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she didn’t like the softer emotions in
herself or in anyone else.
    He wondered about her past. Obviously,
she came from a long line of female detectives. Had her grandmother
opened this place? Then had her mother followed or had the Sinclair
Detective Agency skipped a generation?
    And why did he care? He wasn’t ever
going to see her again, no matter how beautiful she was.
    “We should go,” Travers said to
Kyle.
    Kyle looked at Travers as if Travers
had committed the social gaffe of the century. It took a moment for
Travers to realize he had interrupted one of the Wyrd
Sisters.
    “I mean,” Travers said to his son,
“we’ve done what we came to do. We should let them get on to their
private business.”
    “Da-ad,” Kyle said, stretching the
word out. “We can’t leave. Not now.”
    “I’m confused,” Zoe said.
Her voice was husky and low, a smoky alto—the kind that always sent
a shiver down Travers’ spine. Like a blues’ singer, only richer,
with a little less cigarette-and-alcohol rasp and a bit more
warmth. “Aren’t you part of this group?”
    “I’m just the delivery boy,” Travers
said.
    “Daaad!” Kyle stepped farther away
from Travers’ grasp.
    “Come on, Kyle,” Travers said.
“Meetings with private detectives are confidential.”
    Travers didn’t know that for certain,
but he assumed it. Besides, in his own business, he didn’t let
strangers in the same room as his clients. Certified Public
Accounting wasn’t psychotherapy, but it did have its own sets of
rules. He was sure detecting was the same.
    Zoe’s gaze met his. There was a
question in those interesting eyes, and a challenge. He wasn’t sure
what the question or the challenge was, and he doubted he would
ever get the chance to find out.
    His fingers found the doorknob. He
needed to leave before his interest in this woman got the better of
him.
    “You must stay, Travers,” said
Clotho.
    “This concerns you, young man,” said
Lachesis.
    “After all, you’re years behind in
your studies,” said Atropos in a voice that sounded so much like
his mother’s that Travers actually let go of the doorknob before he
realized what he had done.
    “I have no studies,” Travers said,
“and all I’m behind in is a few days’ work. Kyle and I have to find
a hotel room, so we’ll leave you to your business. It’s been a
pleasure, ladies.”
    “Stop him!” Clotho said to
Zoe.
    “Use a spell, something,” Lachesis
said.
    “He cannot leave this room!” Atropos
said.
    Zoe’s face had gone ashen. In fact, it
changed color the moment Lachesis said the word “spell.”
    Zoe looked from him to the women and
back to him again. “Tell me what’s going on here,” she said to him,
“and this time, don’t hold anything back.”
     

 
     
Seven
     
    Zoe had no idea why she
had commanded Travers Kinneally to tell her what was going on.
After all, he seemed almost as confused as she felt. He looked from
his son (son! Travers must have been a child himself when he
fathered that boy) to the possible Fates and, when it was clear
none of them were going to say anything, he looked at
Zoe.
    And shrugged.
    The movement was elegant, boyish, and
somehow charming. She had to resist the urge to smile.
    “All I can do is tell you why I’m
here,” he said.
    “Shoot.” She crossed her arms and
leaned back, her chair squeaking as she did so.
    But the blond spoke first. “I do
believe it would be better if we told you—”
    “Shh!” the redhead said.
    “Have you, of all people, forgotten
the main objective?” the brunette asked.
    The blond put a hand over her mouth.
“The situation is getting serious. We are losing touch.”
    “Shh!” the redhead said
again.
    “Let the boy answer her,” the brunette
said.
    “Me?” Kyle squeaked.
    “No, child,” the blond said. “The
other boy.”
    “Your father,” the redhead
said.
    “After all,” the brunette said without
a trace of sarcasm, “he’s the one who wants to