“Not if that help also meant helping me, or an investigation he considers mine.”

Jaime shook her head. “Man, and I thought my family was looped. Well, maybe we can use someone else. What about the older Nast boy? The one who came here?”

“Sean?” I said.

“Right. Sure, he’s a bit older than the rest, but I bet he’d be willing to do it. And Ed sure as hell wouldn’t turn down the chance to knock off another Nast.”

“Perhaps,” Lucas said. “But I wouldn’t know where to find Sean. Thomas removed him and Bryce from Miami the day Stephen was killed. Every Cabal family member under thirty has been evacuated.”

“And it won’t take long for Edward to figure that out,” I said. “When he does, we won’t just need to search Miami for him. We’ll have a dozen possible victims, in a dozen different cities, to worry about.”

“We need to move fast,” Lucas said. “To that end, I do have an idea. An instrument of last resort. A clairvoyant.”

“Great,” Jaime said. “Only one problem. Finding one of those would be tougher than finding Ed himself.”

“Not necessarily. I have one among my contacts.”

“Seriously?” Jaime said. “Who?”

“Faye Ashton.”

“She’s still alive?” Cassandra shook her head. “I’m glad to hear it, but I can’t see how she’d be much help. Quite mad.”

I shivered. “That’s what usually happens, isn’t it? To real clairvoyants. Their visions drive them insane. Like the really good nec—” I stopped myself.

“Necromancers,” Jaime said. “Don’t worry, Paige, you’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. By the time my Nan died, she was hardly the picture of mental stability. It’s worse for the clairvoyants, though. If this Faye is well, fey, how can she help?”

“She can, with effort, clear her thoughts temporarily,” Lucas said. “I have an open invitation to use her powers, but given the strain it would place on her already fragile condition, I’ve never accepted her offer. I haven’t visited her at all this trip, knowing that she’s likely heard about the case and would want to help.”

“She’s here?” I said. “In Miami?”

Lucas nodded. “In a private nursing home, a Cortez-run mental-health facility.”

“So your dad’s looking after her?” I said.

“He should. He’s the reason she’s in there.”

The dictionary defines a clairvoyant as someone who can see objects or actions beyond the natural boundaries of sight. That’s a near-perfect description of a true clairvoyant. With the right cues, they can see through the eyes of a person miles away. A good clairvoyant can go beyond mere sight and pick up a sense of their target’s intentions or emotions. It’s not mind reading, but it’s as closeas any supernatural can get.

A clairvoyant is also the closest thing the supernatural world has to a soothsayer. None of us can truly foresee the future, yet a clairvoyant can make educated guesses about a person’s future actions based on their current situation. For example, if they “see” a person nursing a sore tooth, they can “foresee” that person visiting a dentist in the near future. Some clairvoyants attune this deductive skill to the point where they appear to have the gift of prophecy.

I’d never actually met a clairvoyant. Even my mother met only one in her long life. Like spell-casting, it is an inherited gift, but so few people carry the gene that there are only a handful of clairvoyants born each generation, and they learn to hide their gift right from the cradle. Why? Because their powers are so valuable that anyone who finds a clairvoyant, and reports it to the Cabals, would reap a lottery-size reward.

To a Cabal, a clairvoyant is a prize beyond measure. They are the living equivalent of a crystal ball. Tell me what my enemies are plotting. Tell me what my allies are plotting. Tell me what my family is plotting. A Cabal CEO with a good clairvoyant on staff can double his profits and cut his internal problems in half. And the Cabals fully acknowledge the clairvoyants’ value, treating and rewarding them better than any other nonsorcerer employee. So why do the clairvoyants go to extremes to avoid such a dream job? Because it will cost them their sanity.

Good necromancers are plagued by demanding spirits. They’re taught how to erect the mental ramparts but, over time, the cracks begin to show, and the best necromancers almost invariably are driven mad by late middle age. To maintain their sanity for as long as possible they must regularly relieve the pressure by lowering the gate and communicating with the spirit world. It’s like when Savannah wants something I don’t think she should have—after enough pestering, I’ll negotiate a compromise, knowing that will grant me a few months of peace before the pleading starts again. Clairvoyants also live with constant encroachments on their mental barricades, images and visions of other lives. When they lower the gate, though, it doesn’t quite close properly, and gapes a little more each time.

In effect, the Cabals take the clairvoyants and use them up. The power, and the temptation to use it, is so great that they force the clairvoyant to keep “seeing” until the gates crash down and they are swept into a nightmare world of endless visions, seeing everyone else’s lives and losing sight of their own.

That is what Benicio did with Faye Ashton. Lucas’s grandfather had taken Faye as a child, then put her aside for safekeeping until she came into her full powers. By then Benicio was CEO. For twenty years, Faye had been the Cortez clairvoyant. A long life span for a clairvoyant, which may suggest that Benicio tried to conserve her powers, but the end result was the same. She went mad, and he put her in the home where she’d lived for the last decade.