Deception Cove
Harmony 10
by
Jayne Castle
This one is for Houdini.
When it comes to a vanishing act,
no other magician does it with more style.
Welcome back to Rainshadow Island on the world of Harmony.
In the Rainshadow novels you will meet the passionate men and women who are drawn to this remote island in the Amber Sea. You will get to know their friends and neighbors in the small town of Shadow Bay.
Everyone on Rainshadow has a past; everyone has secrets. But none of those secrets is as dangerous as the ancient mystery concealed inside the paranormal fence that guards the forbidden territory of the island known as the Preserve.
The secrets of the Preserve have been locked away for centuries. But now something dangerous is stirring . . .
I hope you will enjoy the Rainshadow novels.
Chapter 1
THE TWO LOW-RENT THUGS WERE WAITING FOR ALICE when she left the darkened theater through the stage door. She sensed their presence as soon as she started walking toward the street. They were hiding behind the large garbage bin in the middle of the alley. They were not the subtle type.
I do not have time for this, she said to the dust bunny perched on her shoulder.
Houdini chortled enthusiastically and bounced a little. At first glance he looked like a large wad of dryer lint that had been decorated with six paws and two baby blue eyes. He had a second set of eyesthey were a very feral shade of amberbut he only opened them for hunting or when he sensed danger. He was still wearing the elegant red satin bow tie that Alice had put on him for the nights performance of the Alien Illusions Magic Show.
A born ham, Houdini adored the limelight. He was always up for a performance. Somehow he sensed that they were about to give one here in the alley. True, it would be for an audience of two, and neither of the lowlifes had purchased a ticket, but he wasnt particular about the size of the crowd and the concept of money was lost on him. He took a more pragmatic approach to finances. Pizza worked for him.
Im glad youre enjoying yourself, Alice said. Weve got an empty refrigerator waiting back at the apartment and a mean landlord who will be expecting the rent tomorrow, remember?
She did not have the money for the rent. The Alien Illusions Magic Show had folded without notice tonight. That kind of thing happened in show business, but in this case she was pretty sure she knew why the owner of the theater had cancelled all future productions. He had been bribed to dump the act.
She was now towing a wheeled suitcase crammed with costumes, wigs, stage makeup, and everything else she had been able to salvage from her tiny dressing room. A large blue tote filled with props was slung over her shoulder.
It had not been a good day, and the night was turning out to be worse. Not only was she once again unemployed, shed been experiencing the all-too-familiar edgy sensation for the past several hours. During the past year she had learned the hard way that the icy little jolts of warning were coming from her intuition. Someone was watching her. Again.
And now a couple of street creeps were about to try to mug her.
Really, how much can any woman be expected to take? she said to Houdini.
Houdini chortled again, eager to go on stage.
One of the thugs emerged from behind the far end of the garbage bin. His head, which had been shaved to better display the tattoos on his skull, gleamed in the light cast by the fixture over the stage door. He had a knife in one hand.
The second man popped out of hiding and moved toward her along a parallel trajectory. He wore a stocking cap over his long, straggly hair. The blade of his knife glittered in the light.
Now whats a nice girl like you doing out here all alone at night? Tattoo Head asked. Didnt anyone tell you this is a dangerous neighborhood?
His voice was high-pitched and over-rezzed with the sort of unnatural excitement that indicated he had been doing some serious stimulants earlier in the evening.
Get out of my way, Alice said. She adjusted the weight of the tote on her shoulder, tightened her grip on the suitcase, and kept walking. Im not in a good mood.
Now why you wanna go and talk like that to a couple of guys who just want to party? the man with the stocking cap crooned. Were gonna show you a real good time.
A real good time. Tattoo Head leered. Whats that thing on your shoulder? Some kinda fluffy rat?
Alice ignored him, closing the distance between the three of them as she trudged toward the alley entrance. No doubt about it, a really bad day was turning into a really bad night.
Listen up, bitch, Stocking Cap snarled. Stop right there. First, put that big purse down on the ground. You hear me? Youre gonna take out all the money you got inside, and if my friend and I like what we see, well all have some fun. If we dont like what we see, why then, youre gonna have to give us a reason not to cut you up a bit.
Alice ignored the threat.
Hey, my buddy told you to stop, Tattoo Head hissed.
Alice continued walking. She felt Houdinis little claws grip her shoulder. He was no longer chortling. He growled a warning and sleeked out, his scruffy gray fur flattened against his small frame. He opened his second set of eyes and watched the knife-wielding pair closely. He was ready to rumble.
Theres an old saying about dust bunnies, Alice said to the thugs. By the time you see the teeth, its too late. Turns out Houdini and I have our own little twist on that bit of wisdom. If you cant see the teeth or anything else, youre in trouble.
What do you think youre doing, you stupid woman? Stocking Cap said. He skipped and danced across the pavement, closing in on her. You asked for it. Im gonna have to cut up that face of yours to teach you a lesson.
Oh, for pitys sake, Alice said. Ive got some real issues at the moment. You shouldnt mess with a woman who has issues. Never say you werent warned.
She jacked up her senses and pulled hard on her talent. She had never met anyone else with the same kind of psychic ability that she possessedlight-talents of any kind were rare. Those strong enough to do what she could do were considered the stuff of fairy tales.
She cranked up her aura and used the energy to bend the wavelengths of normal-spectrum light around herself and Houdini. The process was similar to the way a rock diverts water in a stream. To all intents and purposes, she had just gone invisible to the human eye.
She pushed a little harder and extended the shield to her tote and suitcase. It took a lot of power to bend light around not only herself and Houdini but the objects she was touching as well. She figured she wouldnt have to do it for long. She had learned over the years that people tended to freak out when they realized that, in her case, going invisible was not merely a magic trick.
As paranormal talents went, the ability to vanish for a short period of time was not nearly as useful as one might think. Career options were limited. Having concluded that she was not cut out for a life of crime, she had tried various other professional endeavors ranging from the food-and-beverage business to a job as a clerk in a museum gift shop. The last one had nearly gotten her killed.
This past year she had tried her hand at the magic business. It seemed like the perfect career for a woman with her skill set. As it happened, however, any halfway-experienced magician could routinely make objects disappear on stage. The fact that she used psychic energy to achieve the effect did not impress anyone in show business. She was a one-trick wonder.