Obsidian Prey (35 page)

“It was placed by the same person who bought the first three paintings,” Nancy said. “I recognized the voice.”

“That would be because I used the same person to bid last night that I did to pick up the other paintings.”

“Who?” Lyra demanded.

“A friend who owns a gallery in my section of the Quarter. He owed me a favor.”

“Holy dust bunny,” Nancy breathed. “Give me a minute here. I need time to wrap my brain around this thing.”

“Good grief.” Lyra stared at Cruz. “How did you find out that we were selling Vincent’s paintings?”

“I knew Nancy was your best friend. I subscribed to the Halifax Gallery’s e-mail newsletter. When the first pictures went up for sale, I recognized Vincent’s work immediately. They were all from his blue period, remember? He was just getting started with that color when you kicked me out. I figured, hey, what are the odds?”

“So you bought all three paintings?” Nancy said, still looking stunned. “Even though you knew they were done by a dust bunny?”

He cracked an egg into a bowl. “Art either hits you on a personal level, or it doesn’t. Vincent’s pictures were like little slices of Lyra’s life. Whenever I looked at them, I thought about being here with her in her loft. Talk about personal. The paintings gave me something to cling to while I waited for her to forgive me.”

“That is so romantic,” Nancy said in a breathy voice.

Cruz cracked another egg. “Sweetwaters are good at romantic.”

Lyra gave him a warning look. “We are not going there.”

“Okay, you two can deal with your personal issues some other time,” Nancy interrupted briskly. “We’ve got a major crisis here. Evidently Mr. Anonymous, aka Cruz Sweetwater, will not be suing the Halifax Gallery for fraud. That is one thing we no longer have to worry about. But that still leaves Lyra and me with some problems. The critic at the
Herald
has smeared us all over the front page of the paper.”

“To say nothing of Vincent,” Lyra said indignantly. “The guy at the
Herald
was the first to applaud his pictures when you put them up in your gallery. He’s pissed off now only because he discovered that they were painted by a dust bunny. We made him look stupid.”

“So now you make him look sharp and insightful,” Cruz said. He cracked another egg into the bowl.

Lyra and Nancy looked at him.

“How do we do that?” Lyra asked.

“You and Lyra will give an interview to the
Herald
critic congratulating him for spotting the little art joke that the Halifax Gallery perpetrated on the art world. Then you will invite him and everyone else in the art and antiquities field to the first public exhibition of rare amber artifacts from the vaults of Amber Inc. Said exhibition to be held at the Halifax Gallery.”

“Good grief.” Lyra could not believe her ears. “It’s brilliant.”

“Are you serious?” Nancy’s eyes widened. “You’d really let me do an exhibition of objects from the Sweetwater family’s personal collection?”

“Hell, I’ll pay you to clean out that vault.” Cruz opened a drawer and found a whisk. “It’s about time we got rid of some of the junk and took a decent inventory.”

Lyra laughed. “In the antiquities world, one man’s junk is another man’s priceless artifact.”

Cruz began to beat the eggs. “There is one small favor I’d like to ask in return, Nancy.”

Lyra stopped laughing. “Here it comes. I told you, Nancy. Doing a deal with a Sweetwater is like dining with the devil. You want to bring a really, really long spoon.”

“Are you kidding?” Nancy rubbed her palms briskly together. “For a chance to clean out the Sweetwater vault, I’ll gladly sit down to dinner with old Lucifer, himself.” She looked at Cruz. “What’s the catch?”

“The catch is that I think that you should attend my grandfather’s birthday party on Saturday evening. You’ll go as Jeff’s date, since I’ve already got one of my own.”

Nancy stared at him, dumbfounded. “Well, sure. No problem. But, uh, why?”

“Because the news that you were invited to attend the event will be leaked to the media which, in turn, will ripple through the art world and start an early buzz for the exhibition,” Cruz explained.

Lyra blinked. “Talk about strategic thinking.”

