"Idiotic."
"Most legends are." He smiled. "But that doesn't stop them from being fascinating, and I'm sure the stories increased the value of the statue. We're a culture intrigued by fairy tales."
"I'm not. What's your point?"
"I don't know if there is one. I know only that Cassie must have run from her bedroom straight to the Wind Dancer that night."
"That's ridiculous." Melissa got up from the bed. "Everyone knows she ran to her nanny for protection." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "It's stupid to assume she'd run to an inanimate object at a moment like that."
"I'm not sure." Jessica frowned. "Her father said she was terribly fond of it. She'd make up stories about the statue and play in the library where he kept it."
"It's dumb," Melissa said fiercely. "The statue has nothing to do with any of this."
"How do you know?" Travis gazed at her with speculation. "Did she confide in you in one of your nightmare trysts?"
"I'm just being logical. Neither of you seems to know the meaning of the-" She strode toward the bathroom. "Excuse me."
Jessica blinked as the door slammed behind Melissa. "Well, no one can say my sister doesn't have decided opinions."
"Have you ever discussed the Wind Dancer with her?"
"Only casually. Naturally, I told her the circumstances of Cassie's trauma." She shook her head. "I'm sure she didn't mean to blow up. She's been under a good deal of stress lately, and she didn't want her study time interrupted."
"She didn't hurt my feelings." He leaned back. "Have you ever considered going back to Vasaro and re-creating the scene there?"
"Not if there's any other way. Too traumatic. The cure could be worse than the illness."
"But you've considered it?"
"I've considered every step imaginable. Even if I wanted to take Cassie to Vasaro, her father absolutely refuses to allow it."
"Oh, that could be a problem." He thought for a moment. "What about the Wind Dancer? That's part of the picture."
"Andreas lent it to the Museum d'Andreas in Paris."
"I'm checking to see if the statue is going on tour anytime in the near future."
"You are?" She looked at him in surprise. "Then you do believe there's a connection."
"I don't know. I'm grabbing at straws, but if we could take her to Paris and arrange for her to-"
"The President is not going to permit her to go anywhere until the people who attacked Vasaro are found." She stared meaningfully at him." Isn't that your job?"
"I'm working on it." He smiled as he recalled that that was the phrase Melissa had used. "Maybe we can ask Melissa to broach the subject of the Wind Dancer during the next episode with Cassie."
"After that reaction?"
"Persuade her." He stood up. "The clock's ticking. If we don't make a breakthrough soon, we may be forced to take radical action."
"Radical? Things are going just fine. I don't intend to rock the boat."
He gave her a sober glance. "Rock it, Jessica."
She was going to throw up.
No, she could stop it, Melissa told herself It wasn't as if it hadn't happened before. Just don't think about it and do the usual things. She bent over the washbasin and splashed cold water in her face.
But it hadn't happened before. Not like this. Dreams were dreams. This was reality.
Damn him. She should have known Travis would dig and probe until he came up with a lead. It wouldn't do him any good. She would stop him and it would go no further.
Emerald eyes staring…
Sweet Jesus…
She rushed to the toilet and threw up.
"You look pale." Jessica frowned worriedly as she watched Melissa come down the stairs. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Melissa smiled. "I've probably been hitting the books too hard. I've been cooped up in that room all day. If you're feeling sorry for me, you could get me a lemonade and come and keep me company on the porch. I need some air before I go back to the grind."
"I could use a glass myself." She headed for the kitchen. "Go on out. I'll be with you in a minute."
Melissa settled on the swing and sent it moving gently. It was a hot, muggy night, and she could hear the frogs croaking in the pond behind the house. Summer sounds. Life sounds. Wonderful…
"Daydreaming?" Jessica handed her a glass and sat down beside her. "You look a lot better."
Melissa laughed. "I'm not sure that's a compliment. It's dark out here."
"There's moonlight."
Melissa looked up at the sky. "Yes, there is."
Silence.
"Mellie, why did you blow up this afternoon?" Jessica asked hesitantly.
"I was waiting for that question. I worried you, didn't I? You thought I was irrational, and considering the fact that you're not sure how well balanced I am anyway, it-"
"That's not true. I know there's nothing wrong with you. I just wondered why you got so upset."
" I'm sure you gave Travis all kinds of excuses for my lapse."
"Of course I did. Maybe a couple of them might even have merit." She sipped her lemonade. "We never kept secrets from each other. Talk to me, Mellie."
It wasn't true. She had kept so many secrets from Jessica since she had come back from the other place, but she was glad Jessica had never been aware of that lack of trust. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you I was really-" She shook her head. "Okay, I don't want Travis to get too interested in the Wind Dancer."
"Why not?"
"He's like a steamroller. Once he sets his sights on something, he won't stop."
"That's not always a bad trait."
"It can be. Sometimes people get swept along into places they shouldn't be in. All it takes is one push and it sets things toppling…like dominoes."
"And what does that have to do with the Wind Dancer?"
"That's what Cassie is trying to find in the tunnel."
Jessica went still. "You're sure?"
"Oh, yes."
"But that's a good thing to know. We can build on that. Maybe Travis's idea about using the Wind Dancer isn't too bad if we can figure out a way to-"
"No." Melissa tried to temper the sharpness of her tone. "You don't understand. It's not…it's a bad…feeling. Delving into it might hurt Cassie."
"She's afraid of it?"
She didn't answer directly. "You don't want to open that can of worms."
"I know you're concerned for Cassie, but you don't understand all the psychological ramifications of her condition. You'll have to trust me to work it out."
"Forget about the statue."
"I can't forget anything that might help Cassie. You can't either, Mellie. We have to work together."
"Half the time you don't even believe what I tell you about Cassie's nightmares."
"So I have a few problems in that area. But I do believe what you say about Cassie trying to find the Wind Dancer, because when I showed her the photograph, she-"
"You told me you didn't actually see a reaction." She smiled sardonically. "What are you? Some kind of spook like me?"
"Not fair. I've never called you a spook." She paused. "The Wind Dancer is the only lead we have. We have to pursue it, Mellie. I want you to promise me that you won't reject Cassie if she opens up the subject."
Melissa was silent.
"Please." Jessica sighed. "We have to help Cassie, and I don't know which way to turn."
What difference did it make? Melissa thought wearily. The dominoes were falling and she couldn't stop them by pretending they didn't exist. "I won't encourage it, but I won't reject it. Is that enough?"