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Jayne Krentz - Copper Beach

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Within the pages of very rare books some centuries old lie the secrets of the paranormal. Abby Radwells unusual psychic talent has made her an expert in such volumes-and sometimes taken her into dangerous territory. After a deadly incident in the private library of an obsessive collector, Abby receives a blackmail threat, and rumors swirl that an old alchemical text known as has reappeared on the black market. Convinced that she needs an investigator who can also play bodyguard, she hires Sam Coppersmith, a specialist in paranormal crystals and amber-hot rocks. Passion flares immediately between them, but neither entirely trusts the other. When it comes to dealing with a killer who has paranormal abilities, and a blackmailer who will stop at nothing to obtain an ancient alchemical code, no one is safe.

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JAYNE ANN KRENTZ

COPPER BEACH

For Steve Castle, with love and thanks

for the background on rare earths.

Great brothers like you are even more rare.

Sure glad we made it into the same family.

1

THERE WAS NOTHING LIKE THE DRAMA OF A DEATHBED SCENE to expose the skeletons in a familys closet. You never knew what would fall out when you opened the door, the nurse thought. Lifelong conflicts, absolution, regret, long-held grudges, enduring love or unrelenting hatred, whatever had been hidden for decades or generations was suddenly made visible at the end.

The night-shift staff was gathered at the nurses station, drinking coffee, snacking on vending-machine munchies and speculating on the sexual orientation of the new orthopedic surgeon, when the dying mans son arrived. Emotions in the small group ranged from cynical to relieved.

They had all watched patients die without family at the bedside. It happened more often than most people realized. Everyone who did this kind of work understood that family dynamics were often convoluted and messy and sometimes downright evil. There were often very good reasons why relatives turned their backs on a family member who was dying. And there was no getting around the fact that the patient in 322 was seriously wasted not just from the cancer but from years of hard living and major addiction issues.

Knox probably wasnt anyones idea of a great father, the orderly said. Still, its about time someone from the family showed up.

The middle-aged nurse watched the visitor disappear through the darkened doorway of 322. Then she checked the computer file.

He signed in as Knoxs son, she reported. But there are no relatives listed on the chart.

One of the orderlies popped a handful of potato chips into his mouth. Guess its safe to say its not a close family.

Lander Knox knew what the crowd at the nurses station was thinking. The prodigal son shows up at last. It amused him, but he had been careful not to let his reaction show. He understood that humor was not appropriate to the occasion.

He had learned long ago to fake the correct emotional responses for a wide variety of situations. His acting talent was worthy of an Oscar. He had gotten very good at pretending to be one of the sheep. He moved among the weak, emotional, easily duped creatures that surrounded him like the wolf he was.

He had considered taking a moment to charm the staff at the nurses station. It would have been simple to give them a clever story about how he had been on the other side of the world in a war zone when he got word that his father was dying. He could have told them that he had spent three days without sleep trying to get back before the end. But it wasnt worth the effort. He was planning to stay only a few minutes, just long enough to take his revenge.

Shadows pooled inside room 322. The machines hummed and hissed and beeped like some high-tech Greek chorus heralding the inevitable. Quinn Knoxs eyes were closed. He was hooked up to an IV line. His breathing was harsh, as if it took everything he had just to grab the next breath. He looked exhausted beyond bearing. The outline etched by the sheet revealed a painfully thin body. The cancer had been gnawing on him for a while now.

Lander went to the bed and gripped the rail. There was very little that could arouse strong emotion in him, but looking down at the father who had betrayed him, he felt something familiar and powerful stir deep inside. Rage.

Surprise, Im alive, he whispered. But, then, Ill bet youve known all along that I didnt die in that boating accident. Hey, youre psychic, after all. But you sure hoped I was dead, didnt you? Well, Im here. I wont stay long. Just stopped in to let you know that you lost and I won. Are you listening, you son of a bitch?

Quinns eyelids twitched. One withered hand moved slightly. Lander smiled. A euphoric satisfaction twisted and melded with the old fury.

So you can hear me, he said. Thats good. Because I want you to go to your grave knowing that I know everything, how you lied to me, how you tried to cheat me out of my inheritance, everything. Im on the trail of that lab notebook. Ive traced it to the Pacific Northwest. Once I have that book, Ill be able to find that lost mine.

Quinns eyelids fluttered and opened partway. Faded gray eyes, glazed with morphine and the oncoming chill of death, looked up at Lander.

No, Quinn rasped.

A couple of years ago I found the one crystal that you kept as a souvenir. Whats more, Ive learned how to use it to commit the perfect murder. Ive run a number of successful experiments so far. Very useful, that crystal. But now Im going after the whole damn mine full of those stones, and theres nothing you can do to stop me.

No, listen

Youre a dead man, or you will be very soon. They probably got a pool going out there at the nurses station, betting on whether or not youll make it through the night.

Lab book is psi-coded. The breath rattled in Quinns chest. Try to break it and youll destroy your senses. Maybe kill yourself.

I heard the rumors about the code, Lander said. But I havent told you the best part yet. Ive already located a code breaker in Seattle. Shes a freelancer in the underground hot-books market. Im going to use her to acquire the book for me and break the encryption. Sort of a two-for-one deal.

Quinn stared at him with an expression of gathering horror. Lander smiled, pleased.

You dont fear death, but youre terrified that Ill get my hands on that lab notebook, arent you? he said. And I will, old man, I will. I am so very close.

No, Quinn wheezed. You dont understand. The crystals are dangerous. You cant reopen the mine.

The Phoenix Mine was my inheritance. You had no right to keep it from me. But Im going to find it now. Ive been working on my plan for months. Now everything is in place in Seattle. I almost wish you were going to live long enough to see me reopen that mine. Almost.

Quinn moved his head restlessly on the pillow. You dont know what youre doing.

Youre wrong. Lander stepped back from the bed. I know exactly what Im doing. Im going to claim what belongs to me.

Please, listen

Good-bye, you pathetic bastard. Lander started to turn away but paused, eyeing the IV lines. You know, its tempting to put a pillow over your face and finish you off right now. But I want you to have a little more time to think about how you failed to cheat me out of whats mine. I want you to suffer a little longer, Dad.

Lander turned on his heel and walked swiftly out of the room. If he stayed for even another minute, he would give in to the rage and the urge to pull the plug on the old man.

Once out in the hall, he went quickly toward the elevators. He could feel the eyes of the medical staff boring into his back. Screw them. He was never going to see any of them again.

In room 322, Quinns head cleared a little as he raised what was left of his old talent. The effort dumped a small jolt of adrenaline into his bloodstream, countering the effects of the drugs. After three fumbling attempts, he managed to press the call button.

The nurse appeared. Quinn dredged up the name out of his failing memory banks.

Nathan, he rasped.

Are you in pain, Mr. Knox? Nathan came to stand beside the bed. I can give you another injection.

Forget the damn drugs. Help me make a phone call.

All right. I can dial it for you, if you like.

Numbers in my wallet. It was with me when I got here.

You arent supposed to bring valuables with you to the hospital, Nathan said.

Nothing valuable in my wallet except that phone number. Get it.

Nathan went to the closet, pawed through the meager assortment of personal belongings and produced the aged, well-worn wallet. He brought it back to the bed and opened it.

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