“Thanks.” Cruz put the whisk aside. “I can’t help it. Goes with the talent.”

Nancy looked at Lyra. “We’ve got to go shopping. We need dresses. The most fabulous dresses we can find.”

“I thought you were afraid of being recognized on the street,” Lyra said.

Nancy waved that off. “Cruz is going to make that problem go away, aren’t you, Cruz?”

“That’s what I do.” Cruz opened a package of coffee. “Make problems go away.”

“See?” Nancy said. “We’ve got Sweetwater muscle now. It’s safe to go shopping.”

Cruz spooned ground coffee into the pot. “But you’ve got time to eat breakfast first.”

ON SATURDAY NIGHT LYRA STOOD ON THE SWIMMING pool terrace of the Big House on Amber Island, looking out over a moonlit sea. One of the two boats that was running a shuttle service for the Sweetwater guests had just left the dock and was headed back toward the mainland. Its lights bobbed as the vessel caught the waves. The churning wake phosphoresced a brilliant white.

Cruz lounged beside her, one foot propped on the low railing, his forearm resting on his thigh. Nancy and Jeff were to her right. She and Nancy had champagne glasses in their hands. The men were drinking beer.

The night was warm. The scents of the garden perfumed the air. Music from a live band spilled out of the great room of the Big House and across the shadowed terrace. The voices and laughter of nearly two hundred guests fluttered and buzzed in the night. It was a perfect evening.

Lyra was fuming.

“I swear,” she muttered, “if just one more person comes up to me and says, ‘Oh, so you’re the woman who broke Cruz Sweetwater’s heart,’ I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”

She had been introduced to innumerable wealthy, powerful people, including the bosses of the Crystal City and Aurora Springs Guilds and their wives. She had also met some “friends of the family” who were not particularly wealthy or powerful but who seemed to have ties to the Sweetwaters. One of them was a private investigator named Davis Oakes. His wife, Celinda, proved to be the author of
Ten Steps to a Covenant Marriage: Secrets of a Professional Matchmaker
. Lyra had nobly refrained from informing her that she had hurled the book off her balcony after Cruz had left.

Another interesting couple, Emmett and Lydia London, who appeared to have mysterious connections to the head of the Cadence Guild, were also present. In addition she had met a variety of movers and shakers, including the mayor of Frequency and her husband and the governor of the city-state.

But it was the members of the Sweetwater family that had gradually elevated her temper. Time after time the first words out of every Sweetwater mouth after introductions had been made were, “So you’re the woman who broke Cruz’s heart.” Granted, Cruz’s two brothers had looked amused when they said it, but
still
. She could tell they were serious.

Nancy giggled. “Well, it has been sort of funny, you have to admit. First his mother, then his grandmother, a couple of nephews, both of his brothers—”

“There is nothing funny about it.” Lyra gulped some of her champagne and glowered at Cruz. “As for you, you’re not helping one bit.”

He shrugged. “What am I supposed to say? It’s the truth.”

Jeff grinned. “And everyone in the family knows it. The boss couldn’t deny it, even if he tried.”

“Well, I think it’s very romantic,” Nancy declared.

“That’s because you’re not the target of the joke,” Lyra said.

“It’s no joke,” Jeff said. “We Sweetwaters take these things seriously.”

Lyra gritted her teeth. “I knew it would be a mistake to come here tonight. I should never have let you talk me into it, Cruz.”

“I didn’t talk you into, it,” he said mildly. “We had a deal. You agreed to come here with me in exchange for my keeping quiet about those three pyramids that you concealed.”

Lyra gave Nancy a bright little smile. “You see? There’s nothing romantic about it. It’s just business.”

“And also because we’re involved in a very hot affair,” Cruz added. “I like to think that’s part of the reason you agreed to come with me.”

The heat of embarrassment sizzled through her. “For heaven’s sake,” she muttered. “Don’t say things like that in public.”

