"No-no," the old man said. "I see down street for ten. Ten dollah."
"But they're knock-offs. They ain't the real thing. You buy 'em today and tomorrow morning the lenses'll fall out and the temples'll break off. But these, my friend, these are the real deal."
Jack turned away and pretended to browse through a rack of bootleg videos. Nothing Ernie sold was the real deal.
His mind wandered back to Gia. He'd slept over again last night. Nice. He loved waking up next to her. But she'd seemed so jumpy this morning. She'd looked impatient when he'd been making calls, and he'd gotten the impression she'd been waiting for him to leave. He didn't consider himself the easiest person to live with, but was he getting on her nerves already?
The old guy had haggled Ernie down to thirty-five and left wearing his cool shades.
"Hey, Jack," Ernie said, folding the money into his pocket. Too many years of unfiltered cigarettes had given him a frog's vocal cords. "How y'doin'. How y'doin'." He shook his head. "Tough t'make a buck these days, y'know? Real tough."
"Yeah," Jack said, easing up to Ernie's combination display case and counter. Half a dozen faux Rolexes glittered through the crisscrossed scratches in the glass. "Things are tight all around."
"These street guys are killin' me. I mean, what overhead they got? They roll out a blanket or set up a cardboard box and they're in business. They're sellin' the same stuff as me for a fin over cost. Me, you wouldn't believe the rent I gotta pay for this here closet."
"Sorry to hear that." Ernie had been crying poverty since a number of his fake ID sources dried up after the World Trade Center catastrophe. He'd been Jack's main source of driver's licenses and photo IDs for many years. "You get the queer we talked about?"
"Sure did." He pointed to the door. "Make us look closed, will ya?"
Jack locked the door and flipped the open sign to closed. When he returned to the counter, Ernie had a stack of currency on the glass.
"Here she be. Five K of it."
Jack picked up one of the hundred-dollar bills. He snapped it, held it up to the light. Not too crisp, not too limp. "Looks pretty good to me."
"Yeah, it's good work but they're cold as bin Laden's ass. Every clerk from Bloomie's to the lowliest bodega's got that serial number tacked up next to the cash register."
"Perfect," Jack said. Just what he wanted. "What do I owe you?"
"Gimme twenty and we'll call it even." He grinned as he started stuffing the bills into a brown paper bag. "I'll knock the price down to fifteen if you take more off my hands."
Jack laughed. "You're really looking to dump this junk, aren't you."
"Tell me about it. Stuff was golden for a while, but 'bout all it's good for now is lightin' cigars and stuffin' cracks in a drafty room. Can't even use it for toilet paper. Liability having it around."
"Why don't you just burn it?"
"Easier said than done, my man. Especially in the summer. First off, I ain't got no fireplace in my apartment, and even if I did, I wouldn't want to burn it there. And the bums ain't lightin' up their trashcans in this heat, so I can't just walk by and dump a few stacks into the fire. I'm gonna hafta wait till winter. Till then, I'm glad to have someone take even a little off my hands."
"What are friends for?" Jack said, handing him a twenty and taking the paper bag.
Ernie looked at him. "I don't get it. Why you want bad queer when I can get you good? Whatta you gonna do with it?"
Jack smiled. "Buy myself a stairway to heaven."
3
"You're sure you want to go in?" Jack said as he pulled his car into an empty parking spot about half a block from Ifasen's house.
Gia thought about that a second. "Of course. I wouldn't have come otherwise."
He shook his head. "You've never, ever done anything like this before."
She smiled at him. "First time for everything, right?"
Like being a father, she thought.
She was such a coward. Jack had said he was going to pay a call on Ifasen—although he was calling him Lyle now—to pick up a fee, and she'd told him she wanted to come along. She'd explained it as some sort of proprietary interest—after all, she'd found him the job—and had kidded him about collecting a finder's fee.
But she had a more serious reason for going with him. Two of them, in fact.
