Deadly Visions Part 27

Joe winced again. "Don't know. Kind of hard to think with a scalpel cutting into my chest."

It took only a few minutes for the doctor to finish cutting and bandaging, but it took another quarter hour for Joe to convince Howe and Carla that he was all right.

"Come on, I'll drive you home,"Carla said.

"I'll rest a little, then take a taxi."

"But I really don't think you should-"

"Get going. I'll be fine."

After several more minutes of arguing, they finally left. Good. He needed some time to himself, and therewas something he wanted to do before he left the hospital. His skin throbbed beneath the bandage. How had it happened? How in h.e.l.l had he gotten the death mark? The same mark that the murder victims had worn. The mark that Monica Gaines had worn before bursting into flames.

The pattern was going to stop here.

Monica Gaines. He needed to check up on her.

If she was still alive.

He took the elevator to the hospital's third floor. He flashed his badge at the nurses'station and walked to Monica Gaines's ICU room. She was alive but still unconscious.

"How are you, Bailey?"

Joe turned to see Tess Wayland standing in the hallway outside Monica's room.

"s.h.i.+t. I have no comment about what you saw earlier."

"I'm not asking you for one. I have a reporter and cameraman waiting outside the hospital for that."

He was surprised she'd told him. "Thanks for the warning. Why are you here?"

"I visit Monica every day. Why are you youhere?"

"I was in the neighborhood."

Tess walked to the bed and brushed Monica's hair away from her face. "She hates it when her hair covers her ears."

"Is that right?"

Tess nodded. "Monica is the only one who has ever really believed in me, you know that?"

"Have you worked for her a long time?"

"From the very beginning. When she started her show, I'd never worked in television in my life. I wasa website designer. I designed her Internet site, and when that took off, she hired me to run it full-time. Then, when she got a shot at her own TV show, she insisted that I produce it. Two syndicators pa.s.sed on it because they didn't trust me to run things. h.e.l.l, I wouldn't have trusted a website designer from Oregon to run a national television show. But Monica wouldn't have it any other way."

"That kind of loyalty is hard to come by."

"d.a.m.ned right."

Her expression was amazingly soft, Joe saw in surprise."Is there any way I can talk you out of using the footage of my branded chest?"

She smiled."Nope."

"Didn't think so."

"I have to ask myself, what would Monica do? No question about this one. She'd run the h.e.l.l out of it."

"I'm sure you're right."

"But, as always, you're welcome to come on the show and explain it."

"Right. Which will be reduced to one weak, out-of-context sound bite followed by ten minutes of commentary explaining why I don't know what I'm talking about. I think I'll pa.s.s."

"Your call. We're having Barry Roth and Alicia Dobal on tomorrow."

"I've met Roth. So that that'swhat brought him to town."

"We're starting a new series, 'In the Footsteps of Monica Gaines.'"Every day, our guest psychics are going to use articles of Monica's to try to summon up her feelings and impressions in the last days beforeher accident. You worked with her most closely, so it might help if you were there."

"Help who? who?"

"The psychics, of course, but you too. It might help you in your investigation."

"I seriously doubt that, but I'll think about it."

"Fine, but while you're thinking, be careful."She lightly patted his chest. "That little mark on your chest isn't exactly a good-luck sign."

Dylan sat in the dark hotel room, watching the man fumble for the light switch. Finally. Face-to-face with the monster.

The light switched on.

"Rakkan?"He snapped the cartridge firmly into his Beretta.

The man whirled around.

"Be still,"Dylan said. "Do as I say and you'll live. That's a promise. If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already. Do you understand me, Rakkan?"

"Why do you call me ...Rakkan?"

"That's how you think of yourself, isn't it? A modern-day Rakkan, roaming the countryside in search of a worthy man?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Let's not play that game. I've known about you for weeks, and I really don't care that you're a sick f.u.c.k. I need some information, and you're in a unique position to give it to me."

"Who are you?"

"That's none of your concern. Just know that you've been closely observed on an entirely unrelated matter,and that my colleagues discovered your nasty little secret."Dylan leaned forward. "Tell me what I need to know, and you can continue your sick game. Do we have a deal?"

Early the next morning, Joe woke Nikki to tell her about his fire demonstration and the mark that had appeared on his chest. Better to hear it from him than from a reporter, he thought. He was surprised and relieved to see how calmly she took it.

