Free Draemlight 1 - Fired Up by Jayne Ann Krentz

other kind of high- tech device. But he was still a strat. He had picked up on the close bond between Rose and Chloe that afternoon. You didn’t have to have a lot of talent to know how to work an angle like that.
    “You really think so?” Rose asked, dubious, but concerned.
    “Look, you know your boss is psychic, don’t you?”
    “Well, yeah, sure.”
    It was a relief to be dealing with someone who actually believed in the paranormal.
    “So am I,” he said. “Trust me on this. Chloe is in danger.”
    “Okay, this is really weird. I’ve been getting a little nervous, myself, for the past few minutes. Chloe says I’ve got good intuition. Hang on, I’ll give her a call.”
    He left his office and went out into the living room. The sight of his newly decorated condo with its cold, polished concrete floor and sleek steel-and-glass design did nothing to ease his prowling tension. He went to the wall of windows and looked out at the view of the black expanse of Elliott Bay and the lights of West Seattle while he waited. Another storm was coming in. He could feel it.
    Rose came back a moment later. She sounded seriously worried now.
    “She’s not answering her phone,” Rose said. “You’re right, something’s wrong. I knew that weasel was using the Mad Cheerleader to manipulate her.”
    He headed for the door, fishing his keys out of his pocket. “Give me an address.”
    “What are you going to do?” Rose asked.
    “Find her.”
    “Pick me up first. I’m coming with you.”
    “Waste of time.”
    “Please. I don’t have a car of my own. I need to get to her.”
    The rising anxiety in Rose’s voice cut deep. She was starting to panic.
    “Where are you?” he asked.
    “I have an apartment across the hall from Chloe’s. Right above the office. I’ll meet you downstairs on the sidewalk.”

9
    THE SMELL OF KEROSENE WAFTED DOWN THE STAIRCASE. HECTOR growled again. There was a sudden, terrifying whoosh. The top of the stairs was abruptly illuminated with a hellish glow.
    “Oh, shit,” Chloe whispered.
    “Ma’am? Are you out of the house?” the 911 operator demanded.
    The smoke detectors kicked in. The screech drowned out Hector, who was now barking furiously. Upstairs the fire roared like a freight train as it gathered energy.
    “Trust me, I’m getting out of here as fast as I can,” Chloe said.
    She closed the phone, dropped it into her pocket and jumped to her feet. Hooking her hands under Fletcher’s shoulders she heaved with all of her strength. His head lolled. His body moved only a couple of inches on the carpet. He weighed a ton.
    So much for the famous adrenaline rush that was supposed to give a woman abnormal strength in an emergency, she thought. It dawned on her that she had to get Fletcher off the carpet and onto the hardwood floor where there would be less friction. She dropped his shoulders, knelt beside him and started to roll him toward the entrance.
    To her amazement, the technique worked. Fletcher’s head flopped on the rug a few times in the process. He would probably have some bruises in the morning, she thought, but at least he would be alive. Maybe. Always assuming she could haul him out the door before the house burned down around them.
    Hector was in a frenzy now. He trotted back and forth between the open door and the foot of the staircase, howling.
    “Outside,” she ordered. It was the word she always used when she announced that they were going for a walk.
    Hector obeyed. He charged out onto the front step, leash flapping behind him.
    She got Fletcher onto the floor and scrambled to her feet again. Smoke was billowing down the stairs now. She started to cough. This time when she seized Fletcher’s arms and hauled he slid forward a good foot and a half.
    A shriek of rage came from halfway down the staircase.
    “Let him go.” A slender woman dressed in a trendy black hooded track suit appeared at the foot of the stairs. Viewed through the pall of smoke she looked like