First, she'd decided to tell him about the pregnancy now rather than later. She wasn't good at hiding things or keeping secrets. It wasn't her nature. Best to put it out in the open where they both could deal with it.
But she hadn't found an opening. Or so she'd told herself during the trip from Midtown to Astoria. Truth was, she simply hadn't been able to admit that she'd been so careless.
She'd tell him on the way home for sure.
The second reason was that she wanted to ask Ifasen—Lyle—about his two-child prediction. The rational part of her brain knew it had been a trick or a lucky guess, or whatever, but another part kept asking, Did he know? And if so, was there any more he could tell her? She knew the questions would keep bouncing around her mind until she had some answers.
Yes, she knew it didn't make sense, and that this wasn't like her, but…
Hey, I'm pregnant. I've got hormones surging every which way. I don't have to make sense.
Jack had his arm around her waist as they walked along the uneven sidewalk toward Lyle's yard.
Lyle… it carried nowhere near the spiritualistic ring, the psychic vibrations of Ifasen.
"You have returned?"
Gia jumped at the sound of a lilting woman's voice behind her. She and Jack turned as one.
"Pardon me?" Gia said.
An Indian woman in a red sari. Gia thought she looked familiar, and then remembered she'd seen her Friday night. Right here in fact. She'd worn a blue sari then, but she had the same big German shepherd on a leash.
"You must not go in there," the woman said. "Very bad for you."
"You told us that the other night," Jack said, "but nothing happened. So why are you—?"
"Something did happen!" Her black eyes flashed. "Earth tremble!"
"So what are you telling us?" Jack said. "If we go in there again there'll be another earthquake?"
"I am telling you it is a bad place, dangerous for both of you."
The woman seemed so sincere, and that struck an uneasy chord within Gia. When her dog looked up at her with his big brown shepherd's eyes and whimpered, it only added to her disquiet.
"Thank you for the warning," Jack said. He took Gia's arm and guided her away, toward the house. "Let's go."
Gia complied, but as they moved away she glanced back over her shoulder to see the woman and her dog staring after them.
She leaned against Jack. "What was she talking about?"
"She could be talking about the house's history, or she might think we're heading in to attend a séance and because of that our salvation is in jeopardy. Who knows?"
Gia glanced back again but the woman and her dog were gone. Moved on, she guessed.
As they headed up the walk toward the house Gia tried to put her unease behind her. To lighten up she pointed to the dead brown leaves on all the foundation plantings.
"Who's his gardener? Julio?"
Jack laughed. "No. Just one phase of the harassment he's been suffering. If all goes well, that will come to an end real soon."
"But no rough stuff, right?"
"Pure subterfuge, my dear, and nothing more."
Good, she could have said. I don't want your child growing up without a father.
But she didn't want to lay that on him just as they walked through Lyle Kenton's door.
The man who had been Ifasen answered Jack's knock. He wore a cutoff Spartans sweatshirt, blue running shorts, and was barefoot.
"Jack," he said, but his smile was weak, distracted. "Right on time. Come on in."
"I don't know if you remember Gia," Jack said. "She was here Friday night with Junie and the rest of us."
"Yes,
of course." He gave Gia a fleeting smile and a quick little bow. "Nice to see you again." He seemed tense.
Jack must have noticed it too. As he guided Gia ahead of him through the door he said, "Something wrong?"
Lyle shook his head. "Some strange stuff going on with the house last night."
"You think it's the Fosters?" Jack looked surprised. "They should be—"
Lyle shook his head. "Definitely not them."
"That's good. Anything I can do?"
His eyes took on a strange look. Not fear, not anger.
More like dismay. "Not in your field. I'll go get your money."
Whatever was going on, he didn't seem to want to talk about it. But maybe he'd talk about Friday night.
"Before you go," Gia said as Lyle started to turn away, "can I ask just one question?"
He stopped and looked at her. "Certainly."
"It's about Friday night… when you were answering those questions we'd written on those cards."
"The billet reading. What about it?"
