maxie... "

"Look, I know. It sounds way over the top, but if you think about it, it"s what we"ve been doing anyway. Just in cybers.p.a.ce instead of real time."

"They can"t shoot you in cybers.p.a.ce." Storm rolled her eyes. "Who else knows about this?"

Max shrugged.

"Maxine Stuart, who else knows?"

Max lowered her eyes. "Well, Lou knows."

"Lou. Lou Malone. I figured as much. He probably encouraged this, didn"t he?"

"Well, he, uh, helped me with the application process. He was one of my references."

"Uh-huh."

"Look, I"m good at this. And Lou"s already got a few cases ready to toss my way."

"h.e.l.l. I don"t know why you don"t just jump that man"s bones and get it over with, Max."

"I intend to. Just as soon as I can get him cornered." Stormy"s eyes widened, and Max smiled in sheer nasty delight "But one thing has nothing to do with the other. If I was doing this just to get closer to Lou, I"d have joined the force. It would have been easier."

"Yeah. Right. Isn"t the old crock due to retire pretty soon?"

There was a throat clearing, and they both turned to see the old crock himself standing in the doorway. Max couldn"t judge for sure how long he"d been standing there, how much he might have heard. She figured the man"s bones would more easily succ.u.mb to any jumping she might attempt if she could sneak up on them. Take "em by surprise, that sort of thing.

He was too thin, so his suit looked a little on the baggy side. "Am I interrupting anything?"

Stormy turned her back to him and made wide eyes at Max. Max ignored her. "Come on in, Lou. Did you smell the doughnuts or what?"

He didn"t smile, didn"t tease her in return the way he usually did. "It"s, uh-kinda delicate."

Frowning, Maxine walked over to where he stood. He didn"t wait. Instead he turned, stepped out onto the porch. When she joined him mere and closed the door behind her, he said, "I"ll buy you a cup of coffee. We can talk there. All right?"

"Sounds serious."

"Yeah. I need your help with something. It"s sorta right up your alley, Max, or I"d never ask."

"Why not?"

"Why not what?"

"Why would you never ask?"

He drew a breath, sighed heavily. ""Cause you"re brand-new at this kind of thing, and I sort of had it in mind to start you out with something a little more milk toast. Background checks on suspects, s.h.i.t like that."

"Got that much faith in me, do you?"

"You"re a kid."

"I"m twenty-five."

"Like I said... "

"Shut up, Lou." She yanked open his car door and sat beside him. He didn"t take her to the coffee shop, as she had expected. Instead he pulled around the drive-through window of a fast food joint and got two large coffees, one black, one with two creams and three sugars. She smiled as he rattled off the order without asking her. He knew exactly how she liked her coffee.

His bones, she mused, were practically jumped already.

He drove to the nearest parking area, shut the car off and turned in his seat to face her.

"Gee, Lou, if you want to take me parking, maybe we should aim for something just a little more secluded."

His face colored. "Yeah, right."

"There"s this old gravel bed south of town where everyone used to go to make out back in high school. You know it?"

He avoided her eyes. "Of course I know it."

"Mmm. So you"ve been there?"

"Yeah. Shining lights on kids who ought to know better and sending "em home to their mammas. Now, do you wanna talk business or do you wanna play, Maxie?"

She wanted to play. With him. Now. But she"d obviously p.i.s.sed him off. He always got p.i.s.sed off when she flirted with him, even a little bit. "Fine. Business. Go ahead." She sat back in her seat and sipped her coffee.

"Okay. There"s this woman. She"s a friend of mine. A good friend."

Fingernails raked across a chalkboard inside her head, and Maxine sat up straighter.

"Her name is Lydia Jordan. She runs Haven House."

Max blinked now as her mind filled in the blanks. "That"s that girls" shelter downtown? For runaway teens in trouble?"

He nodded.

"But I thought that was run by a pair of former prost.i.tutes."

Again he nodded.

She lifted her eyebrows and stared at him. "This friend of yours is a hooker?"

"Was a hooker."

"And how the h.e.l.l is it that you know her so well?" she asked, and she really didn"t care how b.i.t.c.hy it sounded.

He smiled at her. "h.e.l.l, Maxie, if I wasn"t old enough to be your father, I"d almost think you were jealous."

"You"re nowhere near old enough to be my father." He was, technically, but she wasn"t about to admit it.

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