“Michelle? Michelle’s there?” He started to turn his head and turned it back as he felt the car begin to drift.
“Was. She seems to have figured out the trick of getting places without crossing the space in between,” Cally answered drily. “She left before I did. Vanished, actually. Either a very good cloak of some sort or teleported.”
“You’re joking,” Tommy said, shaking his head. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“About my sister?” Cally asked. “Or her vanishing. Neither. That girl has some answers to cough up.”
“What did she want that was worth breaking cover after this long?” Papa asked. He looked surprised and puzzled. No wonder. This was the first personal contact any of them had had from Michelle since they “died.” Cally couldn’t sort the rest of the jumble of emotions out from his face. Hell, she was having trouble sorting out her own.
“She wants to hire us. I don’t know what for. I’m supposed to talk to her again tomorrow night. Did you know she’s apparently rich as Croesus?”
“What, she’s talking about personally hiring us? To hell with that. How is she?” Granpa asked.
“She’s… very Indowy. But seems to be healthy and everything. Could use some extra food in my opinion. She was in mentat’s robes, like always.” They had gotten a hologram a year through Indowy sources until the split seven years ago. Since then, it was more like a hologram every two or three years, whenever the O’Neal Bane Sidhe — and she still winced at the organization’s new name — could get an operative close enough, on some other business, to sneak a picture. It didn’t really matter. They could just replay the old holograms. She never changed.