“The next thing I knew, North Chastain was in Seattle.” Larissa’s voice rose to an even higher, edgier pitch. “He hired you and everything started to fall apart. All because of you.”

She aimed the gun at Sierra.

“Why kill me?” Sierra said. “I’m just the go-between.”

“You destroyed everything I worked for years to achieve. That tuning crystal Loring traded for the night gun was sabotaged. I almost died trying to use it.”

“The sabotage was carried out decades ago by Griffin Chastain. He knew that as long as that crystal existed there was a chance Rancourt or one of his descendants would get hold of it.”

“You cheated me.”

“You’re losing it, Larissa,” Sierra said. “Don’t do this.”

“It’s all your fault, you stupid, interfering bitch.” Larissa’s hand tightened on the pistol.

“You have to know you can’t get away with murdering us,” Kimberly said. Her voice was astonishingly calm and controlled. The voice of reason.

“Oh, yes I can,” Larissa said.

“Nope,” Sierra said. “You can’t.”

She flattened her palm against the mirror over the sink and slammed energy into the sparkling glass.

The move had the intended effect of shocking the already unstable Larissa. She tried to regain her balance and aim the gun at Sierra again.

But the mirror was exploding. A storm of dazzling paranormal fire blazed in the room, igniting the other mirrors. The currents of energy became a wildfire that flowed into the lounge. Dressing table mirrors cracked and shattered. Some of the light fixtures popped.

“Kimberly, down!” Sierra shouted.

Kimberly dove to the floor.

Larissa screamed and pulled the trigger but she was blinded and disoriented by the violent, chaotic energy. The gun roared. Somewhere tiles cracked. Sierra grabbed her locket, got it open and sent a fierce pulse of heat through it.

The mirror crystal sent the currents of Larissa’s aura rebounding back into her energy field, briefly destabilizing them. She jerked violently, froze for an instant and then collapsed on the white tile floor, unconscious.

Kimberly got to her feet and surveyed the destruction. “That was . . . amazing.”

The restroom door crashed open. North was suddenly in the room, gun in hand, his hot aura blazing in the shards of broken mirrors. Jake was right behind him.

They both stopped when they saw Larissa on the floor.

North moved toward Sierra.

“Are you all right?” he said.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I’m all right. How did you know?”

“Victor called to tell me the DNA tests showed that Loring had no biological connection to Rancourt. But I was sure that only someone with Rancourt’s signature would have been so determined to find the tuning crystal that had been engineered for Crocker Rancourt. I knew there had to be someone else involved. When I realized Larissa had followed you into the restroom, I got what we in the psychic business like to call a real bad feeling. She wasn’t supposed to be here in Vegas. She had told me her assignment at Fogg Lake would last two months.”