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right.” She walked into the room and headed toward the small spiral staircase that gave access to the balcony which wrapped around the library. “How did you know that it was in Mrs. Vaughn’s collection?”

    “The voices told me. Just like they told me that I needed you to break the code. I have to have that book, you see. It’s vital to my research.”

    “You’re doing research on crystals?” Abby asked.

    “Yes, yes. And I’m so close to the answers, so close. I gotta have the book.”

    “Okay,” Abby said.

    Mrs. Jensen whimpered softly. Hannah had gone very quiet. She watched Abby with a sharp, knowing look. Her anxiety was a palpable force in the room.

    “All right,” Grady said. “That’s good. Okay, then.” He seemed to regain a measure of control. “But I’m coming with you. No tricks. You have to break the code. The Key is no good to me unless you unlock it. That’s what the voices in the crystal told me, you see.”

    “I understand,” Abby said soothingly. She started up the spiral staircase.

    Grady gave Hannah and Mrs. Jensen a quick, uncertain look and seemed satisfied that neither of them would cause him any trouble. He followed Abby up the staircase. Abby was aware of his heavy, labored breathing. It was as if he was exerting enormous energy just to hold the gun on her.

    “You’re ill,” Abby said. “Maybe you should leave now and go to the emergency room.”

    “No. Can’t leave without the book.”

    “What sort of crystal research are you doing?” she asked.

    “Know anything about latent energy in rocks?”

    “Not a lot, but it sounds interesting.”

    “So much power,” Grady said. “Just waiting for us to figure out how to tap it. I’m almost there. Got to have that book.”

    Abby reached the top of the spiral steps and walked along the balcony to the section of shelving that contained Hannah’s fine collection of volumes devoted to the paranormal properties of crystals. Many of the books were filled with the usual woo-woo and occult nonsense. Hannah said she collected those volumes for historical purposes. But a few of the titles contained the writings of researchers, ancient and modern, who had done serious work on the power of crystals, gemstones and amber.

    The most valuable book in the Vaughn collection was Morgan’s The Key to the Latent Power of Stones. Written in the eighteenth century, it was locked in a psi-code that added enormously to its value. In the world of antiquarian and collectible books that had a paranormal provenance, encrypted volumes were the rarest of the rare.

    Abby stopped and ran her fingertips along the spines of the books on the shelf.

    “Quit stalling,” Grady said. The gun shook in his hand.

    “Here it is.” She pulled out the old leather-bound volume. The energy locked in the book whispered to her senses. “Morgan’s Key. ”

    Grady eyed the worn leather cover warily. “Are you sure that’s the right one?”

    “Do you want to see the title page?”

    “Yes. Show me.”

    Cradling the heavy book carefully in one hand, she opened the cover. Grady took a step closer and looked at the title page. He frowned.

    “I can read it.”

    “Yes, you’re lucky it was written in English. A lot of the old alchemists used Latin.”

    “No, I mean I can read it. The Key to the Latent Power of Stones. ” Grady reached out and gingerly turned a page. “I can read this page, too. This isn’t the right book. The voices in the crystal told me that the book I need is encrypted.”

    “Oh, right,” Abby said. “You think that because you can read the text the book is not locked in a code. But that’s exactly how psi-encryption works. It camouflages the real text in subtle ways, just enough to distort and conceal the true meaning. You could sit down and read this book cover to cover and think you were reading the original text. But in the end, it would be just so much gibberish.”

    “Break the code,” Grady demanded. “Let me see if the text really does look different.”

    Abby braced herself for the inevitable shock and focused on the layers of energy that shivered around the old book. Few sensitives possessed the ability to lock a book or other written material in a psi-code; fewer still knew the oldest and most powerful techniques. Talents like her who could crack such codes were even more scarce. The whole business was a dying art. Encrypting a book or a document required physical contact with the item