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ring from fear. I would give my people something I couldnтАЩt get from Truedell. The
face of a murderer, as seen through the eyes of a dead woman.
Tell Kieran I love him.
I memorized every feature of DerekтАЩs young face, his intense blue eyes, the
cleft in his chin, the off-center part of his pale gold hair.
The dark hole, small, rounded but flaring outwards from the center of his
forehead. The teardrops of blood, bright red.
His head whipped back, his shoulders arcing. His hand on my throat
spasmed, flailed. I dropped to the ground. It hadnтАЩt been fear ringing in my ears, but
the high, searing whine of a ZAL-4. A sniperтАЩs rifle, highly sensitive. Few could
handle it. I knew of one man who could.
тАЬJynx!тАЭ Footsteps pounding, still distant, coming closer.
I sucked in a deep breath, forced down the bile rising in my throat, held my
hands out over DerekтАЩs still, lifeless body as the chills started. Felt his EIIs gel.
And I saw. I saw. DionsioтАЩs craggy face, thinning gray hair, gnarled hands. A
gilt-edged desk and behind that, large windows with a panoramic view of Galdaron,
a major city on Lunazula. I had a location now for the Syndicate that had killed
Truedell. And more.
I had images from the dead. Clear, beautiful, vibrant, detailed images.
Notations Derek had made in his own datapad on his last break. Names, sig-data,
addresses. Derek was more than an assassin. He was a musician, trained to
memorize, trained for detail.
I was shaking, crying when Kieran wrapped his arms around me. тАЬAre you
hurt?тАЭ
тАЬIтАЩm fine. Kier, I can see, I canтАФтАЭ
тАЬYou could always see. They did the autopsy on Truedell. He had a
spatial-echo implant. You saw nothing from his EIIs because he couldnтАЩt see
anything, not like you and I do.тАЭ His hand trembled as he gently wiped the tears from
my face. тАЬHe was blind.тАЭ
Blind? That was impossible. Blindness in all its forms had been cured
centuries ago.
тАЬMutant,тАЭ I said as Kieran pulled me, unsteadily, to my feet. тАЬHis killer knew
Truedell was some kind of mutant. Called him Snake Eyes.тАЭ
тАЬI had my suspicions, put queries out and had just gotten back confirmation
when Iago commed me. She tracked down the same information I had, linked to the
name Dionosio. He named Truedell тАШSnake EyesтАЩ because his hands, his fingers
were receptors. He could feel the design of a card, know what it was without
looking. And he could affect the balance of a pair of dice because of a chemical he
could secrete through his skin. A chemical that robbed him of his eyesight but gave
him something the Syndicate wanted. Dionosio used him for that.тАЭ
Good hands. I thought of TruedellтАЩs self appraisal. One echoed by his
mentor. Good hands. And when Truedell started using those good hands for his
own gain, Dionosio had ordered his death.
 Uniformed officers and plain suited detectives poured through the hotelтАЩs
main doors as an ambulance and two police hovercars, lights strobing the early
morning mists, streamed into the parking lot. Shouts filled the air, voices calling.
Doors slammed.
Overhead, the sky brightened; a new day tugging back the nightтАЩs dark veil.
I wrapped my fingers around the rifleтАЩs thin strap on my husbandтАЩs shoulder.
тАЬYou always carry this on vacation?тАЭ