Infernal_ A Repairman Jack Novel Part 43

Jack chewed his upper lip for a second or two, then shook his head.

"We'll both do it-tag-team style. You do an hour, then I'll do one. That way we won't go blind."

"But what about Abe's professor?"

"Who better to track down his home address than Abe? I'll put him on it."

Relief flooded through Gia. She didn't want to be alone here with Vicky, this ancient book, and the Stain.

8.

-61:49.

Tom sat alone at Gia's kitchen table, sipping a Killian's Irish Red he'd found in the refrigerator and feeling down.

Had somebody put a curse on him? Sure as h.e.l.l seemed that way. Everything he touched turned to s.h.i.+t.

The feds were looking for him and he faced ruination and jail time if they found him.

If they found him? How about they found him? How about when when they found him? they found him?

His stash had been discovered and frozen.

His last chance-the weird artifact he'd tracked down and hauled from the bottom of the ocean-had turned out a bust. Worse than a bust: It had put a little girl-Gia's little girl, of all people-in jeopardy.

Could things get any worse?

He couldn't see how. But things could be be worse. worse.

He tried to avoid the thought, felt ashamed that it even occurred to him, but his only luck lately had been Vicky touching the dimple on the Lilitongue instead of him.

Christ, he hated himself for the relief he felt.

Yes, he'd been the one looking to "elude all enemies," but not the way the Lilitongue was going about it. Whisked away to some undefined place from whence he could never return? No, thank you.

He s.h.i.+vered. He'd rather take his chances with the feds.

But of all people to be stuck with that creepy-looking mark, why Vicky? Why couldn't it have been Jack?

How low was that?

Sometimes I disgust even myself.

He heard a noise in the hallway and looked up to see Jack walking his way, a key ring in his hand.

Tom said, "Everything okay?" and immediately regretted it. What a stupid thing to ask.

Jack glared at him. "You're kidding, right?"

"It just popped out. How's she doing?"

"Terrible." He snapped a key off the ring and handed it to him. "I'm staying. You're not. This'U let you in."

"I want to help, Jack. I can-"

"You can do us all a favor by leaving." He stood aside to clear the door. "Walk up to the corner and catch a cab."

The scorn in Jack's clipped tone burned like acid. His impulse was to protest but he thought better of it. If Gia felt the same, he was better off gone.

Tom grabbed his jacket from a chair and shrugged into it as he slipped past Jack and headed down the hall. Pa.s.sing the sitting room he saw Gia sitting in a pool of light, rocking Vicky on her lap.

He stopped. "I'm sorry, Gia. I had no idea... I never dreamed..."

His voice died as she looked up at him with haunted, red-rimmed eyes. He waited for her to say something, to scream curses at him, but she said nothing. He wished she would. The hurt and fear and the how-could-you? look in her eyes cut deeper than any words.

She'd lose her daughter in sixty-some hours and she blamed him.

Not fair.

"Let's go," Jack said from close behind.

Tom expected a shove toward the door. Thankful it didn't come, he began moving on his own.

And then he was on the sidewalk. He arrived there standing, under his own power, but he felt as if he'd been given the old heave-ho and landed with his face in the dirt.

The door clicked behind him and Tom was alone.

His breath steamed in the air as he looked around at all the lighted windows in the high-rises. Surrounded by millions of people and yet alone.

More alone than he'd ever been, and feeling it.

He couldn't remember ever being all that connected to anyone, at any time, but at least he'd had people he could act act connected to. Now... connected to. Now...

The s.k.a.n.ks? He'd burned those bridges long ago. His kids? Barely knew them. Terry? She didn't want him around-he was an embarra.s.sment, a pariah to old acquaintances and colleagues. Even the solace of immersing himself in work was now denied him.

Perhaps subconsciously he'd considered his family something to fall back on-theoretically, at least-if worse came to worst. Now...?

At this time last year he would have had Kate and Dad to lean on. Both gone now. He'd never considered Jack a possibility, because no one knew anything about him. But even Jack, his only surviving sib, wanted nothing to do with him.

Was this what the philosophers called angst angst?

He started walking up toward Sutton Place.

Not fair. None of it.

Sure, he'd recovered the Lilitongue and brought it to Jack's place, but he hadn't meant to hurt anyone. Maybe he shouldn't have shown it to Gia and Vicky. That probably had piqued the kid's curiosity, but Jack was at fault here too. Sure, he'd stowed the sea chest out of sight, but he should have found a better hiding place.

And Vicky-what about her? If she'd minded her own business instead of poking around other people's things...

