voice. He went quickly down the stairwell steps.
She tried to string a few facts together, hoping something would jar loose another memory.
âI suppose we could have come here by cab,â she ventured. âBut I donât remember a cab ride.â
âNeither do I.â He paused. âI remember guys on motorcycles.â
âSo do I. At least I think I do.â
âThere was also some very hot psi at some point,â Elias said. âIâm sure of it. I think we got burned. We knew we were going to crash.â
Something in his tone prompted another little ping in the shadows of her lost memories.
âDo you think that whatever happened to us, itâs connected to the problem at your companyâs jobsite? Maybe someone doesnât want you to get that gate open.â
âGiven what facts weâve got, that explanation has the highest probability of being correct,â he said.
âSo why is my necklace missing? And whatâs up with the fortune in my purse?â
âI donât know. We need more data.â
She cleared her throat. âOkay, letâs say someone is after us and somehow we got psi-fried last night and decided that we had to go into hiding before we blacked out. That doesnât explain why we got married. It makes no sense. After all, itâs obvious now that our relationship wasâisâstrictly business.â
âYouâre not much of a romantic, are you?â
She glared at him. âIs that supposed to be humorous? Because if so, I have to tell you that your timing is lousy.â
âYouâre not the first person to mention that.â
They reached the ground-floor stairwell. To her surprise, Elias paused, as though listening intently. But she could feel energy rising in the atmosphere. The stone in his ring heated.
After a few seconds, Elias nodded, satisfied.
âThe good news is that I donât think thereâs anyone waiting to ambush us on the other side of this door,â he said.
She looked at his ring. âYou can tell that with the crystal in your ring?â
âItâs pretty accurate when it comes to picking up the vibes of high-tech devices.â
âIs that all it can do?â
âI donât know.â He smiled a little and pushed open the door. âI just got it recently, remember?â
âI know, but are you telling me that you donât know much about its properties?â
âItâs a family heirloom but apparently not many of my ancestors could figure out what to do with it,â Elias said. âThereâs hardly any data in the Coppersmith archives. Iâm still on a learning curve. Still conducting experiments. Until now, the only use Iâve been able to discover is its ability to detect the frequency of other crystals. Thatâs handy in the lab but hardly unique. Weâve got lots of other instruments that do just as good a job.â
âI donât know about that. You said it alerts you to the fact that someone might be waiting for you with a high-powered weapon. That sounds very useful to me. Especially at the moment.â
âTrue,â he agreed. He hesitated, glancing down at the ring. âI think that may be why we escaped whoever was gunning for us last night. We had some warning. Not much, but evidently enough to get away.â
âSo why didnât we run straight to the cops?â
âGood question. Maybe we didnât have a chance. If we got chased into the tunnels we would have just kept going until we lost whoever was chasing us.â
They walked out into a mostly empty parking lot illuminated in the dull light of a fogbound dawn. The weather was hardly a surprise. The Shadow Zone was always locked in psi-infused fog.
The fog was something of a mystery. After all, Illusion Town was a vast, sprawling city in the middle of a desert. Theoretically, it shouldnât experience a lot of fog. But the normal