Free The Vanished Man by Jeffery Deaver Page A

The aging magician had watched her act and called her into his office afterward. The Great Balzac himself had told her in his gruff but silky voice that she had potential. She could be a great illusionist-with the proper training-and proposed that she come work in the shop; he'd be her mentor and teacher.
     
     
Kara had moved to New York from the Midwest years before and was savvy about city life; she knew immediately what "mentor" might entail, especially when he was a quadruple divorce and she was an attractive woman forty years younger than he. But Balzac was a renowned magician-he'd been a regular on Johnny Carson and had been a headliner in Las Vegas for years. He'd toured the world dozens of times and knew virtually every major illusionist alive. Illusion was her passion and this was a chance of a lifetime. She accepted on the spot.
     
     
At the first session her guard was up and she was ready to repel boarders. The lesson indeed turned out to be upsetting to her-though for an entirely different reason.
     
     
He tore her to shreds.
     
     
After an hour of criticizing virtually every aspect of her technique Balzac had looked at her pale, tearful face and barked, "I said you have potential. I didn't say you were good. If you want somebody to polish your ego you're in
     
     
the wrong place. Now, are you going to run home crying to mommy or are you going to get back to work?"
     
     
They got back to work
     
     
And so began an eighteen-month love-hate relationship between men
     
     
tor and apprentice, which kept her up until the early hours of the morning six or seven days a week, practicing, practicing, practicing. While Balzac had had many assistants in his years as a performer he'd been a mentor to only two apprentices and in both cases, it seemed, the young men had proved to be disappointments. He wasn't going to let that happen with Kara. Friends sometimes asked her where her love of-and obsession withillusion came from. They were probably expecting a movie-of-the-week tormented childhood filled with abusive parents and teachers or, at least, a little slip of a mousy girl escaping from the cruel cliques at school into the world of fantasy. But they got Normal Girl instead-a cheerful A student, gymnast, cookie baker and school-choir singer, who started on the path of entertainment undramatically by attending a Penn and Teller performance in Cleveland with her grandparents, followed a month later by a coincidental family trip to Vegas for one of her father's turbine-manufacturing conventions, the trip exposing her to the thrill of flying tigers and fiery illusions, the exhilaration of magic.
     
     
That's all it took. At thirteen she founded the magic club at JFK Junior High and was soon sinking every penny of baby-sitting money into magic magazines, how-to videos and packaged tricks. She later expanded her entrepreneurial efforts to yard work and snow shoveling in exchange for rides to the Big Apple Circus and Cirque du Soleil whenever they were appearing within a fifty-mile radius.
     
     
Which is not to say that there wasn't an important motive that set-and kept-her on this course. No, what drove Kara could be easily found in the blinks of delighted surprise on the faces of the audience-whether they were two-dozen of her relatives at Thanksgiving dinner (a show complete with quick-change routines and a levitating cat, though without the trapdoor her father wouldn't let her cut in the living room floor) or the students and parents at the high school senior talent show, where she did two encores to a standing ovation.
     
     
Life with David Balzac, though, was quite different from that triumphant show; over the past year and half she sometimes felt she she'd lost whatever talent she'd once had.
     
     
But just as she'd be about to quit he'd nod and offer the faintest of
     
     
smiles. Several times he actually said, "That was a tight trick"
     
     
At moments like that her world was