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friendly competition between curators?”
    “Not so friendly.” Elaine lowered the glass lid and relocked the case. “Milo has an Egyptian ring that I want very badly. I’ve begged him for years to consider a trade. He has always refused. But now I’ve got a bargaining chip. He’ll have to deal on my terms.”
    “Got it.” He surveyed the cases in the gallery. “You’ve built this into a fine museum, Elaine. I’m no archaeologist but I’ve spent enough time consulting in all four of the Society’s museums to know that this is a world-class collection.”
    She laughed. “I am living proof that an obsessive personality and a keen sense of professional rivalry are the essential traits of a successful curator.”
    “Probably useful traits in any profession.” He’d been on the obsessed path himself, most of his life. Until Jenna.
    Elaine fixed him with a speculative look. He knew what was coming and readied his exit strategy. He liked Elaine and admired her professional skills. But she was a friend of the family and the family had been applying a lot of pressure lately.
    On the surface, the invitation was smooth enough.
    “Do you have time for a cup of coffee before you leave for the airport?” she asked.
    “I was planning to spend a couple of hours in the museum library,” he hedged.
    “That was your excuse last time.”
    He considered his options and didn’t like any of them. Elaine was a good client and a very smart woman. He liked the company of smart women. If she stuck to business, he wouldn’t mind having coffee with her. It wasn’t as if there was any great rush to return to his home in the Northern California wine country. There was no one waiting for him.
    For the most part he was okay with his new existence as a duo-job workaholic. The problem was that family and friends were becoming increasingly aggressive, pushing him to resume what they considered his destined career path. He knew damn well that they weren’t applying pressure just because they were concerned about him, although that was part of it. The reality was that they had an agenda, and that agenda no longer coincided with his own.
    He glanced at his watch. “My flight leaves at five-thirty. That gives me some time.”
    “Your enthusiasm is underwhelming.”
    He felt himself redden. “I’ve been a little distracted lately.”
    “By what?”
    “Work.”
    “Ah, yes, the all-purpose excuse.” She lightly patted his arm. “And there’s no denying that it is excellent therapy after one has suffered a loss like yours. But it has been almost a year now, Zack. Time to move on.”
    He said nothing.
    They walked toward the far end of the gallery. Moving down the aisle between the glass cases was like walking a gauntlet. The combined psychic energy buzz given off by the artifacts stirred his senses in an unpleasant way. He knew Elaine felt something, too, but she seemed to thrive on the sensation.
    He had to exert a lot of raw willpower to keep the psychic side of his nature suppressed. He could never dampen it entirely; no level-ten sensitive was capable of shutting off his or her paranormal senses altogether. It would have been the equivalent of deliberately going deaf or losing his sense of taste. But it was possible to minimize one’s parasenses.
    “What are you working on?” Elaine asked.
    “At the moment I’m finishing a paper for the Journal .”
    Among the curators and consultants associated with the Arcane Society’s museums there was only one journal, The Journal of Paranormal and Psychical Research . Like the Society’s museums, neither the print nor the online edition was available to the general public.
    “I feel like a detective trying to interrogate a suspect who is waiting for his lawyer to arrive,” Elaine said drily. “But I will persevere. What’s the topic of this paper you’re finishing?”
    “The Tarasov camera.”
    She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her attention caught. “Never heard of