"Who's Rafe?" she said.
Mr. Veilleur said, "I believe we've found your son, Mrs. Treece."
"Jimmy?" she said, her fingers digging into Bill's arms. "You've found Jimmy?"
Jimmy . She'd named the boy after her late husband, Bill's old friend Jim Stevens.
Bill descrjbed Rafe to her and she nodded slowly.
"That SQunds like him."
She fished in her purse and came up with a wrinkled photo. She handed it to Bill. His knees weakened as he stared down at a slim, dark, handsome teenage boy who looked more like Sara than Rafe.
"That's him," he croaked.
"What's he done?" she said softly.
Bill could barely stand, let alone speak. Still clutching the photo, he stepped back and found a seat. Rafe was Carol's son?
But Veilleur had said Rafe was some sort of evil immortal whose real name was Rasalom.
"Someone had better explain this to me," Bill said.
Veilleur closed the nurse in the bedroom with his wife, then the four of them seated themselves in the living room. Carol was introduced to Renny. Bill noticed that the detective looked as confused as Bill felt.
"Last night I told you both about Rasalom," Veilleur said. "He was killedor at least appeared to have been killedin 1941 at a place called the Keep in a small pass through the Transylvanian Alps."
"Who killed him?" Renny said. Bill supposed it was a natural question for a cop to ask.
"I did," Veilleur said. 'The power I had served for so long released me then and so I assumed it was over at last. Apparently I was wrong. Over the past few decades I have pieced together the following sequence of events. It seems that at the time of Rasalom's death, Dr. Roderick Hanley was successfully growing a clone of himself here in New York. For some reason, perhaps due to something unique about a clone, Rasalom was able to move into the body of the child who would eventually grow up to be James Stevens."
The name hit Bill like a punch.
"Then it's true?" Bill said, looking at Carol. "All those stories about Jim being a clone were true?"
Carol nodded. "Yes. All true."
"But Rasalom could not control the clone's body," Veilleur said. "He could use the body as a vessel for his life force and nothing else. He was trapped, an impotent passenger in Jim Stevens's bodyuntil Jim fathered a child. When that happened, he moved into the new life the instant it was conceived within Carol."
"All that Antichrist talk," Bill said, remembering Jim's violent death and the pursuit of Carol by the Chosen.
Carol shrugged helplessly, almost apologetically.
"But I never really believed all the things my Aunt Grace and those awful people with her said about my baby. So I fled with Jonah to Arkansas where Jimmy was born. He was a perfectly normal infant during the first few months, but it wasn't long before I began to suspect there was something wrong with him, something malignant about him. I blamed my feelings on all the horrors I'd gone through while I was carrying him, all the terrible things that had been said about him, about him being the
Antichrist and all that. But after a while I realized that there was no question about it: Jimmy was not a normal child. Physically, he grew and developed at a normal rate, but mentally he was unlike any child who has ever lived."
She paused and Bill noticed that she shuddered.
"How?" he said.
Staring at the corner of the ceiling as she spoke, she gave a brief summary of fifteen years spent with a child who was never really a child, who had never needed a parent.
"Finally, at age fifteen, he walked out on me. After he was gone, I distributed the balance of the fortune to various charitiesI wanted no part of itand came back to New York. I met a man, we got married, I'm getting by. Mr. Veilleur contacted me a few years ago. We've been meeting and talking about Jimmy. I don't know if I believe him about Jimmy being this Rasalom he talks about, but I don't know if I disbelieve him either. It explains so many of the terrible things that have happened since he was conceived." She looked at Renny, then at Bill. "But what's he done to you?"
Bill told Carol about Sara and what she had done to Danny five years ago; he told her about Rafe and how he was twisting Lisl, and what they had done to Ev.
"But Mr. Veilleur doesn't think they were his real targets," he concluded. "He thinks Rafe or whoever he is has really been out to hurt me. Is that possible?"
Carol nodded. "He hates you."
Bill was struck speechless for a moment.
"Me? What did I ever do to him?"
