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  The road was bad. The Phantom was catching a little air at the top of some of the higher ruts. He had no choice but to decrease his speed somewhat.

  Up ahead, maybe a couple of miles or more, he could just make out a faint green glow in the night.

  “Looks like someone left the lights on for us,” he said.

  Celinda twisted around in her seat to look through the back window again. “Those four cars are all stopped on the highway. Maybe they won’t try to follow us. No, wait, one of them is making the turn. Damn, they’re all coming after us.”

  “Those vehicles are a lot heavier than the Phantom. With luck they’ll have to slow down more than we will in order to deal with this road.”

  “We’re headed for the old ruins?”

  “Yes. Got a feeling the folks behind us are going to be armed with those illegal mag-rezes that evidently anyone with enough cash can buy on the streets these days. We’ve only got one between us. Bad odds.”

  “I should have brought mine.”

  “In hindsight that would have been a good idea, yes. Next time we go to a wedding, we’ll have to remember to pack it.”

  She ignored that. “We’re headed for the ruins so that we can use the quartz wall as a barricade, right?”

  “No.” Forced to slow down a little more, he reluctantly put the Phantom into a lower gear. “We’re heading for the ruins because we need to get underground before the shooting starts.”

  “What good will that do?”

  “Mag-rezes, like most high-tech gadgets that use magnetic resonating technology don’t work very well underground. The heavy psi down below screws up their mechanisms. It makes the guns just as dangerous to whoever is rezzing the trigger as they are to the target. That’s why ghost hunters don’t carry them.”

  “Oh, right,” she said. “Come to think of it, I believe the little guy who sold me my gun did say something about not trying to use it underground. He told me it might explode in my hand.”

  “Any chance that once we get inside the wall at the site you’ll remember where the entrance to the catacombs is?”

  “Yes.” She kept her attention on the lethal parade of headlights behind the Phantom. “It’s inside the tower. There’s a staircase that seems to go down forever, and there are a lot of twists and turns in it. When you stand at the top, you can’t see the bottom. Really spooky. I think that’s why the attraction never made a lot of money for the two men who ran it.”

  “Too spooky?”

  “No. Too many steps. Customers realized that once you got down to the bottom, you had to climb all the way back up in order to get out. It was a very long climb. I remember a lot of people taking one look at that staircase and then demanding their money back.”

  “Maybe we’ll get lucky, and that’s just what those guys back there will do,” he said, going for a little positive thinking.

  “We probably shouldn’t count on that.”

  “No,” he agreed, “probably shouldn’t. I’m assuming that because it was once a tourist attraction, the stairwell and the adjacent tunnels are clear of illusion traps?”

  “They certainly were when it was operating as an attraction,” she said. “I can’t see any reason why anyone would have reset a trap.”

  He thought about that. Only someone who possessed a special kind of psi talent—an ephemeral-energy para-resonator, otherwise known as a tangler—could de-rez or reset a trap. Neither he nor Celinda could deal with one.

  “We’ll have to take our chances,” he said. “Not like we have a lot of choice here.”

  “I couldn’t de-rez a trap,” she said. “But I can detect them, which means we should be able to avoid any that we come across.”

  He thought about the night he had taken Mary Beth from the kidnappers. “I’ve got some ability to sense them, too. Between the two of us, we can do this.”

  Chapter 24

  THE GLOW OF THE QUARTZ WALL THAT SURROUNDED THE ancient outpost grew brighter as they drew near. Davis was aware of the ambient psi energy leaking out of the ruins now. He knew that Celinda sensed it, too.

  “Is your talent like that of other hunters?” she asked. “Does it get stronger when it’s enhanced by alien psi?”

  “Yes.”

  The wall was coming up fast now. He could see the remains of an old human-made parking lot. Recklessly he increased the speed of the Phantom again.

  “They’re falling back a little,” Celinda assured him. “You’re right, they can’t take this road as fast as we can.”

