Krewe Of Hunters: Haunted Destiny Part 5
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"Then what is it?"
She drew in a deep breath, staring up at him, searching his eyes.
"He's...he's not-alive," she said.
He knew his jaw must have fallen open.
"What? Look, it's imperative that I find him. You don't understand what's at stake."
"No! You don't," she said softly. "I realize it sounds crazy, but-"
"Very crazy. You know him? Get him for me. Now," Jude insisted, determined to be stern. He was astounded that this young and charming woman was apparently involved or under the spell of the man who'd been gaping at the church where the last victim was found-and led them to the s.h.i.+p.
"I can't!"
Her voice had risen with exasperation.
A security guard came hurrying down the stairs from whatever rounds he'd been on. He was wearing just a s.h.i.+rt and tie, but Jude knew security when he saw it.
"Is there a problem? Alexi, you okay?" the man asked, eyeing Jude as if he was the worst pervert in the world.
"I'm fine, Johnny, absolutely fine!" she said, running her hands down Jude's chest with a gesture of affection. "Johnny, this man is my friend," she told the guard, and added softly, "Upper echelon, Celtic American!"
"Oh?" The man seemed skeptical. Jude had been ready to whip out his manufactured credentials, but Alexi was continuing as if she'd bought his story about being a Celtic American official. Even if she didn't really believe it...
"I'm so sorry we disturbed you. We haven't seen each other in a while and I got carried away talking about a movie I saw while I was off!" she said.
Jude decided he'd wait to see what this woman had to say. In any case, she had nowhere to go. But his quarry was definitely gone.
"Well, Alexi, keep it down, huh? Most of the s.h.i.+p's asleep."
"I know, and I'm sorry."
"And just between us, we're on the lookout for men who're acting badly. Bothering women and such."
"Oh?" That really seemed to surprise Alexi. "Was someone...bothered?"
He shrugged. "We're supposed to be extra-vigilant. So, you're absolutely sure you're okay?"
"Yes, thank you, Johnny." Johnny the security guard nodded at both of them and went back in the direction from which he'd come.
Alexi Cromwell looked at him, her eyes grave and troubled. "We can't talk here. You can...you can come to my cabin."
When his day had begun-or when the previous day, actually had begun-the last thing he'd expected was that he'd wind up standing in a deserted hallway on a slumbering s.h.i.+p, a stunning woman in front of him, inviting him to her cabin.
And yet, he knew instantly that it wasn't a s.e.xual overture.
"Ms. Cromwell," he warned her. "You'd better have an explanation."
She stepped away, a.s.sessing him. "Right. You're no Celtic American bigwig. I'm a.s.suming you're some kind of law enforcement."
"FBI," he told her.
She nodded. "FBI. Well, you're also what we call a magic man."
"Magic man?"
"You see the dead. Magic man-it's an old term in my family. I think it originated with a grandmother who lived on the bayou. Please, just come with me. I'll do my best to explain."
3.
Jude McCoy, FBI man, entered Alexi's cabin, not saying a word until they were seated in her tiny quarters. Alexi perched on the bed, McCoy sat in the one chair, which faced the dressing table built into the wall.
"Dead?" McCoy said, turning the chair toward her. "You mean our suspect? And yet he was running around the city of New Orleans and now the s.h.i.+p."
His skepticism was blatant. "Ms. Cromwell, I saw that man at a murder scene in New Orleans. We chased him to this s.h.i.+p. He snagged a ride with some poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d on the street who thought he was about to get killed. Oh, by the way, I believe that poor guy's in the hospital with a heart attack. Now the suspect's on the s.h.i.+p. I saw him."
"Yes," she said. "Whether you accept it or not, you see the dead. Trust me."
"You're telling me you're aiding and abetting a dead man we chased from the scene of a horrific crime?"
"Yes. I didn't get much of a chance to talk to him. He led you here on purpose."
"A dead man led me here?"
He didn't raise his voice. But the sharp look he gave her suggested he'd be good in an interrogation room. If she'd done something, she thought, she'd admit it quickly. He was still, calm, and while his voice had a strange power, he kept it low and intense.
"I didn't get to hear the whole story," she said. "I gather you came after him."
"If he's dead, why is he afraid of me?"
"I don't really know the answer to that," Alexi replied. "I didn't get enough time to talk to him. All I know is that he believes the killer's on this s.h.i.+p. Yes, you saw him at the crime scene. He saw you there-and he saw that you were aware of him. He planned on coming on the s.h.i.+p. Look, I see the dead. It doesn't mean I understand them any more than I understand the living."
He leaned toward her. "I saw a man at a crime scene. The older guy driving the car saw him. I'm pretty sure a girl in a bar saw him, and I know my partner on this s.h.i.+p did, too. So, what-we all see the dead? Everybody does?"
"No, but more people do than you probably realize." Alexi lowered her head. There was a reason she didn't admit to seeing ghosts on the s.h.i.+p. Sometimes, others saw them, too, but, like this man, they had no idea they were seeing the dead. She a.s.sumed that, in the world at large, there were many people with this ability. Some sensed the dead, like her mom. Perhaps their fear kept them from really seeing. Some just didn't understand what they saw.
But judging by the way this man was looking at her...
It reinforced her decision to keep silent most of the time. "I can try to find him or I can hope he comes back to find me, and then maybe you can get your answers," Alexi said.
The fact that Agent Jude McCoy was such an attractive man didn't make the situation any easier. His presence seemed to fill the tiny s.p.a.ce of her cabin. She felt she could almost hear the steady beat of his heart-and feel the waves of ridicule coming from him.
He rose abruptly. "Ms. Cromwell," he said, "Please know that I'll be watching you, and that I'll report our conversation to my partner. And when I find this so-called dead man, if you've helped hide him in any way, I will see that criminal charges are pressed against you."