Nancy laughed. “Come on, Lyra. Lighten up. This is a night we’re both going to remember for a long, long time. Just think about it. You and I are attending one of the ritziest social events of the year. We’re on the Sweetwaters’ private island, for crying out loud. It doesn’t get any more posh.”

“Hey,” Jeff said, contriving to look deeply hurt. “At least let me entertain the illusion that you wanted to be my date for the evening.”

“Absolutely,” Nancy said. She patted his arm. “That, too. You know how I feel about FBPI agents. They are so incredibly sexy.”

“Whew, thanks,” Jeff said. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “For a while there I was a little worried that this was all about Cruz.”

Lyra looked at him. “How’s that new career plan of yours going?”

“Going good,” Jeff said. “My application to the academy goes in on Monday.”

“How did Big Jake take the news?” Lyra asked.

“Well, after we peeled him off the ceiling, Cruz here pointed out how useful it would be to have someone from the family working inside the FBPI. That calmed him down somewhat. But I should warn you that he blames you for being a bad influence on me.”

“I’m a Dore. I do bad influence.”

Jeff grinned. “This family needs shaking up.”

Before anyone could respond to that remark, a woman emerged from one of the clusters of guests gathered on the terrace. She looked to be in her late fifties, well-preserved and stylishly dressed in a long, blue gown. Her hair was a discreet shade of silver blonde. An amber and diamond necklace framed her throat. More amber and diamonds dangled from her ears.

She circled the pool, walking briskly toward Lyra and the others.

“Here we go again,” Lyra muttered. “Just remember I warned everyone.”

“There you are, Cruz,” the woman said. “Hello, Jeff, dear. Sorry I’m late. My flight out of Cadence was delayed.”

“Better late than never, Aunt Teresa,” Cruz said. He took his foot down off the railing and gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, Aunt Teresa,” Jeff said. “I wondered where you were. Thought maybe you’d actually worked up the nerve to duck this gig.”

Teresa uttered a warm, throaty laugh. “Not a chance. No one gets out of this event. You know that. By the way, Big Jake tells me that you’ve decided to apply to the FBPI academy.”

Jeff smiled. “Gotta say, Big Jake is taking the news fairly well, all things considered.”

“That’s because he’s decided that it will be useful to have a Sweetwater on the inside of regular law enforcement,” Teresa said. She winked at Cruz. “Can’t imagine where he got that idea.”

“I’d like you to meet Lyra Dore and Nancy Halifax,” Cruz said. “Lyra, Nancy, this is Teresa Sweetwater. She’s married to one of my uncles on my father’s side.”

“How do you do, Mrs. Sweetwater,” Nancy said politely.

“Call me Teresa.”

“Nice to meet you, Teresa,” Lyra said. She took another swallow of champagne and braced herself.

“What a pleasure it is to meet you,” Teresa said, smiling. “I’ve heard so much about you. I understand that you’re the woman—”

“Please don’t say it,” Lyra whispered.

“. . . who broke Cruz’s heart,” Teresa concluded.

The night turned red, at least on the paranormal plane. A fierce, hot energy welled up inside of Lyra.

“That does it,” she said. “I’ve had it. This has gone far enough.”

She was aware, in a remote way, of the sudden hush that had come over the crowd arrayed around the pool; aware that people were turning their heads to look. She knew that her voice was rising. That was not a good thing. A small warning sounded somewhere in her head, urging her to shut up right now and not say another word. But she was powerless to stop.

Nancy cleared her throat. “Uh, Lyra?”

“I told you,” Lyra said, her throat tightening. “I warned you that I would not let one more person accuse me of breaking Cruz Sweetwater’s heart.”

“It’s okay,” Nancy said. “Really. Why don’t we take a little trip to the powder room. You can calm down there.”

Lyra ignored her. She turned toward the audience on the terrace and threw her arms out wide.

“Once and for all, I did not break his heart,” she shouted. “
Cruz broke mine
. What’s more, he never even said he was sorry. Never apologized. He just let everyone think I had hurt him.”