Canyons of Night

by Jayne Castle

  The first thought that had slammed through him that day was completely irrational. It’s as if she’s been here, waiting for me all these years.

  It made no sense but for the past five days he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that he had spent the last fifteen years trying to get back to Rainshadow to see if she was still here.

  She had definitely grown up in the years they had been apart, but he would have recognized her anywhere. The elements of the woman she was meant to become had all been in place that summer, waiting to bloom. And the final result was everything he had sensed it would be. Intelligence, energy, and the promise of a passionate nature had illuminated her brilliant hazel eyes that year and those qualities were more luminous than ever now.

  Some things had certainly changed, he thought. Gone was the awkward, shy, painfully vulnerable fifteen-year-old girl. In her place was a sleek, savvy, sophisticated woman. Her hair was cut in a shoulder-length style that framed her fine-boned face. She still wore glasses but the new ones were a trendy-looking pair that made a perfect frame for her spectacular eyes. Everything about her, including her energy, thrilled his senses.

  He had known that day that he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He had also known that she was the one thing he could not have.

  The Shadow Bay Police Station was located at the far end of the street in the town square. The headquarters of the volunteer fire department sat directly across the small park. The post office and the office of the part-time mayor, Fletcher Kane, completed the picture-perfect small-town scene.

  It was enough to drive anyone who hated small towns as much as he did mad, Slade thought morosely. He really had to get moving on his new career path.

  Devin Reed was sprawled on one of the stone benches in the park, legs shoved straight out in front of him. He was dressed in a pair of logo-splashed running shoes, jeans, a gray hoodie, and the new sunglasses he had invested in recently. In addition he wore the utterly bored, world-weary air that only a thirteen-year-old boy could pull off. The thing was, Slade thought, in Devin’s case, he had a right to the attitude. The kid had gotten some tough breaks.

  Rex bounded ahead and hopped up onto the bench seat.

  “Hey, Rex.” Devin patted the bunny and then peered at Slade through the new shades. “Hey, Chief Attridge.”

  “Dev.” Slade stopped. “What are you doing this afternoon?”

  “Nothing much.”

  “How about last night between midnight and dawn? Do anything much then?”

  “Huh?” Devin jerked his hand away from Rex.

  “You broke into the antiques shop.”

  “I didn’t break anything, I swear it.”

  “You went inside.”

  “I found the door unlocked,” Devin said quickly. “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay inside.”

  “Take anything?”

  “No.”

  “That’s good. I wouldn’t want to have to arrest you. It would break your grandmother’s heart.”

  Devin was stunned. “You wouldn’t arrest me.”

  “In a heartbeat.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Try me.”

  Devin’s expression closed down into a sullen scowl. “I was just doing Miss Enright a favor, that’s all. I just checked to make sure there was nothing wrong inside the shop.”

  “Right. Next time you’re out wandering around after midnight and you find an unlocked door, you call me or Officer Willis.”

  “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

  Rex moseyed off to investigate the stone-and-tile fountain. He liked to play in water.

  Slade propped one booted foot on the bench and rested his forearm on his thigh. He was no guidance counselor, but Devin definitely needed some advice. Whether the kid took it or not was another problem.

  “Does your grandmother know you snuck out of the house last night?” he said.

  “No.” Devin looked uneasy now. “She’d think I was doing drugs or something.”

  “I know why you went into the shop, Dev.”

  “I told you, I just—”

  “You can sense the energy in there, can’t you? I feel it, too. It hits you like a shower of small sparks of lightning, doesn’t it? Jacks you up a little.”

  “Huh?” Devin went very still.

  “What you pick up on in there are traces of paranormal energy.”

  “You mean like in the Old Quarters and in the Underworld? Alien psi?”

  “Sort of, but what you sense in Looking Glass isn’t alien energy. It’s human psi.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Miss Enright says there’s a fair amount of it infused into most of the antiques in the shop. Evidently there are collectors who will pay big bucks for stuff like that. Go figure.”

  Devin looked first shocked and then hurt. “Come off it, you think I’m dumb enough to believe that? Why don’t you try telling me that Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy are real?”

  “I think you’re developing some serious psychic talent, Dev, not just the low-level kind that everyone uses to resonate with amber to start a car or switch on a washing machine. Something a lot stronger.”

  Dev brightened. “You think I might be a ghost hunter? That maybe I can join the Guild someday?”

  “Ever rez any ghosts?”

  Devin sank back into himself. “No. Tried a few times back in Frequency. Went down into the tunnels with some other kids. They pulled some small ghosts but I couldn’t do it.”

  “Probably because your talent is different.”

  “Yeah?” Devin did not try to conceal his skepticism. “How?”

  “It doesn’t depend on amber, for one thing, although you’ll probably be able to use amber to focus it more efficiently.”

  “Huh?”

  “Look, it’s common knowledge that something here on Harmony has speeded up the evolution of the latent psychic senses we all possess. That’s why we can use amber in the first place, right?”

  “Right. We learned that in science class. So what?”

