Night Magic (37 page)

“
Yes, you do,” Jane said firmly, as though she could read his mind. “I’ll have them page Dr. Belvedere. He must be in the hospital somewhere.”

“
I’ll start with nursing services . . . no, with equipment rentals.”

“
Can we get it together before morning?”

“
That would be safest.” His mind was going a mile a minute. They’d need a backup generator. Tristram could handle that. “Dr. Belvedere might say it can’t be done,” he warned her.

“
But he might say yes with the proper arrangements.” She pivoted to the nurse’s station. “Excuse me. I wonder if you could page Dr. Belvedere. Tell him it’s urgent.”

“
These are for you,” a nurse said, handing her a pair of sunglasses.

*****

“They looked pretty crushed,” Jason reported.

“
I want them crushed.” Morgan hissed. She’d sent him into the hospital, Cloaked, so he couldn’t be seen. She glanced to the mirror over the sofa in the suite. God, but it was good to feel this young. She’d been getting younger for two days now. She looked maybe forty-five this morning, and frankly she could hardly remember when she’d felt more vital, more powerful. Who knew what would happen when she acquired the last Talisman? “I want them to suffer, right up to the second we take them out. Tell me more.”

Hardwick brought her some tea and set it down on the small table next to the chair she was lounging in.

“The mother is a basket case. Her failure to Heal her husband pretty much devastated her. The oldest girl, the one who can see the future? They got her a prescription for Valium.”

“
Excellent,” Morgan said slowly, savoring. “And. . . .”

“
They can’t figure out why we haven’t attacked them, or what to do next. The oldest son actually tried to get the Finder to take the father’s place as head of the family. Apparently the son doesn’t feel up to the task.”

“
Lovely. It must grind his soul to dust that he doesn’t have magic.” Morgan heaved in a breath. It was so good to see breasts unshriveled by age in the shower, and know that she was getting everything she wanted, even as she took away everything the Tremaines held dear.

“
They’re battened down for the night. The eldest and some girl are at the hospital.”

“
What girl?” She didn’t want the oldest son getting any girl-type ideas and suddenly bursting out with a power. She wanted him mentally beaten down, not feeling flush with magic.

“
According to our source, she’s not significant. The oldest son realized he was never going to get magic, and married his sister’s friend. I’ll pick up surveillance again in the morning. The second brother and his wife are going to relieve them then.” Jason paused, thinking. “Want to start picking them off two at a time? That would scare them to death.”

Attractive. But no.
“I told you, this is the time to root them out of their stronghold and destroy it forever. They are vulnerable, once our contact lets us in.”

Jason shut down. Morgan knew he
would never challenge her. “Direct frontal on the estate it is. If any of them are at the hospital during the assault, we can pick them off later.”

“
I want to wait another day or two, just to make sure they realize just how screwed they are.” She had a thought. “But let’s lock down our contact’s motivation to let us in. Cue Phil to pick up the asset. And let our source know we have it.”

*****

Jane led the technicians to Devin’s old room in the Bay of Pigs. It was the first one in the wing, so it was close to the living area, but isolated enough so they wouldn’t disturb Brian. That’s why she’d chosen it. Plus it had a great view of the Santa Monica Bay during daylight hours. That made it cheery. Just the place for an invalid to recover, assuming he got that opportunity. The boys had moved the furniture out to make room for the hospital bed and the necessary machines. All by two a.m., when the equipment started arriving.

“
Just in here,” she said, opening the door.

The two men walked in and looked at the bare room.
“Where di’ya want all this stuff?”

“
Well, the hospital bed here,” she said, pointing to a place where Brian would be able to see out the windows. “Then you know how to set up the equipment around it, I’m sure.”

“
Why we’re setting up in the middle of the night, I have no idea,” the workman grumbled.

“
I expect it’s because we’re paying four times your usual rate,” Jane said. That was rude. But she had no time for chitchat. Kemble, Brian, and Dr. Belvedere would be here in three hours. “Now, if we could hurry?”

“
In a private house, too,” the other technician said. “We ever done that before?” he asked his companion.

“
Just make sure you get the calibration on those instruments right,” Tristram growled, stalking in from the garages.

A guy in a green shirt with his name embroidered over the pocket rolled a machine in through t
he door. Tristram jumped aside to move out of the way.

“Are we set?” Jane asked.

“Backup generator is checked and rechecked,” Tristram confirmed. He really did look tired. They probably all did. “This place’ll be lit up like a Christmas tree even if power is off all over the Peninsula.”

“
Thank you,” Jane said. “I trust that statement coming from you.”

Tristram’s glance darted around the room as another machine was wheeled in.
“Kemble better be right about this.”

Would he have questioned their plan if Brian had approved it?
“We can’t keep shuttling back and forth to the hospital,” Jane reminded him.

Tristram sighed.
“I know. And how do you make an ICU secure? And we can’t leave the house unprotected either. I just wish…”

He just wished what they all wished
: that Brian wasn’t lying in a coma at the hospital.

Jane reached out and touched the big man’s shoulder. Had she ever touched him before?
“Tristram. . . .” She hesitated. “May I call you Tris?”

He grunted assent.
“Nobody but the Prince of Wales and the Parents call me Tristram. And you’re my sister, now. Always were, really.”

She was touched.
“Well, Tris, then. We can’t think about the whole future. That never does any good. We’ve just got to take this one step at a time.”

He nodded. They moved into the corner as the
crew collapsed the hospital bed so it could be turned to slide in through the doorway. “How’s Mother?”