Ah, what's the use?

He reached Sutton Place and found a cab, gave the driver Jack's address, then slumped in the seat.

When had he last felt this low? He needed a little pick-me-up. No, he needed a big big pick-me-up. pick-me-up.

He checked the driver's ID card: a scowling black face over a name that began with Kamal.

Tom leaned forward. "My nose has this bad itch. You know where I can get something for it?"

The cabby glanced over his shoulder, then looked ahead.

"You are a cop?" he said in heavily accented English. From Guyana, maybe?

"No, I'm anything but. Just a guy from out of town with a problem nose. Can you help me out?"

"I take you to someone. But you better be no cop."

Instead of turning west, Kamal headed uptown. The numbers on the cross streets progressed from double to triple digits, and the neighborhoods became rundown.

Kamal made a quick left and pulled to the curb near a bodega. A tall black man in an oversized, thickly padded Giants Starter jacket stepped out of the doorway and sauntered over.

'"Sup?"

This looked pretty straightforward, but Tom had seen enough hapless would-be customers hauled in via police sting operations. He decided to play it cute.

"I'm looking for my girlfriend," Tom said.

The guy looked surprised. "Are you now?" He leaned over and glanced toward the front seat. "You know this one, Kamal?" His accent matched the driver's.

"Just met him."

The guy looked at Tom. "Girlfriend, yes? What her name? Angel, maybe? Or Roxanne, huh?"

The guy was playing along and seemed to be enjoying it.

"No, Snow White. She's a bit of a flake."

He nodded and smiled. A missing front tooth made him look like Leon Spinks. "I see her around. How much you pay to find her?"

Tom had the money ready. He'd considered using some of his bogus twenties but decided this might not be a guy you wanted mad at you.

He handed fifty bucks out the window.

"That should do for now."

With a single quick move the guy removed the money from Tom's hand and shoved it into a pocket.

"What else you want? We got alphabet soup-A, X, MJ from TJ-and we got baseball, purple rain, roofies, and Georgia Home Boy."

Tom smiled and said, "Thanks, but I'm very faithful to my girlfriend."

The guy straightened. "Okay. Leave your window open and wait here."

He said something into a walkie-talkie as he sauntered back to the bodega. A few minutes later a kid who couldn't have been more than ten ran up to the cab, tossed a little envelope through the window, and kept on moving.

Without being asked, Kamal put the cab in gear and took off.

Tom found the packet on the floor, picked it up, and stared at it. He'd had a c.o.ke problem for a while. When he'd realized where it was taking him he'd weaned himself off. He hadn't partaken for almost five years now.

But he needed a boost tonight. Needed one in a big, big way.

9.

-56:33.

Gia glanced at the clock: almost eleven thirty.

Jack had dozed off while awaiting his turn at the Compendium Compendium. She'd gone upstairs to check on Vicky, asleep in Gia's bed, and then forced herself to peek into Vicky's bedroom in the hope the Lilitongue had decided to move on. It hadn't. It hung there in the air like... like nothing she'd ever seen or imagined.

After that she moved herself and the Compendium Compendium to the kitchen so as not to disturb Jack. Her mind screamed for sleep and her eyes burned like coals, but she couldn't stop. And she didn't want anyone else to take over, couldn't let go of this book until she'd read every word. to the kitchen so as not to disturb Jack. Her mind screamed for sleep and her eyes burned like coals, but she couldn't stop. And she didn't want anyone else to take over, couldn't let go of this book until she'd read every word.

So far the words offered no hope. They did, however, depict a world rife with wonders and horrors. People and objects and devices with strange powers and obscure purposes. If even a small fraction of what the Compendium Compendium described was true, then life on Earth, existence itself, was far stranger than she ever could have imagined. described was true, then life on Earth, existence itself, was far stranger than she ever could have imagined.

But nowhere, at least so far, had she found another mention of the Lilitongue of Gefreda. She was losing- No. She wouldn't give up hope.

She turned the page and found a heading: Remedies Remedies.

Probably just a lot of folk medicine-herbal potions and poultices and the like. A long section. Her impulse was to skip over it, but she'd promised herself to read every word, so that was what she'd do.

As she skimmed through the pages she found lotions to cure everything from scales to boils, elixirs to heal everything from diarrhea to blindness, solutions to- The words Stealing the Stain Stealing the Stain leaped out at her. leaped out at her.

Gia closed her eyes before reading further. Please, G.o.d, let it be about the Lilitongue stain-not wine stains or bloodstains, but the the Stain. Stain.