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I've still got the touch."

Their main course arrived with a flourish. The storm continued to build in the West, crawling across the sky and darkening the landscape. In the distance, people scurried along the walking trail next to Lake Michigan as they saw the oncoming rain and sought shelter. The two young people savored their meal, chatting about old friends and reminiscing about their childhood together. They finished and after their plates were cleared, Justin ordered a scoop of the finest French Vanilla Ice Cream with Creme du Menthe for dessert. After it was delivered, Justine watched as the server disappeared leaving them alone in the southeast corner of the room. "An old terror has arisen, Brother."

"That being?"

"Our Mother."

Justin shook his head. "But she and Dad are in Morocco. I helped send them there. How can she be a threat to us here?"

She looked at him quizzically. "Don't be stupid, Justin. Mom would mess with us just for the fun of it."

"So? If she comes back to this country, she gets arrested for all those charges she was convicted of in absentia. She's on the wanted list."

"Do you think she'd be so stupid as to return on her own passport?"

He put his spoon down and thought. "All right, give. Where's Mother these days?"

Looking around, she saw most of the others in the place had migrated toward the exit, directed by the staff, who was asking them to take shelter by the elevators. The storm was closing in, lightning flashing dramatically, and rain harshly spattered the windows. "Don't you want to go someplace safer?" she asked.

He grinned and looked defiant. "No. If I follow you anywhere, you could knock me over the head and I'd be at your mercy."

"Mother is in Atlanta."

"So? What's in Atlanta?"

"Your little bastard children. That's why Chelsea sent me the e-mail: she did it from a free account and probably from a public library. Mother's moved in with Auntie Pru and Chelsea, playing the doting grandmother role to the hilt and intimidating them. They're scared to death, Mom is working all kinds of little games, set up a house cleaning service for the rich, and gathering information."

"So? How can she hurt us?"

Justine rolled her eyes. "Mother's become a first class hacker. She thinks there's a money line between you and the kids and is looking for it. If she can trace it back to you, you could find yourself broke in a New York minute."

"Good thing we're in Chicago, then. All right, having her here is dangerous enough, although I still don't think she can hurt us."

"You don't care what happens in Atlanta?"

"Well, I really don't enjoy the thought of Prudy and Chels living under Mom's thumb, or what she might program into the kids. Someday I might want to be on good terms with them. I know you: you have a plan."

She smiled and the storm flashed brightly close by, highlighting her face garishly. "Of course, Justin my dear. A pipe dream, I know, but you might be interested. What if we can turn tables on Mother dear?"

"Take charge of her, take her somewhere she can't hurt us? Make her a slave? What about Dad?"

"Dad's still in Morocco. He's built up a modest pile, and installed a harem of locals. Last year he kicked Mom out on her ass, moved to Fez, and set himself up as an Afghani exile. Even calls himself Abu Gosh, and pretends to be Muslim, but he still drinks like a fish and tries to wear out his prostate."

"All right, he's out of the picture as far as we know, but we can track that."

"Don't you trust me, baby bro?"

He smiled as a flash of lightning turned his face grotesque for a moment. "When I last saw you, you were wishing a plague on my house, telling people you never wanted to see me again and I deserved whatever was coming to me. So I could trust you with a lick and promise now?"

"I figured as much," she said, leaning back and smiling, letting the left side of her halter bow outward to reveal more golden skin.

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