"Can I see it?"she asked.

He raised his T-s.h.i.+rt, and she ran her fingers over the unbandaged area."Does it hurt?"

"No. It burned a little at first, but now I don't feel anything. Honey, some people are going to be saying some strange things, but I want you to know-"

Nikki cut in."It wasn't an evil spirit."

Joe pulled down his T-s.h.i.+rt. "I'm glad you realize that."

"And I know that Mommy hasn't really been talking to us, and that she didn't move things around in here."

He looked at her, puzzled. "What changed your mind?"

"I just know."

"You don't have to say that to make me feel better, honey. I know that you may still have doubts-"

"No doubts. Somebody out there wants us to think she's been talking to us. Some bad person, maybe the same person who put that mark on you. But how could they do that?"

"I don't know, but I'm working on an answer."Joesat on the edge of her bed. "Just yesterday, you were convinced that Mommy was trying to warn me of something. What changed your mind?"

"Well, you told me it wasn't true."

"I've been telling you that for days, but you've never believed me."

Nikki shrugged."I feel different now."

"Why?"

Nikki shrugged again. "Can't I change my mind? I've had time to think about it. I still wish you weren't working on this case. It's scary that somebody came in here."

"Well, we got Grandpa hanging around to watch over things."

Nikki nodded. "Yeah, I'm glad. He says he can still kick your b.u.t.t."

"He did, huh? Well, he's probably right. He can still kick almost anybody anybody'sb.u.t.t."

Nikki sat up."I need to get ready for school now. Is there anything else?"

"I guess not."

"Okay."She bounded out of her bed and turned on the CD player on her dresser.

He was clearly dismissed. He supposed he should ve been happy about her sudden reversal, but it filled him with uneasiness. Nikki didn't usually change her mind so quickly.

He stood listening as she hummed the Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto along with the CD. Everything appeared normal with her.

Too d.a.m.ned normal.

Joe was only a few blocks away from headquarters when he received a call telling him to report to the second-floor conference room. He arrived to find Haddenfield sitting alone at the long table. Half a dozen large white boxes were stacked in front of him.

"Mr. Haddenfield?"

"Finally. Can I go now?"

"Pardon the lapse in communication, but why are you here?"

Haddenfield gestured toward the boxes. "The Defense Department higher-ups wanted me to bring in all the data from our time here in Atlanta. I told them there wasn't anything here of use, but they insisted."

"And why did my department want you to turn it over to me? me?"

Haddenfield shrugged."I guess you're the contact person for all of us paranormal nutcases."He stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a career to salvage."

"Wait a minute. Tell me what you thought you could prove by coming here to Atlanta in the first place."

"I already told you. We've been studying intelligence-gathering abilities of psychics, and when Monica left our study to a.s.sist your police department, we thought it would be a rare opportunity to study a psychic in the field."

"You had the backing of the Defense Department?"

"I was given a lot of freedom to determine the parameters of the study. Instead of the military, it was law enforcement, but it was still relevant to our proj-ect. I pulled together a team, doc.u.mented the crime scenes, and followed Monica."

"And broke into my apartment."

"I'm sorry. Monica spoke of dark forces at work, then we got reports of occurrences at your apartment. I wanted to investigate. When you came home and caught me, I didn't know what to do. I knew that if I got caught, I'd probably lose my job and maybe even get prosecuted. I understand that you're the reason there have been no charges filed."

"Yet. I'd better not find out that you were the cause causeof those occurrences at my apartment."

"If that was the case, why in h.e.l.l would I go back with a trifield meter?"

"My thought exactly. That's what's kept you out of trouble. What are you going to do now?"

"Don't know. Try to get another teaching job. Write a book, maybe. Hey, maybe you and I can go on some afternoon talk shows together. Kind of a point-counterpoint type of thing."

"Don't count on it."

A knock at the door. Joe's father opened it and stuck his head in. "Hi, Joe. I was just up here visiting, and-"He noticed Haddenfield."Oh, sorry. I'll just-"

"It's okay,"Joe said."We're finished here. Thanks for bringing this by, Mr. Haddenfield. I'll call if I have any questions."

Cal stepped aside as Haddenfield hurried past him."Everything okay, Joe?"

"Yeah. I guess you heard about my new tattoo."

Cal nodded."Why didn't you tell me last night?"