"Oh, yeah. I guess not."
He decided being a sin was kind of cool.
"Someone was after being hurt as a result of my parishioner hiring you and the lad was afraid he'd sinned. So anyway, I went and bought one of those little disposable cameras and took Mr. Bellitto's picture when he came out. I learned what I could about him—not much, I'm afraid—then called you." Father Ed leaned forward. "Tell me now, would it be true what he said about killing children?"
"It would be," Jack said. "I don't know about the hundreds he told you about, but yeah, more than one. Many more."
Father Ed gasped and crossed himself. "Saints preserve us."
"You hear about that house in Astoria this morning? He was part of that."
"Then I did the right thing. But why was he telling me? Why did he confess?"
"Arrogance, I guess. He kept trophies from his victims on display in his shop. I gather he thought he was some sort of superior being and liked to flaunt it."
"Hubris." The priest shook his head. "Sometimes we can be thankful for it, I suppose." He glanced at Jack. "And where would Mr. Bellitto be now?"
"Gone."
"Gone where?"
"Not sure. Just… gone. And don't worry. He won't be coming back. Ever."
Father Ed took a deep breath. "Like my parishioner, I'm feeling I might have a need to confess. Would that be true?"
Jack shrugged. "Not my call."
"How about you? Would you be needing to confess?"
"I don't think so. I had it on the authority of a good man that I was doing God's work."
EPILOGUE
When Jack arrived at Menelaus Manor two weeks later, Lyle was in the yard watching a landscaper replace the dead foundation plantings. He greeted Jack warmly with a two-handed handshake.
"Jack, how are you? Come on in."
Jack followed him inside to the kitchen where Lyle popped the tops on a couple of Miller Genuine Drafts.
Jack lifted his can. "To Charlie."
He'd died saving Gia's life. Jack would be drinking toasts to him indefinitely.
"Amen to that." After each took a long pull, Lyle said, "How's Gia?"
"Still shaken up, but she's handling it. Having Vicky back has helped a lot."
"And the baby?"
Jack grinned. "Fine."
Gia had had a sonogram two days ago. Too early to tell the sex, but everything was as it should be. What a relief that had been.
But he still hadn't figured out how he was going to become the baby's legal father.
"I'm really glad you could come over, Jack."
"Glad to make it." He meant that. "Would have been by sooner but for all the company you've had."
In the weeks since Charlie's death, the police, using some sort of ground sonar, had recovered eight bodies from the cellar. They were sure they'd found them all. Sweeps of the surrounding grounds had yielded nothing.
Lyle smiled. "Yeah, well, the cops finished up. At last. I've finally got my house back."
"Not that you would've been home much anyway."
During the past week Lyle had been a ubiquitous presence on the tube. Every talk show, from Today and GMA in the morning to Oprah in the afternoon, to the Rose-Leno-Letterman-O'Brien axis at night, had had him on.
"Yeah, I guess I've been doing a bit of traveling, haven't I."
"You're good on the tube." True. Came across as a very personable, likable guy. "You ought to have your own show."
He laughed. "Been offered two already." His smile faded. "But I might have to broadcast from jail if they link me to Adrian Minkin."
Minkin's body had been found the following day when clerks from Bellitto's store came looking for him.
"They won't. We left that place clean."
Lyle shook his head. "What a night. I still can't believe I was there. Did you hear the latest? Eli Bellitto is a possible suspect."
"Speaking of Eli," Jack said. "Where is he?"
"I have no idea. Not a trace of him in the house."
"So he just vanished, body and all?"
"Tara has him."
Jack was struck by the certainty in his tone.
"Hope she's having fun with him."
Lyle nodded. "She is. Oh, she is."
Again that certainty. "How about visits from Tara?"
"Not a one. She's gone for good." Lyle frowned. "But Bellitto's circle of child killers is still around. I wish there was a way to give them a share of their leader's fate."
"I've taken care of that," Jack said.
"How?"
"Made a call that night to a pair of brothers I know." The Mikulski brothers. Jack saw no reason Lyle needed to know their name. "Told them Bellitto's address and that I'd left the door open. They called me the next day. Said they paid a visit, went through his files, stole his computer's hard drive. Lots of interesting stuff there, including names and addresses of Eli's ring."
"Are they detectives?"
"No." Jack didn't know the Mikulskis' story, and figured he could live without knowing it. "But they've got a thing for pedophiles."
"A thing?"
"Yeah." Jack leaned against the counter and took another sip. "They're very serious about this. They know my word's good, but even so they won't take it. They'll check out the guys on Eli's list themselves—watch them, break in and toss their digs. Once they're satisfied someone's the real deal, they'll make their move. People will start to disappear."
"You mean, they'll kill them?"
"Eventually."
"Eventually?"
"Yeah. Eventually they'll die. Long after they want to."
Lyle rotated his shoulders, as if shaking off a chill. "What else have you been up to?"
"Still trying to figure out the whats and whys of what happened here. Especially Tara telling Gia that something wants her dead."
