Council who stood a chance against him.â
âExcept you.â
âExcept me,â he agreed quietly.
âWhat makes you so special?â
âItâs complicated.â
âIn other words, youâre not going to tell me.â
âNo,â he said.
âJust another Guild secret?â
âYes.â
âYou know, one of these days, someone really ought to introduce the concept of democracy to you guys. Itâs this really cool way of running things. You get to elect your leaders.â
He smiled. âSounds inefficient.â
âItâs messy, but it works, and it sure beats dueling with ghost light. Never mind, letâs get back to Jenner. You said you didnât kill him?â
âI won the duel, but Jenner didnât die because of his injuries. He was temporarily brain-fried, but he would have recovered.â He paused. âAlthough his para-rez talents would never have been as strong as they were before the duel.â In fact, they would have been nonexistent, but he saw no reason to elaborate.
âIn other words, you really burned him.â
He said nothing. The duel had been a hellish business that had almost cost him his life. Jenner had not only been a strong para-resonator, heâd worked deadly blue light, not regular green ghost energy. But there was no way to explain that to Sierra. The very existence of psi energy from the blue end of the spectrum was, like so many other things, a deep Guild secret.
There was a small scurrying motion at his feet. He looked down and saw Elvis. The dust bunny hopped up onto the windowsill, cape flying.
âWho got to Jenner?â Sierra demanded.
He looked at her over his shoulder. âWe donât know. But the fact that someone took the risk of murdering a former Guild boss told us that the conspiracy was a bigger problem than we had assumed.â
âHow much of a risk was there? He was a former boss, after all.â
âJenner still had his secrets. I wanted them.â
âWait a second, you think his fellow conspirators murdered him in order to keep him from betraying them?â
âYes.â
âAny idea who those folks might be?â she asked quickly.
âI have a hunch about one of them, but there may be more. At the moment I canât prove a damn thing.â
âWhat about you?â she asked. âIs your position as the new Guild boss somewhat, uh, untenable, too?â
âI think itâs unlikely that Iâll get hit by a truck this afternoon, if thatâs what you mean.â
âWhy not?â
He turned to face her. âThis isnât the first time thereâs been a problem deep inside one of the Guilds.â
âImagine that.â
The sarcasm was starting to irritate him, but he told himself he was big enough to overlook it, at least for the moment.
âThere are procedures in place to deal with this kind of thing,â he said. âGiven the power a Guild commander wields, the potential for misuse of that power is always present. The leaders of the organizations recognized that fact from the beginning. Thatâs why the Chamber was established.â
Chamber was short for the far more unwieldy Chamber of the Joint Council of Dissonance Energy Para-resonator Guilds, the overarching governing organization of the Guilds.
âIâm well aware of the existence of the Chamber, but everyone knows that the Guilds function autonomously,â Sierra said. âIndividual chiefs respect each otherâs territory.â
âThatâs true unless a problem arises that might impact the safety and well-being of the city for which a particular Guild is responsible. I know you donât appreciate the role of the Guilds in society, Miss McIntyre, but the truth is, their main job is to protect you and everyone else, not only from the natural hazards underground but from would-be tyrants like Vincent Lee Vance.â
She blew
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