Maxie couldn't hide her excitement from Lou-he thought there wasn't a hell of a lot she could hide from him-when she jumped out of Stormy's car in the curving, white gravel driveway and stared at the beautiful house. He didn't blame her. The place was a freaking dream house, a pristine white mansion resting on the rugged coast of Easton , Maine . She was racing up the white flagstone walk to the front door with its tall, oval stained-glass inset even as he parked the van. He smiled as she used her new key to let herself in.

Then he shut the van off and sent a look back at Stormy. She was fiddling with some things in the trunk of her car, obviously not as eager as Max was to rush inside. Preoccupied, perhaps. Maybe Max's worry about her wasn't as overblown as Lou wanted to think.

He climbed out of the van and joined Max in the house. She stood in the great room, taking it in. The chandelier in the domed ceiling above. The gleaming hardwood floors and the rugged, almost Norse-looking furniture. The way the stairs widened at the bottom so that they seemed to spill down from above, like a waterfall flowing into the room. She loved this place-it practically glowed from her eyes. Mostly, Lou thought, she loved it because it was her sister's. It seemed filled with Morgan's presence, her touches, even when she wasn't here.

"Aren't Morgan and Dante here to greet you?" Lou asked.

"No. They're traveling. A delayed honeymoon, I guess." She smiled up at him. That smile hit him in the solar plexus every time she flashed it, and this time was no different. "Besides, I think Morgan wanted to make sure I understood the place was really mine now. Give me time to settle in, get comfortable here. You know?"

He nodded, looking around. "So where's the office going to be?"

"Oh, we already started setting up-took a drive up here last weekend. It's the room Morgan used for her writing when she was here. I think it was originally a den" She walked as she spoke, glancing over her shoulder once. "Stormy...?"

"She's going through some stuff in her car, " he said. He saw the way Max's eyes clouded with worry. "Was she okay the rest of the way here?"

"Seemed to be"

"But you're still worried"

She sighed. "You think I'm being dumb."

"I think it's great the way you worry about her, Max. You're the most loyal person I know."

"Yeah?" She smiled again. "That's sweet, coming from a guy who's as miserly with compliments as you are." "Am I?"

"You'd think they were an endangered species" She looked toward the door again. "Lou, something's wrong with Stormy."

He frowned, a little shiver tingling up the back of his neck. "She said she fell asleep."

"She lied." Max shook her head and paced back to the entryway to stare out at Stormy, who was still picking through the luggage in her trunk. "I think she's been keeping something from me for a while now. Since the coma."

"Any idea what it's about?"

Max shook her head. "Back there, when she went off the road, I could have sworn for just a second that her eyes were jet-black."

Lou frowned at her. "What color are they usually?" "Blue, " she said. "You telling me you never noticed the color of Stormy's eyes?"

"It's not the kind of thing I notice. So shoot me."

"You're a cop. You notice everything."

"Ex-cop, " he corrected.

Max flattened a palm over her eyes. "What color are mine?"

They were green, he thought. Huge, sparkling green eyes like a pair of emeralds in the sunlight. Aloud, he said, "I haven't got a clue"

She lowered her hand, looking partly hurt and partly skeptical.

"So you're saying Storm's eyes changed color?"

"It was more than just the color, Lou. It was like-like they weren't even her eyes." She rubbed her outer arms as if she were suddenly cold.

"You wanna know what I think?"

"Of course I do."

He nodded. "Good, because I was going to tell you, anyway. I think you're overly worried about her. And you're overwhelmed with this move, the new business, the new house."

"In a good way, though."

"Doesn't matter. Max, it was only a few months ago you found out your birth mother was a reformed prostitute and that you had a twin sister. You located Morgan, only to learn she was terminally ill and apparently being stalked-by a freakin' vampire, of all things. Then you found out the vamp was the good guy, after damn near getting him killed."

Max shrugged and averted her eyes. "So shoot me for thinking undead meant evil. It seemed like a logical assumption. Besides, it all worked out okay. He changed her. She won't die now. Ever."

"Still and all, " Lou said. "You've barely had time to digest all that. You're suddenly unsure about everything you ever believed. What's real and what's not. The lines that used to be clear are all blurry in your mind."

Max looked at him intently. "That's pretty good."

"I know it is. Don't think I haven't been going through a lot of the same stuff, Max. But here's the thing. With all that fueling it, your imagination is bound to be stuck in high gear. Even more so than usual" She sent him a smirk but he kept on talking. "So Stormy-after damn near dying on you a few months ago-goes off the road, scares the hell out of you, and you rush hack there, your emotions heightened to the breaking point, and the sun hits her eyes in a certain way, and ham! There you have it."

