The knowledge made him more than uneasy. It worried him as nothing else had for a long time. Last night, after he had surfaced from the pool of desire in which he had been submerged, he had finally recognized the nature of the danger in which he found himself.
Where Zinnia was concerned, he was deep into a new uncharted matrix. He had to be careful. He had to remain in control.
"Let's go into my office." He did not glance back as he turned and led the way into the gilded chamber.
Behind him he felt Leo hesitate and then follow. Feather shifted slightly. Nick shook his head.
"It's okay. I don't think he's going to hit me again. Are you, Leo?"
"Depends," Leo muttered. He walked through the door and gazed around the red, black, and gilded chamber with an expression of acute amazement. "Sheesh. I guess it's sort of obvious that you and Zinnia don't have a lot in common when it comes to taste." He glared at Nick. "Or anything else for that matter."
"Your sister is an adult." Nick pressed the hidden switch to open the secret panel. "Why don't you let her make her own decisions?"
"Most of the time Zinnia is good at figuring out people." Leo stepped warily into the concealed office. "But you're a matrix."
"She told you that?" Nick crossed the room to open the door of the small private bath.
"Yeah."
Nick studied his cut lip in the mirror over the sink. A thin trickle of blood coursed down his chin. He turned on the water. "What does my being a matrix-talent have to do with anything?"
"Are you serious? Being a matrix is bad enough. But on top of everything else, Zinnia's got a soft spot in her heart for matrix-talents." Leo began to pace the room. "She feels sorry for them. Thinks they're delicate and misunderstood. Lord knows why."
Nick looked at his own reflection. The eyes that stared back at him could have belonged to a ghost. Whatever it was he wanted from Zinnia, it was definitely not pity.
He leaned over the sink to rinse the blood from his mouth. "Did your sister tell you that she and I have formed a partnership?"
"Partnership? That's shit synergy and you know it." Leo leveled a finger at him. "Guys like you don't form partnerships, especially not with women like Zinnia. You use people."
Nick finished washing off the blood and snagged a towel. "What do you know about men like me?"
"You're a matrix-talent and you run a casino. That says it all as far as I'm concerned. Look, I came here to tell you to leave my sister alone."
"Why don't you tell her to leave me alone?"
"I tried doing that." Leo grimaced. "But she's made up her mind to find out who killed Morris Fenwick and she believes that you can help her. The problem is that once Zinnia decides to do something, it's almost impossible to talk her out of it. She's got a stubborn streak."
Nick smiled ruefully. "I've noticed."
"You seduced her last night, didn't you? You took her to the old Garrett estate and you took advantage of her."
"I took her to the new Chastain estate, not the old Garrett estate."
"Damn it, I don't care what you call it. I know how you got your hands on that mansion. It will always be the old Garrett estate as far as people in this town are concerned. That's not the point. I'm talking about what you did to my sister."
"Did Zinnia tell you that I seduced her?"
"She won't discuss it." Leo stalked back and forth. "Says it's none of my business. She thinks she can handle you. But I saw today's edition of Synsation. And so did just about everyone else in New Seattle. It was pretty obvious what you'd done to her."
"I'm sorry about the picture in the paper." Nick tossed the towel into the hamper. "I tried to prevent it."
"She told me that you took the film out of the photographer's camera, but obviously you didn't. You probably lied to her."
"Why would I do that?"
"Damned if I know." Leo shrugged. "You're a matrix. Who the hell knows how you think? Maybe it suits your purposes to have her name linked with yours. Maybe you've decided it's a way to ensure her cooperation in this so-called partnership. My guess is you need her to help you find that journal you're after."
"Not a bad conspiracy theory." Nick switched off the bathroom light and walked to the desk. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you had a touch of matrix-talent, yourself."
"Look, I want you to leave my sister alone, Chas-tain. Do you hear me?"
"I hear you." Nick halted in front of the desk and leaned back against the edge. He braced his hands on either side and waited until Leo looked at him. "But you just told me, yourself, that there's no stopping Zinnia once she makes up her mind to do something."
"She was always independent." Leo's mouth tightened into a grim line. "But after our parents died, I swear, she developed a will of iron. She was the one who had to handle the bankruptcy and the bad press that surrounded it. The rest of the family was worse than useless. Aunt Willy and the others fluttered and fretted and carried on as if the loss of the company was more awful than the loss of Mom and Dad."
"I see."
"Most of our relatives went into hiding. They claimed they couldn't handle the humiliation of it all. It was Zinnia who had to deal with the creditors and the reporters and all the wolf-dogs at the door."
"That kind of experience can either make or break a person."
"Yeah, and that wasn't the end of it. A year and a half ago she got dragged into another mess."
"The Eaton scandal."
Leo stopped near a wall and slammed his palm against it. "The Eatons used her to hide the fact that they were involved in a three-way sex thing with a Founders' Values politician named Dana Gardener. The papers made it look as if Zinnia had been having an affair with Rexford Eaton. It was all a lie."
"The Eatons in a menage-a-trois with Daria Gardener? Interesting." Nick filed that fact away for later analysis. During the last election Gardener had tried to use Chastain's Palace as an example of the sort of business she intended to clean up in New Seattle.
"And now the family has the gall to put pressure on Zinnia to marry money. They don't care about her happiness. All they care about is regaining their position in society."
Nick listened to the old anger spill forth. Leo's rage vibrated in the air. The punch in the jaw a few minutes ago was not just the result of seeing the photo in today's issue of Synsation. It was the culmination of several years of a younger brother's simmering frustration over his own inability to protect his sister.
"Leo, I understand what you're telling me. I know you want to take care of Zinnia. So do I. But as you said, she's set on finding Fenwick's killer. That could be a dangerous business."
Leo whirled around. "For God's sake, don't you think I know that?"
"You just admitted that you can't convince her to abandon the project. The next best thing you can do is make sure she's got someone around who can keep an eye on her. Someone who can make sure that she doesn't get in over her head."
Leo shot him a disgusted look. "And that someone is you, I assume?"
"Think about it. As her partner, I'm in the best possible position to look after her. I can control the situation. Take me out of the matrix and you'll have a lot more to worry about than you do already."
There was a short fraught silence while Leo processed that.
"Damn." Leo came to a halt, his hands knotted on his hips. He looked around as if searching for something to kick. "Damn."
Nick assessed the various possibilities and probabilities. He had enough problems without adding the complications of an enraged, suspicious Leo to the list. His best course was to get the younger man on his side and he needed to establish the alliance quickly.
"Someone just gave me the name of the forger who produced the fake copy of my father's journal," Nick said quietly. "I was on my way to talk to him when you showed up. Want to come with me?"