Infernal_ A Repairman Jack Novel Part 55

"Someone will be coming for you soon."

He walked back to the Grand Am and picked up his coverall from where he'd dropped it. He used his knife to cut a three-foot strip from the leg, then tossed the rest into the car. He opened the gas tank door, unscrewed the cap, and snaked the cloth down as far as it would go. Then he pulled it out, reversed it, and snaked the other end inside. He left three or four inches of gas-soaked twill hanging from the port.

Firing the car would serve two purposes. First-destroy a lot of evidence. Jack hadn't taken his gloves off since he'd left his apartment, so he wasn't worried about prints. But trace evidence was tricky. Couldn't hurt to incinerate it.

The second was to bring the cops running so they could find Joey's body before any dogs got to it. No way Joey wouldn't be tied to the attack on the Center-Jack could already see the Post's MUSLIM Ma.s.sACRE! headline-but this way his body would be returned to his family intact.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket: Abe.

"I'm at exit sixty-seven."

"How's the traffic?"

"I'm doing sixty-five."

"Okay. Bottom of the sixty off ramp."

"You should look for the usual vehicle."

That meant Abe's van.

"Will do. See you soon."

Jack grabbed his backpack, then pulled Joey's lighter from a pocket.

He flicked it and touched the flame to the free end of the coverall strip. As fire danced up its length and into the port, Jack trotted for the incline to the highway. He was about halfway up when the tank blew. He didn't look back. He reached the top and, keeping low, followed the guardrail toward the exit ramp.

10.

-13:14.

"Keep an eye on them for me?"

Abe shook his head. "I can't-I won't won't believe this is happening. A joke you're pulling, right? You should be honest with your old friend who's known you since you were a believe this is happening. A joke you're pulling, right? You should be honest with your old friend who's known you since you were a yungatsh yungatsh and tell him that you've made all this up. Listen to that old friend tell you that if this should be a joke then it's a terrible one and he'll never speak to you again." and tell him that you've made all this up. Listen to that old friend tell you that if this should be a joke then it's a terrible one and he'll never speak to you again."

They sat in Abe's van where he'd double-parked outside Jack's place. After a couple of fitful, abortive attempts at their usual banter, talk had died. Jack found the silence awkward. He and Abe always had something to say to each other.

"No joke, Abe."

"Must be. Has to be. A world without Repairman Jack? Feh!"

How many years since Abe had given him that name? Jack didn't bother counting. Whatever the number, it wasn't enough.

"But you will look after my ladies while I'm gone, right?"

"While you're gone-that I like. It means you're coming back."

"Count on it."

"I will. I won't sit s.h.i.+va then."

Although he didn't know where he'd be going, even if it was to an alternate reality, Jack had this unreasonable conviction that he'd be able to find his way home. Of course if the Lilitongue dumped him in outer s.p.a.ce, that would be a different story: He'd be a flash-frozen fleshsicle in a heartbeat.

"As for watching over Gia and Vicky, I'll do what I can while you're away. But the type of woman who wants or needs watching over, Gia isn't."

"I know. She's a self-starter and self-sufficient, but she isn't quite as tough as she thinks or likes people to think. So look in on them for me, okay?"

"Of course. But who's going to look in on me? Who's going to tshepe tshepe me about my diet and my waistline while at the very same time bringing me Krispy Kremes? Who am I going to eat breakfast with? Who's going to worry about me...?" me about my diet and my waistline while at the very same time bringing me Krispy Kremes? Who am I going to eat breakfast with? Who's going to worry about me...?"

Abe's voice trailed off.

Jack heard a sniff and turned toward him. The glow from a street lamp reflected off the moisture puddled on his lower eyelids.

"Abe?"

Nu, this is why you were always utzing utzing me to worry about my heart? This is why you said I should take better care of it? Just so you could break it?" me to worry about my heart? This is why you said I should take better care of it? Just so you could break it?"

The words choked off.

Jack felt his own throat constrict. This man had helped him become what he was. It tore Jack up to see Abe this way. He grabbed a pudgy hand and squeezed.

"I'll be back. I promise."

Abe shook his head and spoke, his voice thick. "So you say, but I have a feeling this is something even Repairman Jack can't fix."

Jack didn't admit that he had the same feeling.

Abe let out a shaky sigh.

"So, you want I should drop you off at Gia's?"