  He concentrated, trying to anticipate problems.

  “Did the people who ran the ruins as a concession put up a gate of any kind?” he asked.

  “I remember a makeshift wooden gate that they opened for you after you bought the ticket.”

  “With luck it won’t be locked.”

  “I doubt it. The place has been abandoned for years.”

  The Phantom slammed to a stop in the parking lot. A badly weathered sign heralded the entrance: Welcome to the Haunted Alien Ruins. Beneath the sign a large wooden gate hung limply on its hinges.

  “Gate’s unlocked,” Davis said. “One less thing to deal with.” He killed the engine and the headlights. “Everybody out. Now.”

  Celinda already had her seat belt undone. She grabbed Araminta with one hand and opened the passenger-side door with the other.

  Davis got out on the other side and stretched an arm back into the interior of the vehicle. Max immediately hopped down onto the offered perch and bounced up onto Davis’s shoulder.

  The four vehicles were still some distance away down the road, but they were closing fast. Headlights jumped and bounced in the night.

  Davis yanked the mag-rez out of his ankle holster.

  “Go,” he ordered.

  Celinda was already moving, running toward the entrance. Suddenly she ground to a halt.

  “What?” Davis snapped

  “I don’t know. Something’s wrong. Araminta is upset.”

  “This isn’t the time to worry about her feelings. Move.”

  Celinda started running again. Davis saw the shadow on her shoulder tumble down to the ground.

  “Oh, damn,” Celinda wailed. “She’s going back to the car. I can’t leave her.”

  “She’ll be fine. She can take care of herself.”

  “No, Davis, I think she wants something from the car.”

  Celinda rushed after Araminta.

  Davis looked at the fast-approaching cars. “Damn.”

  But it was too late to stop Celinda. She had reached the Phantom. Araminta was on the ground beside the passenger door, jumping up and down and chattering wildly.

  Celinda opened the door. Araminta disappeared inside. Celinda reached in after her.

  “Come on, Celinda.” For the first time Davis felt a tendril of real panic. If Celinda would not obey, they were doomed. He started back for her. “Get over here. Now.”

  She had already extricated herself from the car. She whirled and ran toward him. He saw that she had her oversized tote in one hand. Araminta was on her shoulder, seemingly content.

  They ran, flat-out, toward the entrance.

  “She wouldn’t come without the tote,” Celinda explained, breathless.

  They raced through the opening created by the sagging gate. The interior of the walled compound was illuminated by the glowing quartz that surrounded it. A handful of ancient spires and domed structures loomed, eternally alien and mysterious in their fantastical, ethereal design.

  Old, hand-painted, human-made signs loomed over tumbledown concession stands.

  Snacks and Sodas.

  Get Your Souvenir Photo Here.

  It was the last sign that caught his eye. It was posted outside the entrance to an airy, radiant, green quartz spire.

  Prepare to Descend into the Underworld.

  “That’s where the staircase is,” Celinda said.

  Brakes and tires squealed. He glanced back over his shoulder. The first of the f
our cars was just pulling into the parking lot. The other three were right behind it.

  Celinda dashed through the vaulted entrance of the ruin. He followed.

  One look at the glowing quartz staircase, and he understood why the old attraction had lost a few potential customers. The steps plunged downward, twisting and turning in a nightmarish version of a spiral staircase that was vaguely disorienting to human senses.

  There was no banister. None of the staircases in the catacombs had been outfitted with them. Evidently the long-vanished aliens hadn’t worried about safety violations or liability insurance problems.

  Luckily, in this instance, the sides of the stairwell were close enough to touch. Celinda flattened one palm against the quartz wall on her right and braced herself as she rushed down the strangely twisted steps. He did the same.

  The intense paranormal energy that was always present in the catacombs hit his senses in a rush. The stuff had a mildly exhilarating effect on anyone who possessed even an average level of psi ability. For those like Celinda and himself with strong parapsych profiles, the effect was even more intoxicating.