"I've been chewing on that one too. It has to be the Otherness you told us about."
"I thought you couldn't buy into that."
Lyle looked at him. "I buy into a whole lot more than I used to. You said this Otherness feels it's got a score to settle with you. The best I can figure it is maybe it can't strike at you directly. Maybe something's guarding your back. So it tries to strike at you indirectly, through the people you love."
Jack had wondered about that. Kate was gone, and the Otherness probably deserved the rap for that. And if things had gone differently two weeks ago, Gia, Vicky, and his unborn child would be gone too.
Lyle sipped and said, "Let's take Tara at her word: The Otherness brought her back to get Gia. She was certainly playing to Gia all along. But somewhere along the line Tara developed her own agenda. I guess the Otherness can't always fine-tune the forces it sets into motion."
"But what about Bellitto? The day after the earthquake when we assume Tara returned, he decides to taunt a priest with his past killings and the one he's planning for the following week."
"Not entirely out of character."
"But he chooses a priest that just happens to have heard of me through that same confessional."
Lyle shrugged. "Strange, isn't it. Stranger than I ever could have imagined. Maybe the Otherness isn't the only force operating here. What about that Indian lady who popped into the garage and knew all about what was going on? What side is she playing for?"
"Her own, for all I know. You seen her since?"
"Not a trace. Used to see her walking her dog past the house a lot, but not once since that night."
Jack had been wondering about the Indian lady. Something about her reminded him of another woman who'd popped up a few months ago with her own set of dire warnings, then vanished. She'd had a dog too, but she'd been older and had sounded Russian.
What's happened to my life? Jack thought. He wanted to scream the question. Bad enough that something seemed to be moving him around a cosmic chessboard, but Gia and Vicky… they were noncombatants… they shouldn't be involved.
But then, maybe there were no noncombatants in this c
onflict.
"What's the answer then?"
"Wish I knew," Lyle said. "We seem to be at the mercy of unknown forces. All we can do is go with the flow and fight like hell to keep our heads above water."
"'We'?"
"Yes. All of us. Remember that coming darkness I told you I saw? Well, it's still coming."
Jack didn't want to mention to Lyle that he'd claimed to see himself and his brother still together after the darkness was over.
"Where do you plan to ride it out? Back in Michigan?"
Lyle shook his head. "No way. I'm staying right here and doing my thing."
"Without Charlie?"
"That's what I wanted to see you about. Come back to the Channeling Room."
Jack followed him but stopped on the threshold when he saw the coffin—a simple pine box—in the middle of the floor.
"Is that…?"
Lyle nodded. "Charlie. The autopsy confirmed that he died of smothering, so the police finally released his body. I had it delivered here. Ostensibly to have a wake and ship it back to Michigan, but I'm going to bury Charlie in the cellar. I'd like your help."
The request jolted Jack. "What? I mean, of course I'll help but—"
"It's what Charlie wants. He wants to stay here."
"He does?" Had Lyle lost it? "How do you know?"
"He told me."
"Really."
Lyle laughed. "You should see your face, man! You think the cheese has slid off my cracker, don't you." He looked around. "Charlie? Look who's come to see you. Say hello!"
Jack listened, expecting a trick, but heard nothing. He did notice Charlie's coffin begin to move. He watched it rise into the air, stop with its base four feet off the floor, do a 360-degree turn, then lower back to the carpet.
"Pretty good," Jack said. "How'd you work it?"
"It's not a trick, Jack." He walked over to the séance table and pointed to the Tarot deck sitting there. "The night after Charlie died I was sitting here, mourning him, when the tarot deck flipped itself over, fanned itself out, and the Hermit card rose in the air and hung right in front of my face. The Hermit. That was Charlie's card. That was what he'd started calling himself."
And then the deck did just as Lyle had described, leaving the Hermit card floating not six inches from Jack's nose.
Jack snatched the card out of the air, inspecting it for invisible thread. He found none.
"Got to hand it to you, Lyle. That's excellent."
"Not a trick. I swear, Jack." He had tears in his eyes. "Charlie's back. I mean, he never really left. Come look."
He took Jack's arm and led him into what had been Charlie's control room. It was nearly empty. "When the police started digging around in the basement, I figured it was only a matter of time before they moved upstairs to check things out. I remembered what had happened to Madame Pomerol after they searched her place and didn't want that happening here. So I started dismantling Charlie's equipment. Just as well, since we won't be needing it."
Jack heard a chime and turned. The old temple bell that Charlie had carried around to collect the envelopes on Jack's first visit was floating toward him through the air.
"I have powers in this house, Jack, and I'm going to use them. I'm dropping the Ifasen role and just playing myself. Charlie will still be backing me up—but only on the condition that we give value for value. So that's what we'll do. No tricks, no bullshit."
A deck of tarot cards lifted off the round séance table and sprayed itself at Jack.
Lyle laughed. "The Kenton brothers are still a team, Jack. But now we're the real deal. The only real deal in town."
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