"Thanks, no. I've got a little something I have to take care of here first." He squeezed Abe's hand again. "See you soon. And work on that waistline while I'm gone."

"Who can eat?"

Feeling like he'd just cut off an arm, Jack grabbed his backpack and jumped out. He slammed the door and slapped the side panel. The truck lurched into motion. He watched it move off and disappear around a corner.

Jack turned and headed up the steps.

11.

-13:06.

The sound of the door roused Tom from semislumber. He'd been slumped before the TV, watching the end of the six o'clock news on some local channel and just beginning to nod off when a reporter broke in and started yammering about a bunch of Islamics blown away in New Jersey-as if anyone gave a d.a.m.n.

Jack walked in with a backpack over one shoulder. He looked like Tom felt.

Tom rose and stepped into the front room.

"Hey, bro. Anything new on the Lilitongue front?"

Jack shook his head and stared at him. "I haven't been able to turn up a thing. As you can see..."

He undid a few b.u.t.tons on his plaid s.h.i.+rt and spread the edges. Tom repressed a gasp when he saw how close the Stain's edges had grown.

"Oh, s.h.i.+t."

"How about you, bro? bro? Jack said, putting an edge on the word as he redid the b.u.t.tons. "Been pounding the pavement and scouring the Internet to see how you might undo this?" Jack said, putting an edge on the word as he redid the b.u.t.tons. "Been pounding the pavement and scouring the Internet to see how you might undo this?"

Tom knew he hadn't done s.h.i.+t. But then, what could he do? What could anyone do against a faceless, mindless... thing thing?

He pointed to the closed door to Jack's bedroom. "It's still in there. Hasn't budged." He spread his hands. "I'm as helpless as everybody else."

After a long stare Jack said, "Want to make yourself useful?"

"Sure. Anything."

"Then follow me."

First stop was the kitchen where Jack pulled a pistol and a Tupperware container from the backpack and laid them on the counter.

Tom pointed to the container. "Is that the-?"

"Stain remover? Yeah."

Feeling his brother's eyes boring into him, Tom kept his head down.

Jack knew neither Tom nor anyone else could trade places with him. So why the look?

Besides, Jack was where he was by choice.

Or was he? Maybe he'd seen no choice, been unable to imagine any other course of action when the Stain moved to Gia. Just as Gia had had no choice when she'd learned she could remove the Stain from her daughter.

And Vicky had acquired the Stain because he'd brought the Lilitongue into her world.

He heard Gia's voice...

Why couldn't you have left that thing where you found it?

All his fault...

He wished he could undo it all, but what was done was done. And he'd been relieved to hear that the Stain could be taken only twice. If not, Jack would think it only right that Tom complete the circle.

Not fair. No one had the right to ask that of him or anybody else.

Jack handed him the empty backpack and a flashlight and said, "Follow me."

Tom did-straight to the closet next to the bathroom.

Taking orders, following a few feet behind... somewhere along the way he'd become Little Brother and Jack Big Brother. How had that happened?

When Jack opened the door a faint odor of cedar wafted out. He watched Jack kneel on the closet floor and pop a piece of molding loose from the base of its left side wall. He slid this back along the floor, then pulled on the cedar plank directly above it. When this came free he slid it back beside the molding.

"s.h.i.+ne that light in here."

Tom aimed the flashlight over Jack's shoulder and into the opening. He saw insulated pipes-most likely to the bathroom-but what strange insulation. It looked... decorated. Each pipe was festooned with little cardboard squares.

What the...?

He watched Jack reach in and start plucking them from the pipes like a man picking fruit from a tree. When he'd gathered a fistful he backhanded them to Tom.

"Stick these in the front compartment of the pack."

Tom inspected them first. The paper squares had round Mylar windows front and back. And inside the windows- Tom repressed a gasp. Coins. Gold Gold coins. coins.

He squinted at the top one. A new-looking 1925 twenty-dollar gold eagle. Next, a bright twenty-dollar Liberty head from 1907. And then a 1901 ten-dollar gold piece.

"Hey, the light," Jack said.

"Oh, yeah."

He'd been so distracted he'd let the beam drift.

Jack handed back more. Tom dropped the first batch into the pack and took the next. He knew nothing about coins but all these were old and gold and beautiful.

"Jack, are these things worth what I think they are?"

"Probably more. I've made a point of buying only top-grade stuff-MS-sixty-one or better."

"I didn't know you were a collector."

"I'm not. I'm an investor."