  He saw Celinda look up over her shoulder toward the entrance of the stairwell. He did the same. There was no noise from above now. That wasn’t surprising. The energy in the quartz walls had a dampening effect on sound.

  “I don’t see anyone following us yet,” Celinda said.

  “Keep moving,” he ordered.

  She plunged down another twist in the stairwell and disappeared from sight.

  He paused for an instant before following her and glanced up toward the entrance again. A figure loomed in the opening. As he watched, another man joined the first. They started down.

  He rounded the next bend in the stairwell. When he looked back this time, he could no longer see the entrance or the men following them. Below him, Celinda was almost at the foot of the stairs.

  He saw her stumble about three steps before the bottom. She managed to catch her balance by reaching out for both sides of the stairwell, but the action caused her to lose her grip on the tote.

  The large bag sailed to the foot of the steps ahead of her, spilling its contents. Two clear plastic boxes containing leftover wedding cake and crackers topped with pink cream cheese tumbled out onto the quartz floor. The food was followed by a leather wallet, a package of tissues, a variety of feminine toiletries, including a brush and lipstick, a small note pad, a pen, and a pair of sunglasses.

  “Oh, damn,” Celinda said.

  She bent down and frantically began scooping up the fallen items.

  “Forget it,” Davis said, reaching the last step. “We don’t have time.”

  “But Araminta—”

  “She either stays behind with the tote or she comes with us. Her choice. This isn’t negotiable, Celinda.”

  Mercifully, she did not argue this time. She started to straighten. Then she froze.

  “Davis.”

  “What?”

  She scooped up one of the objects that had fallen out of the tote. It was a familiar chunk of what looked like crimson plastic.

  “Son of a bitch,” he said softly. “The relic.”

  Chapter 25

  “NO WONDER ARAMINTA WASN’T CONCERNED ABOUT leaving it behind in Cadence,” Celinda said. “She must have hidden it inside my tote before we left for Frequency. That’s why she wouldn’t let me leave the tote in the car a few minutes ago.”

  “Let me have it.” Davis reached for it.

  Araminta went wild, just as she had last time, bouncing up and down on Celinda’s shoulder and chortling fiercely.

  “I think I’d better hang on to it,” Celinda said. “We don’t want Araminta racing off with this thing again. Once was enough.”

  Davis studied Araminta, who looked adamant. “I think you’re right. Okay, let’s get going.”

  Celinda looked around. Seven glowing tunnels, each marked with a high, vaulted entrance adorned with cryptic engravings, radiated away from the round chamber at the bottom of the staircase.

  “Which way?” she said.

  Davis indicated a tunnel that opened up behind the stairwell. “That one. Those guys will come out of the stairwell facing in this direction. I’ll be behind them. It will give me a small element of surprise.”

  She turned back to him, dismayed. “I thought the plan was to hide in the tunnels until they leave.”

  “They’re ghost hunters,” Davis said. “Have to assume they’ve got the new generation of amber-rez locators that will enable them to pick up any signals from tuned amber, whether or not they have the frequency. You and I are both carrying amber, and we can’t risk discarding it. If we got out of sight of that staircase, we might never find it again.”

  She didn’t argue. The legends of people who lost their tuned amber and ended up wandering in the green maze until they died of thirst or went mad were familiar to everyone. To be without tuned amber underground was to be doomed.

  Gripping the relic, she moved briskly ahead of him into the tunnel he indicated.

  “How do you intend to deal with those men?” she asked.

  “Carefully.”

  “One against lord only knows how many doesn’t strike me as good odds. You need help, Davis.”

  “I’ve got Max.”

  “You’ve also got me and Araminta.”

  He looked thoughtfully at Araminta. “She might be useful, especially if she thinks she’s protecting you.”

  “Hey, I can be useful, too,” she said tightly.

  “You can be useful by staying out of sight until this is over.”

  She was suddenly furious and frustrated. He was right. What did she know about fighting a band of thugs?

