A.k.a. Goddess. Evelyn Vaughn

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      Baritone landed on the concrete with a surprised grunt and his shot—to judge by a crash of breaking window glass—went wild. Sofie lunged forward, shoving her pistol into his face. “Drop the damn gun!”

      His fingers opened. His pistol clunked to the concrete.

      Then I heard the sound of an engine, behind us.

      “Down!” With a leap and a twist, I tackled Sofie to the walkway and rolled us behind a bench. More windows in Turbeville Hall exploded in a barrage of thorough gunfire.

      The Plymouth hadn’t been empty after all.

      “Damn!” Sofie yelled over the chaos, while baritone snatched his gun and ran. Maybe she could still have risked shooting him—if she wanted to shoot him in the back. He wasn’t our immediate threat anymore. Instead, she fired at the car once, twice, again.

      The Plymouth’s passenger door opened, baritone leaped in, and it peeled down the service walkway. The last of the gunfire came from us.

      “Damn!” Sofie repeated into the otherworldly silence that followed. We both sat up slowly, blinking against the heavy haze of gunsmoke. Nearby, from the hall, an afterthought of glass crashed from a broken window onto the ground. “If you’d gotten his gun, we could’ve printed it.”

      That had been my idea, before she showed up with her admittedly expert grasp of the patriarchal value of weapons. I said, “X146.”

      Sofie stared, then grinned. “You got the license?”

      “The first four characters, anyway.”

      “You go, girl!” She removed her radio from her belt, but I touched her wrist. “Don’t even think it,” she warned.

      “I know you’ve got to call it in, and I know I’ve got to stay here for the report,” I assured her. “But do me a favor. Don’t mention my name on the emergency band.”

      “Because…?”

      “Because I know someone who might be monitoring it. Or has other people doing the monitoring for him. I don’t want to see him a second time tonight.”

      Her dark eyes whitened. “Lex Stuart?”

      That was no psychic hunch. “I knew it. He was behind all the attention the police gave me tonight, wasn’t he?”

      “What’ve you got that has a man like Alexander Stuart throwing his weight around over a simple break-in?”

      “It’s complicated.”

      She grinned, clearly sensing a good story. “Let me just make this call,” she said.

      “‘Little girls break very easily,’” I said, after Sofie disconnected.

      She eyed me dubiously. “Come again?”

      “That’s what our gunman said. Not, ‘real easy,’ but ‘very easily.’ He’s got a formal education…and an expensive tailor.”

      “So you’re thinking he wasn’t just here to tag the building and maybe rip off some vending machines?”

      “I’m thinking he was here to get my information on Melusine.”

      “Meli-who?”

      “A French fairy-goddess my aunt and I are researching. Either someone with a lot of clout doesn’t want us finding it, or they want to find it first so they can destroy it.”

      “‘It’ being…?”

      “The Melusine Chalice,” I clarified. “Her ‘holy grail.’”

      We could hear sirens in the distance. This was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?

      “I thought there was only one Holy Grail,” said Sofie.

      “That’s in the classic version.” I wiped my palms where I’d scraped them on concrete, glanced toward the glass-littered bushes, and decided my shoe was history. “The Christian grail, there’s only one. Goddess legends aren’t so exclusive.”

      “And some guys with a lot of clout would care because…?”

      I was having trouble with that one, too. “Because they feel threatened? Or maybe…” My logical side winced. “Maybe they’ve heard the legends, that if enough of the goddess cups are brought together, woman-power in this world will increase a hundredfold?”

      “Now that,” said Sofie, as several blue-and-whites sped into the parking lot, “would be sweet.”

      We both raised our hands to show we were unarmed, and I nodded toward the mostly male police officers who clambered out of the cars.

      I nodded toward her colleagues. “Ask them sometime if they agree it would be sweet. They’ll think we’re talking about power over them.”

      Which made it our problem, even if they were mistaken.

      Over the next four hours I filled out reports, gave statements and reassured my suspicious college president of my minimal involvement. My office was fingerprinted and, thanks to my “after my files” story, my computer taken as evidence.

      Somehow, amidst it all, I managed to book a flight to Paris the next day. I got home with barely enough time to pack some necessities, like my passport and my emergency cash, before the airport shuttle picked me up.

      I hated leaving my apartment in a mess. But at least carrying just a backpack meant I wouldn’t have to check luggage.

      By the time I made it through the extensive security check and was jogging down the International Terminal, I felt the exhaustion, hunger and stress of the previous night’s events.

      The last person I needed to hear calling my name as I dodged travelers in my sprint for the gate was Lex Stuart.

      “Maggi?”

      It was too huge a coincidence to ignore. I turned in the terminal and, sure enough, he was striding toward me. The crowd seemed to part for him, as if instinctively sensing his importance. He looked good, tall and fit and collected. It didn’t hurt that his eyes brightened just for me.

      He could be a bad guy, my head warned me.

      Or he might not, insisted my heart. Not Lex.

      “This is a surprise.” Lex slowed as he reached me. Even after years with him, I wasn’t sure.

      And I still had a plane to catch.

      When I started walking again, reluctantly taking advantage of the clear space around him, he paced me.

      “Are you all right?” he asked politely.

      “Why wouldn’t I be?”

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