He nodded. “What does that mean to you?”
I put down my own fork, my thoughts racing back to August, to Grayson’s look of anguish while he was under hypnosis, the truth being somehow dragged from him during Persephone’s questioning. Even months later, I could remember how the cords had stood out on his neck, the perspiration on his forehead, even though Paul and Persephone’s air conditioning worked great. “We thought it must be something about the vortexes, but we could never really figure out why.”
“Why does it surprise you that the vortexes would be involved?”
The waitress came by to top off Martin’s coffee right then, so I waited until she was gone before replying, “I don’t know.” I felt myself shrug and added, “That is, they’re a great gimmick to bring in the tourists, and I guess yo