“
Dead to the world.” Jane saw his alarm and hastened to add, “Just asleep. Dr. Belvedere gave her something. She needs the rest. Keelan . . . Kee is up there with her now.”

“
I had a helluva time making Maggie lay down. Luckily, Jesse wouldn’t go to sleep without her in his bed. When I left they were both out like lights.”

“
Congratulations, by the way. Kemble told me.”

“
Not a great time to be bringing a new life into the world,” Tris muttered.

“
There are no bad times for new life. . . .”

Looking around at the medical trappings they were installing to keep Brian breathing, Jane couldn’t help but think about Drew’s vision of a funeral. The Tremaines might need all the evidence they could get that the circle of life still existed.

*****

“
Have you been in to see your father yet?” Jane asked Lanyon. He was buttering toast to add to his heaping plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. His handsome young face was creased in frowns unusual for someone of such a normally sunny disposition.

“
They haven’t thought I might want to see him in the last three days. Why should they bother now?”

Oh, dear.
“The restriction on visitors is very hard. People aren’t meaning to shut you out. These are just difficult times, Lanyon.”

“
Not for you. He’s not your father. What do you care?” His voice was deceptively calm, but Jane could hear the anger simmering underneath.

“
You’re right. He’s not. But I never knew my own father, so he’s the nearest thing I’ve got. I . . . know this must all seem unfair.” This was a young man’s first brush with tragedy. How could it not shake him up?

“
They’re just going to pick us off, one by one, you know.” He took his plate and stalked over to the breakfast table.

“
Not if we can help it,” Jane said quietly. She worked on preparing a plate to take in to Kemble. Where was Mr. Nakamura this morning? She hadn’t seen him at all.

“
Who’s going to stop them? Kemble? He doesn’t even have any magic.” He stuffed his mouth with eggs but continued talking. “I always thought it was hilarious that the others call him the Prince of Wales. Like he could ever take over for Father.”

Jane pressed down the anger that threatened to close her throat. She would not yell at a boy whose father was lying in a coma not a hundred feet from here. After a big breath, she managed to speak in a normal tone.
“No, it will take the whole family working together to shoulder the responsibility your father carried so naturally, at least until he recovers.”

Lanyon made a scoffing noise and swallowed.
“He’s a corpse already. It just hasn’t actually come to pass.”

She was shocked, but she didn’t dare let him know that. She had a feeling he wanted to shock her.
“If you’re talking about Drew’s vision, you know as well as I do that it can have multiple interpretations.”

“
I think it’s pretty clear. I better try on my dark suit and make sure there’s enough room for a bulletproof vest underneath. Tammy’ll have to find one that fits under her black dress.”

That one image was a startling view of what he thought their world would be like from now on. No wonder he was devastated.

“Oh, Lanyon. . . .”

“
You can’t make this right, Jane, so just stop trying and let me eat my breakfast in peace.”

She stood for a moment in the archway to the breakfast room, feeling helpless. But the doorbell rang, and since Mr. Nakamura was nowhere to be seen, she headed for the front door.

When she opened it, a young blond woman in her early thirties was standing there, along with Mr. Edwards. It was Mr. Edwards who spoke.

“
This is Dr. Leri Tanet. Dr. Belvedere asked her to come.”

“
Thank you, Mr. Edwards. Welcome, Dr. Tanet. I’m Jane Tremaine. Do come in.”

Mr. Edwards sketched a salute and disappeared.

“Are you here to help with my father-in-law’s care?” Jane asked as she led the doctor into the living room. The doctor was exceedingly beautiful, though she wore almost no makeup. Jane guessed that she felt downplaying her drop-dead good looks would make her be taken more seriously as a doctor.

“
I’m a new partner in the practice, so my schedule has quite a bit more room in it than Dr. Belvedere’s,” she said, smiling. “But don’t worry, we’ll work together on Mr. Tremaine’s care.”

Tammy came stumbling out of Brian’s room
, sobbing, followed by Maggie. “Honey, you don’t know the worst will happen,” Maggie said, putting her arm around Tammy’s shoulders.

“
Why else would Kemble tell Miles to make sure Daddy’s will is in order?” Tammy sobbed.

“
Because that’s what you do when people are sick,” Maggie soothed, rolling her eyes at Jane as they walked by. Jane had never been so grateful for Maggie.

“
Sorry,” she breathed to Dr. Tanet. “This is hard on the family.”

The rest of said family wandered in from the kitchen and the deck.

“Of course,” Dr. Tanet replied. “How is the nursing service?”

“
They’ve been great, so far. The nurse arrived at five a.m. promptly.”

Jane made introductions to Kee, and the Tremaine men, all of whom looked grim.

“I’m glad to meet you all,” Dr. Tanet said. Her voice had a ring of confidence that would be good for the family. “I’ll be assuming the majority of Mr. Tremaine’s care and communicating directly with Dr. Belvedere.” She shook hands with the men, who were standing. “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other, I’m afraid.”

Kemble stepped up and greeted her, murmuring thanks.

Jane then took Dr. Tanet back into the Bay of Pigs, Kemble trailing in their wake. Brian’s room now busily pinged from all the monitors and gasped with the flow of air that inflated his lungs. The nurse was putting drops in Brian’s eyes. Jane made introductions to Drew and Brina, who looked tattered. The family was a pretty sad lot right now, Jane thought. It seemed to take a lot of energy just to move through the pall that hung over the house.

“Unfortunately, right now I’ll have to ask you to leave while I examine Mr. Tremaine. Mrs. Tremaine, of course, should stay.” Drew nodded silently and slipped out.