Amusement warmed her expression. "You are very observant."
"You have to be when you live on the streets."
"True." She paused, considering me. "Are you after work now?"
I shrugged. "Depends what it is."
"You will earn more in two weeks than you could in a year of regular work."
"Lady, that sounds a little good to be true. What's the catch?"
"You're being paid to have sex with strangers."
I raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"No 'and.' The resort is owned by my... employer."
Employer? Starr was more than just that. "So you're not just a scamming psychic? You're a pimp, as well?"
She stiffened ever so slightly. "I am not pimping you. I am simply offering you an opportunity to make a lot of money."
"Yeah. By having sex. It's called pimping, whether you like it or not."
I studied her for a moment, wondering how fine a line I should walk between reluctance and acceptance. But given Poppy's supposed history, she wasn't likely to be trusting anyone too quickly.
"This is one of those sex-slave scams they've been talking about in the papers lately, isn't it? You know, lure innocents with the enticement of money, then ship them off to parts unknown, to be held captive and abused. Well, I ain't interested, lady." I banged on the glass partition between us and the driver, wincing as the sound echoed through my head. "Hey, you, stop this crate and let me out."
"I promise, this is no scam."
"Yeah, right."
She reached into her pocket, and drew out a business card. Only it wasn't from the employment agency Jack had mentioned, but one of her own cards. And it was her personal address, as well. "If you are interested in hearing more about the job, come and see me tomorrow."
I looked at her, then the card, and finally reached out to take it. "You never did answer my question, you know. About being blind."
She smiled again. "No. But perhaps I will later, if you accept the job."
"If that's supposed to be an enticement, it ain't working."
"If you want an enticement, then perhaps I can teach you to use your telepathy without dropping all your shields."
The car slid to a stop. I wrapped my fingers around the door handle but didn't open it. "And why would you be offering to do that?"
"Because you need it."
"And do you often run around offering psychic training to those who need it?"
"No." Her gaze came to mine. "Only to those who will save us."
"That's the second time you've said that, and it's no clearer now than it was before."
"I guess it isn't." Her gaze fell away as she leaned back in the seat. "I'll see you tomorrow."
It was a dismissal and a statement of fact, all in one. I frowned, but thrust open the door and climbed out. The night had grown colder in the brief time I'd been in the car, the breeze chill. Goose bumps ran across my skin. Thank God I wasn't actually sleeping on the streets tonight. I slammed the car door shut and watched Dia's black limo disappear into the night.
"So," I said, rubbing my bare arms as I looked around to see where I was. "You heard it all?"
"Yes. And I'm mighty disappointed you didn't tell me about the fluctuations in your telepathy strength."