A Kiss of Shadows by Laurell K. Hamilton Read Free Book Online

real her hidden, but I still hadn’t figured out what she was hiding from. None of my business, but I will admit to a certain amount of very unfeylike curiosity about Detective Lucy Tate. It was the very perfection of her camouflage, the fact that you never saw beyond that faintly amused shield, that made me want to breech it. I could see Roane’s pain, so I could leave it alone. But I could see nothing in Lucy, and neither could Teresa, which meant, of course, that Detective Tate was a psychic of considerable power. But something had happened at an early age that made her hide her powers so far under that even she didn’t know she had them. None of us had explained this to her. Detective Tate’s life seemed to work well. She seemed happy. If she tore the scar open that had forced her powers underground, that could all change. It might be something traumatic enough that she’d never rebuild from it. So we left her alone, but we wondered about her, and sometimes it was harder than it should have been not to poke at her with magic or psychic feints, just to see what would happen.
    Maury leaned back, hands to himself at last. “There, I think that’ll do. I’ll put just a touch of tape to make sure it doesn’t shift, and you’re set.” Chris handed him some small bits of tape on his hand all ready to go, anticipating the need. Maury took the tape without comment. “You’ve seen what I had to do to put the mike in. Well, this guy will have to do the same thing to find it.” He actually had me hold the bra out so he could tape with both hands. It was the kindest thing he’d done in the last forty-five minutes.
    He stood and moved back. “Fix the bra the way you’d normally wear it.”
    I frowned at him. “This is the way I normally wear it.”
    He made a small motion with his hands at about chest level. “You know, fluff that one, so it matches the other one.”
    â€œFluff,” I said, but I smiled because I finally understood what he meant.
    He sighed and moved forward. “I’ll show you.”
    I held a hand out. “I don’t need help.” I bent over and shook my right breast into the cup of the bra, having to use my hand to get everything into place. The bra was push-up enough that my already nice chest looked positively obscene, but when I ran my hand over the area where I should have felt the mike, all I could feel was the underwire and material.
    â€œIt’s perfect,” Maury said. “You can strip down to this, just keep your bra on, he’ll never know.” He cocked his head to one side, as if he’d just thought of something. “I’ve taped the mike to the bra so if you have to you can take it off, just leave it within a five-foot radius. Closer is better. If I make the mike more sensitive, we’d start picking up your heartbeat and the cloth moving. I can filter it out, but it’s easier to do after the tape’s made than before. I’m assuming you want to be able to hear tonight, in case your bad guy gets out of hand.”
    â€œYes,” Jeremy said, “it’d be nice to know if Merry needs help.” The sarcasm was too mild for Maury.
    â€œWe might have been able to tape the mike to the elastic top of the hose, but I couldn’t swear that the hose wouldn’t roll down and flash the mike. If you take the bra off, make sure and roll the cloth so the mike doesn’t show.”
    â€œI don’t plan on taking it off.”
    Maury shrugged. “Just wanting to give you all the options I can.”
    â€œI appreciate that, Maury,” I said.
    Maury nodded. Chris was already picking up the bits and pieces that had gotten scattered on the floor.
    Roane jumped down from the desk, lifting my folded dress from the top of it. He held the square of black cloth out to me. I’d had to buy a black dress on the advice that it was easier to hide things in black