  He brought his mouth very close to her ear. “There isn’t any time left. I can hear them on the stairs. Stay here and swear to me you won’t panic, no matter what you think you see.”

  He did not wait for her to respond to that strange order. Releasing her, he went toward the vaulted entrance with Max on his shoulder. There he stopped, flattening himself against the wall.

  She realized that he was still holding the mag-rez gun, but it was reversed in his hand.

  She could hear voices and heavy boots on the stairs.

  “Put the mag-rez away, you damn idiot,” one of the hunters said angrily. “We’re underground now. You’re more likely to kill yourself or one of us than you are to nail Oakes.”

  “Remember, whatever happens, we need the woman alive,” a second man growled. “If she goes down, Landry will be furious.”

  “She won’t be a problem,” the first man said. “Oakes is the only one we need to worry about. You heard Landry, he’s no ordinary hunter, but he is some kind of nonstandard freak who can de-rez a ghost without using ghost heat.”

  “He may be a freak,” a third man observed coolly, “but there are five of us. No way he can take down five ghosts at a time. No one can do that, not without melting amber. Once his amber is shot, he’s ghost bait.”

  So it was five against one, Celinda thought. It was definitely not going to be a fair fight. Davis needed help.

  “I’m getting a reading,” one of the hunters said. “Tuned amber. Less than twenty feet away. They’re hiding inside one of these tunnels.”

  Another raised his voice. “This is over, Oakes. We all know that. Give us the woman, and you’re free to go. We don’t give a damn about you. Just send her out here. Landry isn’t going to hurt her. He just wants some information from her. This doesn’t involve you. This is Guild business.”

  Rage shot through Celinda. Guild business. The universal excuse for anyone connected to the Guilds.

  She looked at Davis, who was still positioned flat against the glowing green wall, gripping the barrel of the mag-rez gun. Surely he didn’t intend to use it, she thought. But perhaps he was desperate enough to take the risk.

  She sensed his psi energy pulse in a sudden surge of power.

  An instant later, Davis and Max both disappeared.r />
  She stared at the entrance of the tunnel, unable to believe her eyes. The pair had vanished. Literally. Not as in moving so quickly she hadn’t been able to follow them. They were both simply gone.

  Except Davis wasn’t gone. She could still sense his psi pattern resonating as strongly as ever.

  She realized that she was having trouble focusing on the place where he had been standing with Max on his shoulder only a second ago. The air seemed to waver and shimmer a little.

  The patch of air that was not quite in focus suddenly moved, flowing out into the stairwell chamber. If she had not been looking directly at the slight distortion at the entrance of the tunnel, she would never have seen it.

  That was when it dawned on her. Davis had just made himself and Max invisible.

  Impossible.

  Before she could wrap her brain around the mixed messages her senses were receiving, Araminta uttered a low, rumbling growl and tumbled from her shoulder to the floor of the tunnel.

  The dust bunny raced after the silvery, shimmering patch of air. As she ran, she went into full hunting mode, all eyes and teeth.

  Celinda hurried after her.

  Shouts of anger and surprise went up in the outer room.

  “What the fuck?”

  “What happened to Reynolds?”

  Celinda reached the tunnel entrance in time to see one of the khaki-and-leather-clad hunters crumple to the floor. He sprawled there, unmoving. The other four stared at him, dumbfounded.

  She was still several feet away from them; nevertheless, she could perceive their violently pulsing psi energies quite clearly. Her senses were naturally a lot stronger underground.

  “Maybe he had a heart attack or something,” one of the hunters said uneasily. “What the hell are we supposed to do now?”

  “We came here to get the woman,” another hunter growled. “We’re not leaving without her.”

  The man who had been speaking jerked violently and fell to his knees, groaning. His head snapped forward, as if from a blow. This time he crumpled flat on his face. His psychic energy still pulsed, but it was as if everything had suddenly been thrown into neutral. He was alive, she realized, but unconscious.