Peter felt a momentary pang of jealousy at the boy’s carefree explorations of his new power. It had not been like that for him in the beginning. Eve... after all these years and the death of his own body, he still felt a swell of hatred for the legate who had forced him to abandon his first life.Adhemar, the pompous cunt, had declared him a charlatan when he could not produce the spear he had pulled from the pit. Peter had tried reasoning with him. Saying the spear was not meant for mortal men,. Of course they knew that Lilah Morgan and Eve had been involved over the last months. But even in the secretive traditions of their firm it had been an extremely hush-hush operation.So now they stood here in a vast circular room that filled up with weak and beguiling music. There were long drawn sensuous glissandos. Sighing breaths. Even silvery giggles and high-pitched titters. And under it all was the muffled rhythm of a heartbeat.It might remind some of the guests of a porno. ” That surprised me. “Really?” “Really,” my sister affirmed. “I didn’t sense any awkwardness from you, and I was definitely too wrapped up in Angela to be shy about having my own brother undressing me.” “Maybe that was the key,” I suggested. “Having Angela there as a focus for us both kept nervousness and awkwardness from settling into the situation.” “Maybe, although I was definitely a little jealous.” “Jealous?” The conversation was particularly intriguing, as I had never thought to ask. I knew he’d get in trouble in some way. He has brass balls and thinks he can get away with anything. He told everyone that he too could shoot someone in the middle of Times Square and remain a free man. Your friend is not here, and you’re free to search the house to verify that. What can I do to help?”“Where else might he take her?” Gail asked.“The only other place he might go that is protected as far as he’s concerned is his used car dealership out on 301. It’s about a mile south of Myrtle.