Greywalker (29 page)

"Good God! If it really is a battery, it's loaded. Anyone with control of it could wreak all sorts of havoc through the Grey."

"You're scaring me, Ben. I don't need to be any more scared than am.

"I'm scaring me!" His eyes had grown wide. "Do you know any-thing about this ghost? Any guesses?"

"I don't know much. The last three owners of the organ, at least, are dead—all suddenly—and I suspect more. I have someone looking into its history, but..." I tossed up my hands feebly. "I don't know."

"A murderous ghost? That would require some big expenditures of energy and will."

"But with the organ acting as a collection and storage device, he'd have it, wouldn't he?" I asked. "And it seems to be getting worse since he arrived in my office. Just like I seem to be getting worse."

Mara looked between Ben and me and kept quiet, though her face was white and her eyes had turned dark.

"Presupposing he could access that power," Ben stipulated.

My brain engaged in the puzzle again, though I felt shredded. "If he could tap the power, why would he need me? Wouldn't he know where it was already?"

Ben waved his hands through the air. "Not necessarily. There are lots of cases where seeking ghosts can't locate even the most intimate items on their own. If he didn't know, was blocked from knowing, or had to establish some kind of path to the object before he could get to it, he could still benefit from its intimate connection to him, without being able to find it or go near it. But he wants it... Tell me every-thing you know or guess about him."

"I think he's European, judging from his speech. Russian or Slavic, if his name is any indication."

"He told you his name?" Yes, it's—

"No! Wait! Write it down." Ben scrabbled around the cluttered surface of his desk for paper and pencil, then pushed them across to me, sending several cataracts of books and papers tumbling to the floor. "We'll just play it safe on this one, shall we?"

I shrugged and wrote the name down. "What do you mean, 'play it safe'?"

"I'm probably being paranoid, but some ghosts are attracted to their names. I don’t think we want this guy looking over our shoulders, do we?"

I would have laughed at our nervous glances, if I wasn't so damned scared myself. Albert haunted the doorway, as clear and solid to my Grey-sensitive sight as Sergeyev had been. Mara looked at him and made a sparkling, circling motion with one finger. Albert vanished.

"Albert will keep an eye out for us, I'm sure." Ben coughed a tight laugh behind his books. "I hope so, but I'm afraid I'm not as convinced of our ghostly boarder's valor as you are, Mara."

"Now, be nice, Ben. You remember what happened the last time he got upset."

I looked at both of them.

"Turned Ben's desk upside down," Mara confided. "Terrible mess."

We both snorted relieved giggles.

Ben glanced at the paper I'd given him and started to chuckle. "What's funny?" I asked.

"This guy's a sly little revenant. Generic Russian name. Basically the equivalent of Greg Stevenson. Not quite Ivan Ivanovitch, but close."

My brain was running in all directions. "It's got a Swiss bank account attached. Maybe he... stole it, somehow."

Ben whistled. "Clever. Damn, I wish I knew what he had up his sleeve."

"Yeah, but we don't have time, if you're right about that thing."

"You're right. You're right. I don't have any suggestions, though. Now we're starting to tread into the realm of magic, and that's Mara's sphere."

We all got quiet for a while.

"Look," Ben started again. "We know he wants to gain control of the organ and that can't be good. He's a revenant, and although he's got access to a big store of power, he can't just go flinging it around. Every time he does anything, he draws power. If he has plans for the dark artifact, he'll want it fully charged, so he's not going to do some-thing until he's ready to play his cards. He already blew some at your office, so I'd guess you have forty-eight to seventy-two hours before he's going to do anything more.

"In the meantime, be extremely careful, Harper. If you wear your-self down too far, you won't have reserves to oppose him with, and we don't know what the purpose of that... thing in your chest is. I'm afraid our help has been inadequate."

I put up one heavy hand. "Ben, stop. Without you and Mara, I think something would have eaten me by now. You haven't always been right, but that doesn't mean you're always wrong. But I've got a question. If the organ is drawing power from the nexus and every-thing else nearby, why isn't it draining this house, too? The house is as bright as ever."

"I don't know."

Mara smiled at me. "It's got its own nexus, remember? It's off the grid, so to speak. Can't get to us from there."

"The grid," I whispered. "The energy structures Wygan showed me—that I can still see—they're the power grid of the Grey. I think he... wired me into the Grey."