"You almost killed him."
As Bill listened in awe, she went on to remind him of her botched attempt to seduce him that afternoon in the Hanley mansion, of how the seduction had ended when she'd started to miscarry the child she hadn't known she was carrying.
"He almost died then," she said, "and he blames you, Bill."
"Me? But'I had nothing"
"You had everything to do with it," Veilleur said. "Mrs. Treece has told me of the incident. It's plain to me that Rasalom influenced her from within her womb, causing her uncharacteristic behavior. But it was your refusal to yield to her, to hold to your vowsit didn't matter that the God to whom you made those vows doesn't existit was your determination to continue on the course you had chosen for your life, toward what you believed was right that caused the near miscarriage." He shook his head in dismay. "And it was a complete miscarriage of fate that you got her to the hospital in time to save her child. For it was that child who has come back to ruin your life."
Bill's mind rebelled against what he was hearing.
"He did that to Danny because I refused her? And now he's after Lisl for the same reason?"
"I believe he also set fire to your parents' house," Veilleur said. "It was no accident that they died on the same date as your friend Jim Stevens. He was sending you a message. You have been the target all along, Father Ryan. You hurt him and he does not forgive."
"But they were innocent!"
"But useful to Rasalom. Think: You'd already taken vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience. He could not ruin you financially or slaughter your wife and children, so he chose another route of attack."
"Why didn't he just kill me?"
"Too quick. No sustenance from that. Even physical pain gives him only a fraction of what he derives from psychic pain, from fear, hatred, self-doubt. His purpose appears to have been to utterly ruin you from within. To do that he stripped you of your support systemyour family, your friends, your freedom, your religious order, your god, your very identity. He wants you to doubt yourself, to question the worth of your life, the usefulness of continuing it. He destroyed everything that gave meaning to your life, that made you who you are, expecting you to turn against your values and wallow in doubt and misery and self-pity. And then, hopefully, to commit the ultimate act of despair: suicide. He almost succeeded five years ago, but you refused to give up. So now he's returned to finish the job."
Bill sat there numb, in shock.
"But why is he wasting his time with me? If he's so powerful, if he's out to change the world into some awful place, why expend so much effort on me?"
"First of all, it gives him great pleasure. And in a hellish way it's a testimony to you that he felt he had to level such a devastating assault against you. He must respect your strength of character. He may even fear you. But the real reason he's taken the time to shatter your life is that he's afraid to reveal himself just yet. He's been biding his time, accumulating power, amusing himself while he grows stronger."
"He was afraid of a red-haired man when he was growing up," Carol said. "But we never saw him. Who was that?"
Veilleur sighed. "Me."
They all stared at the old man. Finally Renny said what was on Bill's mind.
"You've got to be kidding!"
"Not as I am today," Veilleur said quickly, "but as I used to be. I am the red-haired man Rasalom fearsor rather I was. He still thinks I am a vigorous, younger man, brimming with all the power of the opposing force, wa
iting for him to show himself so that I can bring the full power of that force to bear on him."
"So," Bill said. "You were the last to oppose him? Who before you?"
"No one."
"But you said this has been going on for ages."
Veilleur nodded.
"Then you're" Bill couldn't grasp it, didn't want to try right now. "But then who represents this opposing force now?"
Veilleur's expression was bleak.
"No one. When Rasalom appeared to be dead, the battle appeared to be won, so the opposing force left this sphere. And I began to age as everyone else one year at a time. So now there is no one on earth to oppose him."
Suddenly Bill was afraidfor the world, but especially for Lisl.
"I've got to go back," he said, rising to his feet.
"Bill, you can't be serious!" Carol said.
Bill felt his fear swell into waves of murderous rage, roaring through him like a storm surge.
"He killed my parents, mutilated Danny Gordon, and God knows what else. I'm not sitting pat up here while he does whatever he pleases with the people I left behind."
Renny was on his feet too.
"I'll go with you. I've got some unfinished business with this bozo myself."
