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Informationen zum Autor Jayne Ann Krentz is the author of more than fifty New York Times bestsellers. She has written contemporary romantic suspense novels under that name, as well as futuristic and historical romance novels under the pseudonyms Jayne Castle and Amanda Quick, respectively. There are more than 35 million copies of her books in print. Klappentext The New York Times bestseller that's "full of fun and thrills...irresistible" ( Seattle Times ) While they hunt for a killer, two gifted psychics take passion to a whole new level... Leseprobe ONE Waikiki . . . The big man in the short-sleeved, orange and purple flowered shirt was going to be a problem in about five minutes. It didn't take a psychic to sense the angry, volatile energy stirring the atmosphere around table five. Any experienced bartender would have picked up on it. For a bartender who just happened to be psychic and who was also an ex-cop, the invisible warning signs had started blazing neon-bright when Mr. Orange and Purple Flowers walked into the Dark Rainbow half an hour earlier. Luther Malone gave the mai tai a quick stir with a swizzle stick and set it on Julie's tray next to the beer and the Blue Hawaii. Julie leaned over the bar to pluck a cherry and a slice of pineapple out of the chilled containers. "Got trouble on five," she said quietly. "The idiot is picking on Crazy Ray. Fortunately for the big fool, Ray hasn't noticed yet." "I'll take care of it," Luther said. Although the hole-in-the-wall establishment was located in Waikiki, they didn't get much tourist trade. Tucked away in a small courtyard half a block off busy Kuhio Avenue, the Rainbow catered to an eccentric group of regulars. Some of the customers, Crazy Ray among them, were more eccentric than others. Ray had long ago dedicated himself to the gods of surfing. When Ray was not surfing, he went into a Zen-like state. Everyone who knew him acknowledged that he was best left in that otherworldly zone. "Be careful," Julie said. She garnished the mai tai with the pineapple and the cherry. "A lot of that bulk is muscle, not fat." "Yeah, I can see that. I appreciate the tip." Julie flashed him a quick smile. "I'd really hate to have anything happen to you, boss. The hours on this job mesh perfectly with my work at the hotel." Like so many others employed in the tourist trade throughout Hawaii, Julie held down two jobs. Life in the islands had its benefits but it was expensive. Friday and Saturday nights she showed up at the Dark Rainbow to help with the dinner rush. Her regular day job was working the front desk at one of the countless small, faded, budget hotels that somehow managed to survive in the shadows of the big beachfront resorts and high-rise condos. In addition to Julie two nights a week, the Rainbow usually employed a dishwasher. That position, however, was currently open. Again. Dishwashers came and went with such relentless frequency that the proprietors, Petra and Wayne Groves, no longer bothered to remember names. They called each one Bud and let it go at that. The most recent Bud had quit the previous night. Evidently the job had interfered with his regular appointments with his meth dealer. The door to the kitchen swung open. Wayne Groves, half owner of the Rainbow, emerged with a tray of platters, each laden with mounds of deep-fried food. Pretty much everything that came out of the Dark Rainbow's kitchen was fried. Wayne came to an abrupt halt, his attention riveted on the man in the orange and purple shirt. Wayne had a lean, rangy build and hard, sharp features that would have suited an old-school gunslinger. His eyes went with the image. They were ice cold. He was sixty-five but could still read the last line on the chart at the eye doctor's. The truth was he could have read a few more lines...