She stood, as well, suddenly angry. His height was imposing-but then again, she'd stared down David Beach a few times and he was a huge man.
"Knock yourself out, Mr. Agent McCoy, or whatever your t.i.tle may be. You're chasing a dead man. Period. And therefore, I'm not afraid of your ridiculous threats in the least!"
"We'll see, won't we?" he asked softly.
He barely had to move to open the door to her cabin, but when he did, he turned back. "I hope you're right, actually. I hope this man isn't the killer-and that he isn't baiting you. I've seen one of the Archangel's victims. I'd hate to see you in that condition."
Sincerity at last. Something in his words, something about his voice, caused a cold flash of dread to sweep through her.
She didn't have to reply, because he was already gone.
She made sure that her cabin door was locked behind him.
She hugged her arms around herself, s.h.i.+vering uncontrollably.
She'd been glad the dead man had finally sat down beside her, and that he'd tried to talk to her. She still didn't know his name or exactly who he was or why he was there, but she understood.
He'd wanted to lead the FBI men to the s.h.i.+p.
Because he believed there was a killer on board.
The Archangel.
It was ridiculously late, but Jude headed down the hallway straight to Jackson Crow's cabin.
But he hesitated before knocking on the door. He wondered if what he'd read about the paranormal angle to Crow's "elite" unit was true-that agents were hand-selected to work in the "special" department known as the "Krewe."
He was on board with nothing except the few toiletries and articles of clothing he'd purchased at one of the s.h.i.+p's stores. His phone, however, was the next best thing to his computer, and that was in his pocket.
Rumors abounded. But research into the Krewe didn't give him much other than the knowledge that whatever they did, they were d.a.m.ned good at it. Looking up newspaper reports of the cases they'd solved gave him a little more. Jackson Crow was indeed familiar with New Orleans; he'd solved a case in the city that involved the death of a politician's wife in one of the city's "haunted" houses.
As he went on, he even found more information on the Krewe's cases, many speculating that the Krewe of Hunters had an uncanny ability to deal with situations of unusual scope.
He buried his face in his hands for a moment as he stood outside Jackson's door.
Great.
He was on a s.h.i.+p chasing a killer, and he was working with a man who believed they could question a ghost.
Did Crow think they were chasing a dead man? It was all too crazy.
Jude had to a.s.sume Crow saw the dead, and he based that on the Krewe's reputation as much as anything.
It was time to confront Jackson Crow with what he'd learned.
Jude tapped at his door. In the silent hallway, the sound reverberated loudly. Or it seemed to.
The door opened immediately. "You've got something?" Jackson asked.
"A ghost," Jude told him.
"Come in." Once again, Jude found himself sitting on a chair in front of a tiny dressing table built into the cabin wall. Crow settled on the narrow bunk.
"You talked to a ghost?" His voice was calm, reserved, and Jude couldn't tell if he was being mocked.
"I didn't," he said. "But the piano bar hostess claims that the man she was talking to-the man we followed on the s.h.i.+p-is dead. And yes, that she was talking to him."
Crow took that in. Once more, his expression revealed nothing.
"The man escaped you again?" Crow asked.
Jude leaned forward. "I saw him, clear as day, sitting at the piano bench with her. I saw him-clear as day-jump up and run. I couldn't stop him. Ms. Cromwell stopped me instead and then insisted I come to her cabin so she could tell me that he's a dead man."
"What information did she say she got from him?"
"Not much. Apparently, my arrival interrupted him. She said he wanted us to follow him onto this s.h.i.+p-because he believes the killer's on board."
"What do you think of this young woman?" Jackson asked him.
"What do I think of her? I don't know. She's either delusional-or this guy's as real as you and me, and she's helping him in some way. And if she is, well, then, G.o.d help her," Jude said.
"But she seems sane to you?"
"I have to admit, I've been through plenty of behavioral cla.s.ses, and yet I can't come up with a reliable definition of sane. She seems to be sincere. So yeah, maybe she's just delusional. Maybe this guy has her fooled, but she might also come from some crazy family that believes in all kinds of weirdness." He watched Jackson for a moment. "But what the h.e.l.l. I've read a few strange things about your unit, too."
He thought Jackson gave him the hint of a smile.
"I haven't apprehended a murdering ghost yet," he a.s.sured Jude. "But then again, we don't discount anything on heaven or earth or anything in between."
"But...ghosts?" Jude asked.
Jackson shrugged. "Let's see if we can find this man. Tomorrow is a day at sea. We have the s.h.i.+p's security forces and we have ourselves. By tomorrow morning I'll have a full manifest of anyone on board who could possibly have committed the murders. We believe-every profiler out there believes-that this is the work of one killer and we a.s.sume that he's male. That said, I'll have reports by tomorrow that should tell us who could and couldn't have been in the cities where the other murders took place. Of course," he added with a dry smile, "it would be nice if Ms. Cromwell's ghost happens to know who the killer might be."
"Her d.a.m.n ghost just might be our killer," Jude muttered.
"Since the killer struck in several cities and we're going to learn who, on the Destiny, was in those cities at the relevant times, we'll be able to concentrate on those particular people." He looked at Jude, studying him. "Good call on the s.h.i.+p. Makes perfect sense. s.h.i.+ps contract crew and entertainment for specified periods of time. Crew and entertainers might work on other s.h.i.+ps, too. A great way to get around port cities-and kill." Jude rose; Jackson hadn't given him any kind of satisfactory answer regarding Alexi Cromwell.
"Stay close to Ms. Cromwell," Jackson told him. "She might be our key."
Key to insanity! Jude thought. But there was no point in saying anything else.
He'd been dismissed.
"Good night, Jackson," he said as he stepped into the deserted hallway.
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