"I want to come too," Carol said. "Maybe I can talk some sense into him."'
"Do you really believe that?"
"No," she said, her lips trembling. "But I feel I've got to try."
"I believe I'll come too," Mr. Veilleur said.
"Are you up to it?"
Bill felt the full intensity of his blue-eyed gaze.
"You can't stop him, but you can frustrate him, hamper him. I have this feeling that you're a man who can do it. It will be a small victory, meaningless in the long run, but I'd like to see it. I'll have to stay in the background, of course. Under no circumstances must he know about me. Understood?" One after another, he stared at each of them. "If he sees me like this he will know he's free to make this worldquite literallya living hell."
As Mr. Veilleur went to give the nurse instructions as to the care of his wife during his absence, Bill began calling the airlines to check out the flight schedules. He was possessed by a dreadful rising urgency to get back to Pendleton.
THIRTY
North Carolina
Ev was gone.
They'd removed what was left of him from the front of the truck, put him on a stretcher, and roared off to the nearest hospital. Lisl vaguely remembered being guided to the back seat of a State Police cruiser that then followed the wailing ambulance. Before the ride, and after while sitting in the waiting area of the hospital emergency room, she answered countless questions; but now she could remember neither the questions nor her answers. She only remembered that E. R. doctor coming out and saying what everybody already knew: Everett Sanders was DOA.
She'd prepared herself for the news and so she was able to maintain a calm front when it came. They wanted to hold her for observation, saying she looked as if she was in shock, but Lisl adamantly insisted she was okay. Finally they took her back to the truck step and her car. She drove away and got as far as the next rest area; she pulled in, stopped in a deserted corner of the parking lot, and went to pieces.
And finally, when she could cry no more, when her sob-wracked chest and abdomen could take no more, Lisl sat and stared blindly through the windshield. She kept her eyes open as much as possible because every time she closed them she saw the sad, defeated, accusing look on Ev's face in the instant before the truck slammed into him.
Never in her life, not even in the depths she'd plunged to after her divorce from Brian, had she felt so utterly miserable, so completely worthless.
All my fault.
No not all her fault. Rafe's too. Rafe had played a major role in Ev's death. That didn't exculpate her one bit, Lisl knew, but Rafe more than deserved to share her guilt. He'd erased Ev's computer files, perhaps the final shove that had sent Ev on that fatal walk onto the interstate. Rafe should know that he'd contributed to a man's death.
Lisl reached for the ignition key. Her limbs felt weak, leaden, as if they belonged to someone else. She had to concentrate on every movement. She got the car started and headed back to Pendleton.
The morning sun was unreasonably bright, glaring in her eyes as she drove. Traffic was Saturday-morning light but she stayed to the right, not trusting her exhausted reflexes at the higher speeds. The sun had disappeared behind a low-hanging sheet of cloud by the time she reached Pendleton. The town was coming to life then but the Parkview complex was still quiet. She pulled up to Rafe's condo and didn't hesitate. She went straight to his front door and pounded on its glossy metal surface. Silence inside. She pulled out her key and unlocked the door.
"Rafe?" She stepped inside. "Rafe?" She stopped on the threshold of the living room and stared in shock.
The room was empty. Stripped. The furniture, the paintings, even the rugsgone.
What's going on?
"Rafe!"
She hurried from room to room, the clack of her shoes on the hardwood floors echoing through the emptiness. Each was the same. All traces of Rafe's presence had been completely stripped away.
Except in the kitchen.
Something was on the counter. Lisl hurried over and saw that it was a slip of paper and a test tube. She picked it up and sniffed its open enda trace of the mild odor of ethanol. She knew this tube. The last time she had seen it she had just emptied its contents into Ev's orange juice.
She lifted the slip of paper with her other hand and peered at it. Numbers and code words in Rafe's handwritingcomputer access codes.
Ev's codes.
Weak, numb, feeling lost and very much alone, Lisl turned in a slow circle and stared at the condo's empty rooms.