Mara blanched. "If you're attached to the grid which is feeding the organ, then it's feeding on you, too."

I screwed my eyes shut and felt the world pitch. I remembered the draining touch of the tentacle.

Mara continued. "And whatever happens to that nexus will also happen to you and everything else on that quadrant. It must be drawing you down all the time. That thing has to be gotten rid of before it kills you."

"What about you?"

"I have this house, and I shall be very careful about touching magic outside of it. Shan't be pleasant, but I'll survive."

Eyes closed, still shutting out the overlapping worlds, I asked, "What about the dark beast?"

Ben checked. "The guardian? What of it?"

"You said it would attack a threat. Why isn't it attacking me or Ser—him? Or the organ?"

Ben's voice was gruff and ragged. "The artifact is just a storage device. The guardian won't notice that. Remember the hierarchies of threat. The threat may need to be more immediate, more active. Maybe you or he need to be doing something to draw the beast to you, like a spider down a twanging web."

I nodded, opening my eyes. "I'll try not to be a fly. That... beast is more than I can handle right now."

Ben gnawed his beard, and the glare he turned at no one in particular was ashen black. "Be careful," he repeated. "Theory says most Grey things shouldn't be able to harm you physically, but—they have. I'm afraid I'm letting you down because we've left theory behind, and theory is all I know."

I glared back at him. "Don't. Leave blame for later. Let's just get through this."

Ben looked away, chewing his lip.

I got to my feet, feeling ninety years old. "I need a nap or some-thing, if I don't unravel first. I've still got a lot to do."

Mara went down the stairs with me, glowering the whole way.

She stopped me in the hallway. "You're not ready for this sort of thing. I could just strangle whoever did this to you."

"I don't think you'd have much luck. I don't know what to do about this," I added, tapping my chest, "but I have other things to do first and I'll do them, so long as I can."

"You must be careful, Harper. You're a stubborn, hardheaded, scientific practicalist, and all of this seems like a nightmare to you that you hope will simply evaporate when you wake up. But you don't wake up from this."

I snorted. "I've learned that already. I just have to figure out how to get through without getting killed."

"What about Cameron? Are you going to quit his case?"

I sighed. "It could be moot. And please don't try to persuade me."

"I shan't. But there is something you should know. Because a vampire can lay a geas, he can also be put under one. You can bind them to a promise in the Grey. Do you understand?" "I m not sure."

She sighed. "Think on it. If you must deal with them, you may need to try. Do take care, though."

"I will."

I drove home and went to bed. My sleep was tossed by fragmented dreams and nonspecific discomforts. I woke as the sun was going down. Just like a vampire.

I sat on the living room floor and contemplated the unlit TV. Its blind, dark eye stared back. Chaos jumped into my lap and nosed her way under my sweater as I sat and thought.

I had no choice, since I wasn't smart enough or coward enough to give up. Rest and the quiet of the Danzigers' house had helped ease my exhaustion, but I still felt achy and itchy and ill, and I wondered if that was doom. I played with the ferret in a desultory and desperate way until she insisted on napping. I put her to bed, then put on comfortable clothes and went out.

The first place I went was Adult Fantasies.

Carlos was downstairs, glowering at the unfortunate Jason while a firestorm of black fury whirled around them. Jason cowered, drawing in on himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...," the boy whined. I cringed.

Carlos's reply dripped scorn. "Yes. You are. Just clean it up and keep your wretched hands to yourself or I'll tear them off at the wrist."

Jason looked near to gagging on fear. He stumbled backward and bolted for the stairs as Carlos released him from his glare. Then the vampire turned it on me. It struck like a stone, ringing through my ribs, and I started to fold my shoulders inward. He raised his line of sight to my face and cut the intensity, cocked his head and flicked an eyebrow.

"Blaine."

I forced myself forward. Revulsion and the residual pain in my chest urged me to draw away.

"I'd like to speak with you."

He nodded and waved me toward the office. Passing him sent cold shudders through me.

The pierced Goth girl was rummaging about in some boxes. She looked up as we entered.

"Leave that," Carlos ordered.

She shrugged. "OK." I envied her lack of sensitivity. We watched her geisha-like shuffle as she left, apparently impervious to the effects of Carlos's presence.

"Sit down."

