In Too Deep by Jayne Ann Krentz Read Free Book Online Page B

balance and agility with which the intruder had moved, as well as the intense energy in the atmosphere, told Isabella that the intruder was a true hunter-talent.
    "Well, well, well," Nightman said, "I can sense a little energy in the atmosphere. Maybe you two aren't complete frauds, after all, huh?"
    "No," Fallon said. "We're the real deal."
    "Once in a while I pick up a player who has a little talent," Nightman said. "Adds spice to the game. Tell you what, I'll do you first, Mr. Private Eye. Save the lady for some fun later. After you and I are finished, I'll take her upstairs and let her run. It's so much fun to watch them try to find a door or a window in the darkness."
    "Where did you get the clock?" Fallon asked as if it were a matter of idle curiosity.
    "Interesting gadget, isn't it?" Nightman chuckled. "I found it in an old tunnel under the floor in this room a few months ago. I was checking out the place to see if it would be a good platform for my games. The innards of the clock were in pretty good shape considering that it had been sitting in a damp cave for quite a while. It was stored in a weird glass box. I cleaned it up and got it working. Imagine my surprise when I discovered what it could do."
    "It generates night," Fallon said.
    "Sure does." Nightman laughed. "I have to tell you, it makes my little live-action video game very interesting for all concerned."
    "What turns off the clock?" Fallon asked, still speaking in tones of academic interest.
    "It runs down after about three hours," Nightman said. "Then it has to be rewound. It's motion-sensitive, though. When I'm in the mood for a game, I pick up some junkie whore on the streets of Oakland or San Francisco and bring her here. I set the clock, explain the rules and turn the player loose in the house. We play until I get bored."
    "The bodies go under the floorboards here in the basement, right?" Fallon asked.
    "There's a tunnel down below. Probably an old smuggling route. This stretch of coastline is riddled with caves."
    Isabella could not stand to remain quiet any longer.
    "You must have really freaked when you found out that Norma Spaulding had hired Jones & Jones to investigate this place," she said.
    The hunter's vicious eyes switched to her. "I'm afraid I'll have to do something about Norma. Can't let her actually sell this place, not after I've put so much creative effort into my game."
    "How do you plan to explain the fact that we're both missing?" she asked.
    "Nothing to explain." There was a shrug in Nightman's voice. "There won't be any bodies to find. I'll drive your cars to one of the roadside lookouts and leave them there. No one's going to look too hard for a couple of missing psychic detectives from Scargill Cove. Everyone knows the town is populated by crazies and losers."
    "What kind of weirdo loser picks a name like Nightman for his avatar?" Isabella demanded. She was pretty sure she heard Fallon heave a small sigh but she ignored him. "Or didn't you know Nightman was what they used to call the guy who cleaned out the cesspools and emptied the privies in eighteenth-century England?"
    "That's a lie ." Nightman's voice rose in shrill rage. "You're laughing now, but wait until I start using my knife on you."
    "New rules tonight," Fallon said.
    Isabella felt energy flare fiercely in the unnatural night. She heard a choking gasp and knew that it came from Nightman.
    The killer uttered a strangled scream. His eyes got hotter, this time with the energy of terror and comprehension of his impending death.
    "No," he wheezed. "I'm the winner. I'm always the winner. You can't do this to me. It's my game."
    There was a dull thud as his body hit the floorboards. The hot psi dimmed in his eyes and vanished altogether.
    The clock continued to tick into the sharp silence that descended on the basement.
    "Fallon?" Isabella whispered.
    "Game over," he said. His eyes were still hot.
    She felt him move away from under the staircase and realized that he was