She tilted her head. Her copper-red curls brushed past her shoulder on one side, fell behind her neck on the other. He tried not to notice, and noticed, anyway. "You really think that's all it is?" she asked.

"I really do."

Max sighed, nodding slowly. "I suppose you could be right."

He almost gaped in surprise, until she added, "But I doubt it."

Yep, that was the reaction he'd expected. The two of them were so opposite it was predictable. "I suppose you have a theory of your own?"

"I'm working on one."

"And I suppose it's something flaky."

"By flaky you mean...?"

"Paranormal. Supernatural. Otherworldly. Extra-"

"Yeah, something flaky."

He sighed, disliking the way this conversation was going. Now that one of her far-fetched theories had been proved correct, there would be no talking her down from the next one. "I'm afraid to ask."

"Then don't. It's still in development" She shrugged, dropping the subject. "I'm really sorry I made you miss your fishing trip."

"No you're not." Hell, he wasn't, either. He would rather spend time with Max, far-fetched theories and outrageous flirting and all, than in a boat with a fishing pole. But he would be damned if he'd admit it. It would only encourage her.

"You're right, I'm not."

At least she was honest. For the most part, though he had no doubt she was even now plotting ways to get him to stay longer than he intended.

Stormy came in then, a suitcase in each hand. "Isn't this the best place in the universe?" She dropped the cases inside the door. "Are the phones turned on yet? We're supposed to call my parents when we arrive."

"I haven't checked, " Max said. Then the two of them headed across the great room and through the double doors off the right of it, into the office.

Lou watched them go. Watched Max, mostly. The girl was hell on wheels. If he thought for one minute her constant flirting was a sign of serious interest he would...

He would what? he asked himself. He wouldn't do anything but brush her off as gently as possible and head for home. He liked Max too much to subject her to a relationship with him. He was hell on women, and he knew it. A miserable failure at that sort of thing. Every woman he'd dated in the past decade had dumped him in short order, most of them accusing him of being about as emotional and romantic as a dying trout. Then again, he hadn't really tried with any of them. Hadn't ever tried since his divorce. He hadn't wanted to. He still didn't. And Max deserved better.

Sighing, Lou followed them into the office. It was pretty much as Morgan had left it, furnished in her elegant style. A computer was already set up on the antique mahogany desk. Stormy was replacing the telephone receiver on its hook when he came in. "Got a dial tone. Phones are up and running." Then she frowned at the telephone's base. "Hey, the message light is blinking. Think we got a customer already?"

"No way, not yet, " Max said. "We haven't even unpacked."

"Maybe all those flyers announcing our grand opening are already paying off." Stormy hit the Play button and sank into a chair to listen. The voice that came from the answering machine was male, and her eyes widened a little when she heard it.

"Max, Storm, it's Jason. Jason Beck. I know it's been a long time, and now I'm only calling because I need your help. I feel like a jerk, but-look, something's going on-I think my sister's missing."

Stormy shot Max a horrified look.

"There's something wrong, " Jason's voice went on. "She was on a trip with her best friend. Spring break, her senior year. I got this odd phone call. Really broken up-bad connection. But I know she's in trouble. There's just there's something off about this whole thing. I need you guys. So call me back. Uh, the cell phone won't work out here, but I have a motel room. ('al I me, okay?" He gave the number. There was a distinct clicking sound as Jason hung up, and then another. The machine beeped to signal the end of the message.

"Jason Beck-hell, I remember him, " Lou said. "Third part of the gang of three, wasn't he?"

Max nodded. "He moved away, went to law school.

What time did he leave that message?" she asked Stormy. Stormy looked at the machine. "At 7:10 p.m. Less than an hour ago"

"Play it again, " Lou said.

"Lou?" Max must have seen something in his eyes, because she leaned closer to look into them. "What is it? What are you-"

"Just play it once more."

Stormy hit the Play button, and they listened to their old friend's worried voice. When the message ended, Lou said, "Did you hear that? That extra clicking sound?"

Max nodded. "What is it, Lou?"

"I can't be sure, but it sure as hell sounded fishy to me" "Fishy how?"

"Fishy like someone was listening in."

Stormy jumped out of her chair. "You think his phone is bugged?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Lou shrugged. "Or maybe it was just a glitch in the line."