  “Here’s what they didn’t teach you in science class. Some of the First Generation colonists already possessed a lot of natural psychic talent when they arrived two hundred years ago. They kept a low profile because back on the Old World the paranormal wasn’t accepted as normal. People who claimed to have psychic talent were considered weird or even dangerous.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Things are better here on Harmony but a lot of folks still have a bone-deep fear of those who possess powerful talent of any kind, whether or not they use amber. And sometimes there’s a good reason for them to be afraid of strong talents.”

  “Come on, nobody takes those movies and comic books about rogue psychics and paranormal killers seriously.”

  Slade thought about his last encounter with a rogue psychic. “You’d be surprised.”

  “Yeah?” Dev was starting to sound intrigued now.

  “Natural talent, which I think you’ve got, takes a while to develop. It will be a few years before you find out how strong you are. That’s good because you need the time to learn how to control and focus your new abilities.”

  “Huh.”

  “My advice is to keep quiet about what’s happening to you unless you’re sure you’re talking to someone who understands and believes you.”

  Dev gave him a wary, uncertain look. “You think people would laugh at me?”

  “Probably. Strong talent usually has a genetic component. Has your grandmother ever talked to you about the possibility that you might have some above-average psychic ability?”

  “Are you kidding? No way. If I asked her about something like that she’d pack me off to a shrink. I’d wind up in the loony bin. She’s already worried about me as it is. The last thing I want to do is make her think I’m going crazy, like my mom did.”

  It was no secret around the station or in town that Devin was the offspring of an illicit affair. His mother
had taken her own life a year earlier. The kid’s father, a married man who lived in Crystal City, met his financial obligations but took no interest in the boy. What Devin had going for him was his grandmother, Myrna Reed. Myrna cared deeply about his well-being. But sometimes a boy needed a man’s firm hand.

  “Coming into a talent can be a little scary sometimes,” Slade said. “You don’t always understand what’s happening to you. And other people will think you’re strange. That’s why I’m advising you not to talk to anyone else about it, at least not for a while.”

  “Can I talk to you?” Devin asked softly.

  “Yeah, sure.”

  Having this conversation was probably a mistake, Slade thought, just like inviting Charlotte to dinner tonight. He had established a strict rule for himself when he took the job. The rule was simple. Don’t get personally involved with the locals. He wanted no strings attached when he finally got his act together and boarded the ferry six months from now to leave for good. But today he had broken the rule twice. Not a good sign. He never broke his own rules.

  “There’s someone else you need to talk to, and soon,” he said.

  “Who?” Devin asked.

  “Miss Enright.”

  Devin looked uneasy. “Why?”

  “Why do you think?”

  Devin’s mouth tightened. “You want me to tell her that I was the one who went into her shop last night?”

  “What I want doesn’t matter here. What matters is that you need to do what’s right.”

  “I told you, I didn’t take anything,” Devin insisted.

  “She knows that. But how would you like it if someone you and your grandmother didn’t know walked through your house sometime when neither of you was home.”

  Devin looked alarmed. “That would be illegal.”

  “Yes, it would. Even if all the guy did was look around.”

  Devin processed that for a moment. His mutinous expression morphed into tight-lipped resignation.

  “Okay, okay, I’ll tell her it was me,” he grumbled.

  “Good plan.” Slade reached into the pocket of his shirt and took out the small, wire-bound notebook and a pen. He opened the notebook, clicked the pen, and wrote down a website and a password. “Next time you’re on your computer, check out this address.” He tore the page out of the notebook and handed it to Devin.

  “Arcane?” Devin’s brow furrowed. “Is it some kind of game site?”

  “It’s not a game. But if anyone asks you about the Society, it’s okay to pretend that it’s just some whack-job website. Lot of those online.”

  “How do you know all this stuff?”

  “Because I’ve got a little talent, too.”

  “Yeah? Prove it. Tell me what I’m thinking. Or better yet, let’s see you fly up into the air.”

  Slade smiled. “There’s no such thing as mind-reading or levitation, although I know an illusion-talent who could make you believe that both are possible. We’re not talking superhero abilities. We’re talking psychic sensitivities and, sometimes, the ability to manipulate some of the energy in the ultralight regions of the spectrum.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  “Go do some research at that website. We’ll talk about what you learn there some other time. I’ve got to get this fish into the refrigerator at the station.”

  He took his boot down off the bench and started toward the entrance of the station. Devin came up off the bench and fell into step beside him. Rex popped up out of the fountain. He hopped up onto the rim and fluffed the water out of his fur. Then he scampered across the lawn to follow Slade and Devin.

  “Is the fish for Rex?” Devin asked.

  “Not at this price. Rex can have the leftovers or go catch his own fish.”

  “Looks like a big salmon for one person.”

  “I’ve got a guest coming over for dinner.”

  “Yeah? Who?”

  “Miss Enright.”

  “Holy crap.” Devin slammed to a halt. “You’ve got a date with her?”

  Slade kept walking. “You got a problem with that?”

  “No way.” Devin rushed to catch up. “It’s just that Grandma and some other people have been saying that the two of you should date. And now you’re doing it.”