Gone. Rafe had packed up and vanished. No good-bye, no note of explanation. Just gone. Not even a snide, nasty note, telling her that she hadn't lived up to his standardsshe would have preferred that to nothing. She now knew what his standards were and she wanted no part of them.
But the test tube and the access codesthey transfixed her. To take everything else and leave only them was calculated cruelty. Brilliant cruelty. Hard evidence of what she had done, reminders that she had made possible everything that had happened.
She stared down at them, then closed her eyes.
Ev's face stared back at her from the inner surface of her lids.
With a cry she gripped the cowrie slung from her neck and pulled, breaking the gold chain. She flung the necklace across the room and fled Rate's apartment.
She drove to Will's place but it was just as she'd left it in the early hours of the morningempty. At least his furniture was still here, but where was Will? It didn't look as if he'd been back since she'd been here.
An awful thought struck her: Was he in on this too?
No, that was too crazy, too paranoid. Indeed, Rafe had something weird going on in his head, but Will wasn't part of it, she was sure. But where was he?
She gave up and headed for home. On the way, it began to rain.
For an instant, as she entered her apartment, she had the feeling that Rafe might be there waiting for her. But no, it was empty.
Empty just like her, just like her whole life. She'd never felt so alone, so cut off. If only there was someone she could call, talk to. But she'd never had any really close friends here, and since becoming involved with Rafe she'd grown away from the few she might have called. And her parentsoh, God, she couldri't talk to them even about simple things, so how could she discuss this ? Will was the only one, and he'd disappeared.
She went into the bedroom and fell across the rumpled sheets. Sleep. That might do it. Just a few hours respite from the grief, the guilt, the loneliness. She'd be able to function then.
But function at what? Go back to the math department? After what she'd done? Slide up in the pecking order with no fuss because Ev was no longer in the way? How could she do that?
Lisl sat on the edge of her
unmade bed and tried to visualize her future. She saw nothing. It was as if she'd been struck blind. In a sudden panic she reached into her night table for the bottle of Restoril.
Sleep. I've got to get some sleep!
But no way was she going to get any with Ev staring back at her every time she closed her eyes.
She took the bottle to the bathroom and swallowed two capsulestwice the normal dose, but she was sure she'd need it. She looked at herself in the mirror, at her hollow, haunted face, her guilty eyes.
You worthless piece of shit.
Amid a rush of fresh tears, she poured a dozen more capsules into her hand and washed them down, then a dozen or so more, and again, until the bottle was empty. It had been almost fullmaybe ninety capsules. She dropped it into the sink and shuffled back to her bed to wait for sleep, and for peace, permanent peace. This would fix it. No more guilt, no more pain.
She lay on her back and listened to the rain outside. She stared at the ceiling, forcing her eyes to fix on a crack above her, keeping them open to ward off visions of Ev's last moment alive.
Finally the growing lethargy tugged on her lids, closing them. As the silent, faceless darkness rose around her, engulfing her like warm water, she embraced it.
Peace.
She thought she heard a noise in the room. She tried to open her eyes but could barely part her lids. Someone was standing over her. It looked like Rafe. He seemed to be smiling, but she could not react. She was floating now, being pulled downstream
downstream
As soon as they landed, Bill went to a phone. He called Lisl's number. No answer. He ran out to the parking lot and drove his Impala back to the terminal where he picked up Carol, Renny, and Mr. Veilleur.
"I want to check out Lisl's place first," he said.
When he reached Brookside Gardens, he left his three passengers in the car.
"I'll only be a minute."
He ran through the downpour to her front door and knocked. When he got no answer, he tried the latch. The door was unlocked. Bill stepped inside, calling her name. He didn't want to frighten her, but he had this feeling
He found her sprawled across her bed. She looked dead. He leapt forward and pressed his hand to her throat. Still warm, and there was a pulse. But she was barely breathing. He shook her but couldn't rouse her. He ran to the bathroom for some water to splash on her and found an empty pill bottle in the sink. The label read: "Restoril 30 mg.one (1) at bedtime as needed for sleep."