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the only girl to have a special talent.

      Another, Nikki knew immediately, was her best friend, Jessica Whittaker. Jess had been two years ahead of Nikki at the academy, but something had drawn them together. Maybe it was the fact they were both “egg babies,” even though they, at the time, had had no idea why they could do what they could. Maybe it was that Jess seemed like the older sister Nikki didn’t have. Whichever, as Nikki had grown up at Athena Academy, she’d found herself closer to Jess than even to her Hecate sisters.

      Egg baby. Jess could breathe water and Nikki had a nose like a bloodhound. It was almost as if the scientists at Lab 33 had been splicing in the traits that humans longed for but didn’t have.

      Which often made Nikki wonder if Catwoman really did exist out there. Or someone more brutal, more cunning, more…insane.

      Her cell buzzed and Nikki caught it on the second tone. “Bustillo.”

      “Girlfriend!”

      “Dana!” Nikki replied, grinning. “¿Cómo estás, chica?”

      “Hell, Nik,” Dana groaned. “My Spanish still sucks, okay?”

      “You said you were going to practice.”

      “Life’s short but the journey’s busy. Let’s eat.”

      “Name the place.”

      “That little club we didn’t get to check out last time I was there. In a half hour.”

      Nikki hung up. The little club they’d missed was called Hoy Como Ayer, a few blocks away, and it deserved something much nicer than her gray sweat-pants and a ragged T-shirt. She dug through her closet until she came up with a red knit top and a short black skirt with a bit of flare to the hem.

      Twenty minutes later Nikki sat in a corner table as far away from the little stage as she could get. A couple of youths unloaded gear from a lowered pickup truck outside; Thursday nights jammed with class acts from the finest musicians and singers working the circuit. According to Nikki’s watch, she had five minutes to wait for Dana and another hour before the night’s live music would start.

      On the dot, Dana wound through the growing throng toward her table. Dressed in a flowing, flowery skirt and a solid black top, her dark hair loose on her shoulders, Dana looked striking—and totally unlike a turista.

      “Hey, girl,” Nikki said as she rose to hug Dana.

      “Have you heard from Jess?” Dana asked casually as she pulled out a chair.

      “Not since a phone call before she left on vacation.” Nikki put a not-so-slight emphasis on vacation.

      Dana’s impassive face said as much as Nikki had guessed already: Jess wasn’t on vacation, but doing something that was no doubt extremely dangerous. For the same Delphi that had contacted Nikki in February? Because she and Jess were both targeted for kidnapping because of their genetic mutations?

      “Have you talked to Jess recently?” Nikki asked. As former classmates in the same year, Dana and Jess might have kept in contact more frequently than even Nikki and Jess, though Nikki doubted it. Her surrogate big sister always stayed in touch. Even when she had to be coy about what she was up to, like in their last conversation.

      Dana shook her head as a waiter arrived. “No, I haven’t heard from her. What’s a mojito?”

      “Better than a kick in the head,” Nikki muttered, irritated that Dana was being close-lipped about their mutual friend.

      “I’ll have a mojito,” Dana told the waiter.

      “Agua,” Nikki said to him.

      “Spoilsport.”

      Nikki merely nodded. They both knew Dana would take a sip, maybe two, from her drink and then leave the rest. Dana couldn’t afford to be off her game when she was on duty.

      Whatever on duty meant for her.

      After they ordered, Nikki grabbed a baked plantain chip and hit the spicy guacamole with it. “What’s up?”

      “You found what we’re looking for.”

      “Maybe.” Nikki relayed the information she’d gotten from Two-Finger Jimmy and finished up with, “So the SHA shipment to Hong Kong looks like the one you want. It’s carrying a passenger and a suspicious cargo container.”

      Dana waited until the waiter served their drinks and left.

      “Sounds like you’ve pegged it.” Dana sipped the mojito—a concoction of rum, lime juice and mint, among other things—and smiled broadly. “Can I get this to go?”

      “Not in this town. What’s going on with the container ship?”

      Dana twirled the mint sprig in her drink. “Athena needs you to track it. It has something we want.”

      “Athena needs it?” Nikki frowned. “Is this related to our kidnapping conversation from a couple of months ago?”

      “I can’t say.” Then after a moment, Dana added, “I’m not authorized.”

      Nikki’s frown deepened but she couldn’t suppress the urge to lean on her friend. “Is it related to Jess’s vacation?”

      Dana said nothing.

      Nikki cursed inwardly. Dana’s silence meant yes, but the woman would never say. “Look, you can’t expect me to keep running your little errands without telling me something of what’s going on. I’m in danger, Jess is in danger.” And when her friend still kept quiet, Nikki added, “Throw me a bone here, Dana. Give me something or I walk.”

      Dana leaned back in her chair, her face immobile, as if considering.

      Nikki, thoroughly annoyed, tossed her napkin on the table. “Are you talking or am I walking?” She felt a slim satisfaction when Dana leaned forward.

      “Last time we talked face-to-face, I told you about Arachne.”

      “Yeah, crazy woman trying to kidnap Athena students with special talents.”

      “I didn’t tell you that she succeeded. With some Athena students.”

      Nikki’s breath caught in her throat. There was no telling what someone like Arachne might do with genetically modified children. Children. Nikki tried to ignore her own fear scent rising in her nostrils. “How many?”

      “Two, plus one eager beaver who was instrumental in our blowing up a Lab 33 wannabe in Kestonia.” Dana’s sharp eyes must have picked up on Nikki’s face because she said quickly, “It’s okay. We got them all back, safe and sound.”

      Relief swept like cool water through Nikki’s veins. It was one thing for this Arachne to try to kidnap a grown woman, and another thing entirely for her to target girls. And succeed, no matter how temporarily.

      Nikki nodded. “Good.”

      “But we’ve had other information come to light and that’s why I’m here. If you’re willing to serve Athena.”

      Nikki’s chin lifted as anger swirled in her gut. Dana knew her better than that. Stung, she retorted, “There’s no ‘if’ about it. What do you want me to do?”

      “The signal we had you track came from someone called Diviner. We don’t know who Diviner is, but we need him. Or her.”

      “You’re sure the perp is human?” Nikki asked, thinking of Alexander Wryzynski.

      Dana nodded. “We intercepted an instant message, definitely generated by a human. He, or she, thought he was talking to Bryan Ellis.”

      “The congressman.”

      “The congressman who tried to kill Francesca Thorne two months ago. He’s been charged with conspiracy to commit murder.”

      “I remember Chesca. I ran into her once on the firing range.”

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