  “Talk about a psychic intercept.”

  “Huh?”

  “Never mind. Just a little inside joke.” Slade went up the steps. “Why does everyone think that Charlotte and I should date? Because we’re both new on the island?”

  “I guess. I dunno. I overheard Grandma talking about it to Mrs. Murphy.” Devin paused. “I think everyone’s afraid you’ll be leaving soon.”

  “Yeah?” Everyone is right, Slade thought, but he did not plan to say that out loud to anyone except Charlotte. She needed to know that he had no intention of getting involved in a long-term commitment of any kind. “Why would they think that?”

  “Because the guy who was the chief before you didn’t last long, and neither did the guy before him. Grandma told me that after Chief Halstead died five years ago, no one has stayed more than a few months in the job.”

  “Small-town police departments often experience a high turnover.”

  “Maybe Grandma and the others figure that if you have a girlfriend here in town you’ll stick around for a while,” Devin offered.

  “An interesting theory.”

  Slade opened the door and went inside the station. Rex and Devin followed. Automatically Slade removed his sunglasses and stuck them in the pocket of his shirt. Devin did the same.

  Rex fluttered across the room and bounded up onto his favorite perch, a waist-high file cabinet. He settled down with a lordly air and proceeded to observe what he evidently considered his territory.

  Myrna Reed was at her desk, gazing deeply into her computer screen. She jumped a little when Slade and Devin came through the door. Slade caught a glimpse of a screen full of what looked like women’s sweaters and the words Free Shipping before Myrna got to her mouse and clicked off. The clothes disappeared and a screen-saver appeared in its place.

  “Hi, Chief.” Myrna swiveled around in her chair.

  She was a good-looking woman in her early fifties who kept herself in shape. Her blonde hair was in a twist at the back of her head. She looked at Slade over the rims of a pair of reading glasses balanced on her nose.

  Slade knew something of her history. When he had taken the job, the first thing he had done was run background checks on Officer Willis and Myrna Reed. Old habits died hard. He liked to know who he was working with. He knew that Myrna could not have been more than seventeen or eighteen when she had gotten pregnant with Devin’s mother, who had, in turn, also gotten pregnant in her teens. Myrna had never married. Now she found herself raising her thirteen-year-old grandson. She clearly loved Devin and was determined to do her best. As far as Slade was concerned, that was all that mattered.

  “How did things go down at Looking Glass?” Myrna asked.

  Slade was aware of a sudden silence behind him. He knew Devin was holding his breath.

  “There was no problem at the shop,” Slade said. “Charlotte found her back door unlocked but she says nothing is missing.”

  Myrna laughed. “I’ve seen the inside of that shop. How would she know if anything had been taken?”

  “It’s a little crowded in there,” he agreed.

  “Beatrix seemed to buy a lot more than she sold,” Myrna said. “We could never understand how she made any money, but she always had the cash to buy antiques for the shop.”

  “Guess she made enough on the few pieces that she did sell to keep going.”

  Myrna shook her head. “The woman was obsessed, that’s for sure.”

  Devin spoke up. “I’m gonna go to the grocery store and get a soda and then maybe see if Nate is hanging out at the marina. We’ve gotta make some plans for our hike to Hidden Beach.”

  Slade looked at him. “Later.”

  Devin took his sunglasses out of his p
ocket and set them on his nose with a practiced movement.

  “Later,” he said. He headed for the door.

  “Be home by six for dinner,” Myrna called after him.

  “Sure,” Devin said over his shoulder.

  In the next moment he was gone with a lightningquick speed that any hunter-talent would envy. Nobody could move faster than a teenage boy on his way to hang out with a buddy. The door closed behind him.

  Myrna exhaled slowly. “I suppose you noticed the sunglasses?”

  “I noticed,” Slade said.

  “Same brand you wear. He found them online. He even puts them on and takes them off the way you do. With both hands, not one.”

  “I do it that way because they last longer. Less wear and tear on the itty bitty hinges.”

  “Nice to know there’s sound engineering logic behind your method, but I don’t think that’s the reason Devin is imitating you,” Myrna said.

  “He thinks I’m making a fashion statement?”

  “No. He thinks you look stone cold when you take the glasses on and off. Very ice-rez, as the kids say.”

  “I’m telling you, it’s all about saving the hinges.” He hefted the package in his hand. “Anything I need to know before I go put this fish in the refrigerator?”

  “All is calm on the streets of the Big City.” Myrna studied the packet of fish. “Looks like a lot of fish for one person and a dust bunny.”

  “Rex is a hearty eater. But before you hear it on the street, I’ve got a dinner guest tonight.”

  Myrna’s expression brightened. “Charlotte Enright?”

  “Amazing detective work. No wonder you’re in law enforcement.”

  Myrna ignored that. “About time, if you don’t mind my saying so. First date you’ve had since you arrived.”

  “Give me a break. I’ve only been in town less than a week.” He started down the hall toward the break room.

  “I’ve got a terrific recipe for tartar sauce,” Myrna called after him. “I’ll write it down for you.”

  Chapter 3