“Mickey Delaney. And you are Jake Harper and Rachel Gregory.”
“How do you know?”
“You got into some trouble when a woman named Evelyn Morgan was killed.”
Jake remained silent, and Rachel took her cue from him.
“What did she tell you?” Mickey asked.
“Nothing. We didn’t get a chance to talk to her.”
“Who killed her?”
“I’d like to know. You said you had information for us. All you’re doing is asking questions about Evelyn Morgan,” Jake said. “What do you have to say that you couldn’t say over the phone?”
“I think the two of you have recently discovered a talent that you didn’t have before.”
Jake didn’t acknowledge the observation.
“Don’t be modest about it. I’m sure you’re enjoying it.”
“What kind of talent?” Jake asked.
“Mind to mind communication.”
Rachel caught her breath.
“How do you know?” Jake asked.
“Because I have it too,” the guy said.
“Where did it come from?”
Mickey shrugged. “I was hoping you had some insights.”
“I was hoping you did,” Jake countered.
“You got it when the two of you . . . hooked up,” Mickey said.
“What about it?”
“What can you do?”
Don’t even think about it, Jake said to Rachel.
“You first,” Jake said.
“I thought you’d want to brag about your new abilities.”
“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” Jake said. “Either tell us what you want or get the hell out of here.”
“You’re giving orders?”
It wasn’t Mickey who spoke. A woman stepped from behind the float with the king and queen and looked up at them.
“This is my partner, Kira,” Mickey said.
She was a pretty, petite blond with long wavy hair and nicely proportioned figure, the kind of woman who would be attractive to a lot of men. But there was a hardness in her face that told him that anyone who got involved with her would be sorry. Like maybe Mickey.
