“Investigators say no,” Mark said.
“Somebody put you in danger to get to us. That’s the way it always is,” her father said.
Warren’s paranoia had been carefully cultivated over a lifetime. Coincidence didn’t exist in his world.
“You know, Dad, not everything is about you.”
“And you think you just happened to be on the one bus that gets hijacked?”
“Stranger things have happened,” she muttered.
A knock came on the door frame. Another visitor peered in—a young woman, a purple headband tying back her cornrows. Analise, carrying another bouquet. She must have decided Celia wasn’t so bad, too. If she’d only known that all she had to do was stop a runaway bus …
“I’m sorry,” Analise said. “I can come back later—”
“No, Analise, come in. It’s okay. Please,” Celia urged her; she wasn’t letting her friend get away. Cautiously, Analise stepped into the room, eyeing the Wests.
This was going to get surreal.
Celia made introductions. “Analise, these are my parents, Suzanne and Warren. Mom, Dad, this is my friend, Analise. And this is Mark Paulson.”
“Hi, nice to meet you.” Analise kept far enough back that she wasn’t obliged to shake hands with anyone. Her gaze rested on Celia. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. When I saw the news and all…”
“I’m fine,” Celia said. They couldn’t talk now about what they really needed to talk about, not with the others here. So, without a word, Celia accepted the truce that had been offered.
Suzanne was studying her. “Have we met before?”
“We went to school together,” Celia said quickly, before Analise had to start making excuses. “You might have met at graduation.”
“Ah.” Suzanne accepted the explanation, and Celia breathed a sigh. Analise was too composed to react at all, except with an earnest smile.
“Hey, looks like we found the party.” Robbie Denton entered, waving at them after knocking on the doorway. Arthur Mentis was with him. The place really was getting crowded.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to see Arthur just yet.
The telepath said, “If you’d rather I come back later—”
“No, it’s okay, come in. Unless you brought flowers, because I don’t think there’s any more room for flowers.”
“No. I brought your attaché. The police released it from evidence.” Arthur lifted her case, and Celia sighed with relief. She didn’t want to have to reconstruct all that information. Hell, she didn’t know anymore what she was going to do with all that information. Her perspective on various recent events seemed to have shifted.
“Thanks,” she said.
Robbie stood by Analise. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Robbie. This is Arthur.”
“I’m Analise. Celia’s friend.” Analise looked stricken; she seemed to have realized she was stuck in a room with the entire Olympiad. And Dr. Mentis the telepath had caught her gaze. He studied her a little too closely.
Celia said, rather brightly, “Thanks for coming, all of you. It’s really nice of you.”
“Of course we’d come visit,” Suzanne said. “Did you think we’d just abandon you?”
Mark and Analise both looked away at that one.
A cell phone twittered. Mark and Warren checked their belts. Mark won. He answered his phone with his name and went out into the hallway.
Warren glared after him. “The cops are useless. They can’t handle a criminal conspiracy like this.”
Celia said, “I’d appreciate it if you not talk about what the cops can’t handle around Mark.”