The vampire sat comfortably in the overstuffed chair in the cheap motel room's darkest corner. Jason Beck, standing near the bed, hung up the telephone; then Fieldner hung up the extension on the other side of the room. Jason turned to face him. His lip was split, but it had stopped bleeding. The eye, on the other hand, was already beginning to darken. It would be purple by morning. He was still angry with Fieldner for that. The man had become carried away when young Jason Beck decided to fight rather than comply. A foolish decision. Fieldner might look as if a stiff wind would blow him over, but occasional sips of vampiric blood made him strong. And utterly obedient. It was a shame the man was also an imbecile.

"I did what you asked. I called them, " Beck said. "I want to see my sister now."

"You left a message on an answering machine, " the vampire said slowly. "That's not precisely what I told you to do, now is it?"

"They'll call back. When they do, I'll get them down re. I swear."

"How can you be so certain they will come?"

"They will, " Beck said, lowering his head to stare at the photograph that lay on the bedside stand beside the telephone. "They're my friends. They'll come."

"They'd better. And when they do, you would do well to follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand, Mr. Beck?"

Jason met his eyes. "No. I don't understand any of this. Who the hell are you? What do you want with Storm and Maxie? If you're going to hurt them-"

"I'm not. Not that you could stop me if I were. You have one mission here, Beck, and that is to do as you're told. So long as you obey, there will be no harm done-to the women or to your sister. Or to you."

Jason's eyes lowered beneath the vampire's steady, penetrating gaze. He had a brilliant mind, this young man. His intelligence was great, his love for his sister even greater. But he had a deep affection for the two female detectives, as well. It could prove to be a problem if not properly controlled.

"Since you've acted in good faith, " the vampire said slowly, "I will take you to see your sister now."

Stormy dialed the number, was connected to Jason's room and waited. Then she slowly shook her head. "No answer."

As she put the phone down, Max frowned at her, recalling their earlier conversation, right after she'd gone off the road. "You were thinking about Jason on the way here, " she said.

Stormy nodded. "Yeah. Odd, isn't it?" She didn't meet Max's eyes.

"What was it, some kind of premonition?"

"Please, " Stormy said, loading the word with sarcasm. Then she turned the subject right back to the telephone call. "No answer, and no voice mail. Must be one nice hotel."

"Motel, " Lou corrected. "He said motel, not hotel. It's probably nothing fancy."

"We should go there, " Stormy said, and now she did meet Max's eyes, her own imploring.

Stormy did have a feeling about all this; Max was convinced of it. "Go where?" she asked. "We don't even know where Jason is."

"We could run some kind of trace on the call." Stormy shot her gaze to Lou's. "You still have friends on the force. You could do that, couldn't you?"

Lou nodded. "Yeah, but there are easier ways. You got the phones here turned on, how about the Internet?"

"It's ready to go, " Max said.

"We can do it online, then."

Maxie moved behind the computer to make sure the cable was plugged in, while Lou took the chair in front of it.

His cop juices were flowing; Max could tell by the light in his eyes. He had a real passion for his work. And when he immersed himself in it, he forgot to play the worn-out, burned-out role he seemed determined to play for her benefit. The mask fell away, revealing him as he truly was. A man in his prime, with a sharp, determined mind and a keen sense of justice. This was the Lou Malone who turned her on like no one else ever had. She watched his long, powerful fingers move over the key pad, licked her lips at the way his strong hand cupped the mouse.

Several keystrokes later, he looked up. "The call came from a town called Endover, in New Hampshire ."

Max held his eyes. "You're gonna have to show me how you did that."

"What, you weren't paying attention?"

"Sure I was. Just not to the right things." She winked at him and saw him squirm. It was his usual reaction to her flirting, and far from the one she wanted.

"We should go, " Stormy said softly.

Lou seemed to have trouble breaking the hold Max's eyes had on his, but he finally did, and focused instead on Stormy. "Look, he said we should call him back. Let's wait it out. He can tell us what he wants us to do when we get him on the phone."

Max hid a secret smile at his use of the words "we" and "us" He might think he was still planning to high-tail it back to White Plains, but deep down, Max thought, he already knew better.

"Lou's right, " she said. "Besides, it'll give us time to unload the van."

"How old would Delia be now?" Stormy asked. "What was she last time we saw her. Ten? Twelve?"

Max nodded. "She must be all grown up. Sixteen, seventeen by now. He did say she was in her senior year."

"Hard to imagine, " Stormy said. "God, where did all the time go? He didn't mention his older brother, did he? Mike?"

"Last I knew, Mike had a wife and kids and was living somewhere in California , " Max said. She put a hand on Stormy's shoulder. "We'll keep calling until we get him. Then we'll take it from there, okay?"

Stormy closed her eyes, sighing deeply. "Okay, we'll wait."