I sank into a chair. Carlos settled himself behind the desk, then raised his eyes to mine. They had no light in them, and I shivered as he waited for me to speak.

"I need to meet with Edward. Can you help me do that?"

Carlos sat back, his face blank, just glowering for a while. At last he said, "Yes."

"When and where?"

"On Wednesdays, he holds court at the After Dark."

"That's in Pioneer Square, isn't it? I've never been there."

A cruel humor flickered in the blackness of his eyes. "Not many daylighters have. He'll see you. I'll take care of it."

"What time?"

"Never before ten."

"I need as many of Edward's enemies, malcontents, or neutrals there as possible. Can you accomplish that?"

"My pleasure."

"Thank you. I have an unrelated, professional favor to ask you also."

Again the silent gaze pierced me. I sympathized with Jason.

"There is an object I'd like you to look at, as a specialist."

He raised an eyebrow. "A specialist in what, do you believe?"

"Necromancy."

His brows drew down and the force of his personality bore on me like a toppled column. He growled deep in his throat and my body began to quake, the vibration of his fury beating against me. I swallowed hard and began to talk fast through my constricted throat.

"I need the services of a necromancer and you're the only one I know of. No one told your secrets. I guessed from what you told me before. I swear it."

He drew back a little. "And you need one for what?"

"I need to know the history and source of a dark artifact—necromantic, probably. Interested?"

He sat back and withdrew his fury, though a press of darkness remained. "You're a fool."

"I have no choice," I confessed, and hoped I had not made a bad guess about the Byzantine workings of his mind.

"Are you desperate enough to submit to me? I might demand a price you would prefer not to pay."

I was shivering. "You might. Do you intend to?"

He fell silent and stared into me. Streamers of light and darkness wove between us and brushed over me and I let them, though my insides clutched in fear. They slid over the knot with a chill pang of curiosity and withdrew.

He narrowed his eyes with the specter of a curious smile. "Not this time. When and where?"

"Tomorrow, at the Madison Forrest Historical House. We'll need to discuss your information with a friend, too. A witch."

He raised an eyebrow. "A true witch? Not one of those soft, powerless, New Age idiots?"

"A real witch."

"It's been a long time."

I said nothing.

He lowered his head in a half nod. "After sunset, tomorrow.”. I stood up and so did he. I didn't offer my hand. "Thank you."

He stepped closer. I wanted to recoil, but didn't dare. He leaned over me. "Something of power is turning in you. Yet you seem ill." He reached out and swept something from my hair and shoulder, drew his hand down the line of my sternum without touching me. He brought a writhing piece of darkness to his face and breathed in the scent of it. "You reek of dark powers mixed with light. Have you touched the artifact?"

"No, but you could say it touched me."

He rubbed the slip of shadow between his fingers. "Disturbing. This can't be as it is." Then he wadded the shadow up and tucked it into his pocket, as before.

"I'm not pleased with it myself," I answered.

"Be wary, Blaine."

I lifted a cynical eyebrow. "And trust you at the same time?" I turned the topic. "How will we find you tomorrow?"

"I'll find you." His eyes glittered. He grinned at me and I felt as if those savage white teeth tore into my flesh. "I'll always know the smell of you now." I shuddered.

I was glad to leave his presence. I walked through the night, straight toward Alice.

She narrowed her eyes as I approached across the bar and smiled furious hunger. Sparks of violent yellow and red danced around her. "You have played far too close. I've had to expose myself in covering you. I had better not come to regret it."

"I'm too tired to fence with you. If you want to exploit the opportunity, be in the After Dark Wednesday night about nine thirty."

"Who told you about After Dark?"

I smiled with all the cold in my heart and didn't answer. Her icy acid hate slashed a storm against me, ringing off the beating Grey thing within. My knees trembled, but I stood it, somehow.

"When I'm done," I said at last, "you'll have your chance. If you move too early, you'll tip your hand, so be patient."

"Patient? I have been nothing but. And if you are double-crossing me—"

"What good would that do? I won't have a single friend in the room. In fact, you'll be the only one there who doesn't already have reason to take my head off."

I paused and turned a bit away. "Maybe I shouldn't bother. I can probably stay far enough away from you to live to a reasonable age. And I can't trust you, anyhow. You'll probably be first in line to exercise all those threats you've made."

I started to walk. Alice snagged my arm, sending heat and black ice through me. "Are you backing out now?"