"Well…" She glanced at Jack who was watching her with a puzzled expression. She felt foolish. He'd already answered the question for her, but she had to hear it again, in the flesh. "I don't know if you remember my question… I asked—"
"'How many children will I have?' Correct? And I told you it would be two, I believe." Another quick half-smile. "Did you want a different answer?"
"I… I want to know why you said that number. Was it just a guess, or was it, I mean, do you know something?"
"Gia," Jack said, "didn't I—"
"I know, Jack, but just let me hear it from him."
Lyle was looking at Jack.
"Go ahead," Jack said. "Tell her." He paused, then added, "The truth."
Lyle hesitated, then shrugged. "Just a guess. Nothing more."
"You're sure? No little voice, no psychic emanations?"
"Just a guess. Anything else?"
"No. That's all. Thanks for your honesty."
Lyle gave another of his little bows and opened a door behind him. As he receded down a hallway, Gia saw what looked like a kitchen and windows opening onto the rear of the house.
"Told you," Jack said when they were alone. He looked a little annoyed that his explanation hadn't been enough.
"I'm sorry, Jack."
"Nothing to be sorry for." He was staring at her. "But is that why you wanted to come along today? To ask him that?"
She nodded. "Dumb, huh."
Maybe it wasn't so dumb, considering her present condition, but she sure felt dumb.
He smiled at her. "Nothing you do is dumb. It's just that I don't understand this sudden fixation on something a complete stranger said."
"I'll explain later… on the way home." I hope.
Jack was still staring at her. "I don't get it. What—?"
Just then Lyle returned with a white, legal-size envelope. He handed it to Jack.
"Here you go. First half. When do you think the second payment will be due?"
"Assuming all goes well," Jack said, "in a few days."
"Phase two is still on for tomorrow afternoon?"
Lyle obviously was trying to be cryptic. He probably didn't know that Jack had told her about the Kentons' problems with Madame Pomerol on the drive out. Gia decided to leave it that way.
She didn't catch Jack's reply because movement in the hallway behind Lyle caught her attention. She rose on tiptoe and craned her neck for a better look.
A pale-skinned girl with long blond hair was walking down the hall toward the kitchen. She was dressed in what looked like riding clothes—breeches and boots. Was there a stable nearby? She looked to be about Vicky's age—couldn't have been more than eight or nine. Gia wondered where she'd come from and what she was doing here.
As the girl turned the corner into the kitchen, she glanced over her shoulder and her blue eyes locked with Gia's. And Gia saw in them a depth of need, of longing that pierced her heart.
Lyle's glance flicked toward her. He must have seen something in her face. "Something wrong?"
"Who's the little girl?"
Lyle whirled as if he'd heard a shot behind him. "Little girl? Where?"
"Right there, in the hall." He was blocking her view now. Gia leaned left to see and found the hall empty. "She was there a second ago."
"There's no girl in this house, big or little."
"I saw her. A little blonde." Gia pointed down the hall. "She was right there, walking toward the kitchen."
Lyle turned and hurried down the hall.
"Charlie!" he called. "Come down here a sec, will you."
Gia followed Lyle, noting the stairway to the second floor on her left. It struck her as an odd design until she realized that the house had been remodeled to accommodate the Channeling Room. She heard Jack behind her.
Lyle angled through the kitchen and leaned into an adjoining room for a quick look. Apparently satisfied no one was there, he went to the open back door. He pushed on the screen door and stood on the small stoop to survey the backyard. The midday sun gleamed off his dreadlocks. After a moment he stepped back inside and stared at Gia as the screen door slammed closed behind him.
"You're sure you saw a little girl?"
"Very."
He turned toward the rear door again. "Then she must have run out through the backyard."
"I doubt that," Jack said.
Gia turned to see him standing next to a door that opened onto a down staircase.
"Why?" said Lyle.
"Because we didn't hear the screen door slam. Unless she took the time to ease it closed before running away, she's still here." He jerked a thumb toward the cellar stairs. "And I bet I know where."
Lyle's brother arrived from the second floor. He wore a tank top and sweat pants with the legs bunched up under the knees; his black-and-white Lugs, with the tongues lolling over their untied laces, looked like thirsty dogs.
Lyle quickly introduced Gia as "Jack's friend" and she was struck by the warmth in Charlie's smile when he bumped knuckles with Jack. The smile faded as Lyle told him about the little girl Gia had seen.
Jack and Gia waited in the kitchen while Lyle and Charlie searched their basement. Jack stepped to the back door and peered through the screen at the small backyard.
Without looking at her, he said, "Did you ever sneak into a stranger's house when you were a little girl?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Did you ever even think about doing such a thing?"
"Never. I'd be scared to death."
"You mean, sort of like Lyle and Charlie are right now?" He turned toward her and lowered his voice. "I'm not saying they're scared to death, but they're sure as hell frightened by something. I don't know about you, but I don't find little girls particularly frightening. So what's really—?"
She heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to see the Kenton brothers emerge from the cellar.
"Empty," Lyle said. "She must have ran out the back door."
"Without making a sound?" Jack said.
Lyle shrugged. "There's no place else she could go." He gave Charlie an uneasy look. "Is there?" Then he turned to Gia. "Are you—?"
"Yes, I'm sure," she said, more sharply than she intended. "I'm not in the habit of hallucinating."
Gia described her fully, leaving out only the longing in the child's eyes.
"A blond kid," Charlie said, rubbing his jaw. "Not many blondes around here, know'm sayin'?"
"Maybe you should keep your doors locked when you're upstairs," Gia said.
Lyle's expression was bleak. "I wish we could."
"I hate to break this up," Jack said, pointing to his watch, "but I've got to pick up some props for my date with Madame Pomerol."
The good-byes seemed strained and strange, with Gia feeling that the Kenton brothers wanted them to go and yet somehow didn't want to be left alone in the house.
"Something going on with those two," Jack said as they walked toward his car. "They're jump
y as mice."
"I wonder why," Gia said. "And I know I saw that little girl, Jack. I can't explain how she got in or how she got out, but I know what I saw."
"I believe you. And the strange thing is, I think the brothers Kenton believe you too, although it seems they'd rather not."
She looked around for the Indian woman. She wanted to say, See? We went in and here we are out again, and nothing happened. But she was nowhere in sight.
Jack opened the car door for her and she slipped into the passenger seat. When he'd seated himself behind the wheel, he turned to her.
"And speaking of belief, now do you believe that his guess about two kids was just that: a guess?"
"I do," she said, thinking, here it is, this is the moment. "But you've got to understand where I'm coming from and why I was obsessing on it."
Jack started the car. "Tell me."
Gia hesitated, then blurted, "I'm pregnant."
4
Jack started to laugh—for a second there he thought Gia had said she was pregnant—and then he saw the look in her eyes.
"Did you say… pregnant?"
She nodded and he saw a glimmer of tears. Joy? Dismay? Both?
Some tiny corner of Jack's brain realized that this was a fragile moment, and it was laboring to find the right thing to say, but the remainder of his brain had gone to mush as he struggled to grasp, to comprehend the meaning of those words…
I'm pregnant.
"M-mi—" He caught himself. He'd been about to say, Mine? A reflex. Of course it was his. "We're having a baby?"
Gia nodded again and now her lower lip was trembling as the tears started to slip down her cheeks.
Jack slipped across the seat and folded her into his arms. She sobbed as she pressed against him and buried her face against his neck.
"Oh, Jack, I didn't mean for this to happen. Don't be mad. It was an accident."
"Mad? Jeez, Gia, why would I be mad? Shocked, yes, baffled too, but mad is the last thing. It's not even on the map."
"Thank God! I—"
"How long have you known about this?"
"Since this morning."
"And we rode all the way out here together and you didn't say a word? How come?"
"I meant to, but…"