Downside Ghosts: Unholy Ghosts Part 29

The light fell from her hand as Terrible grabbed her, his fingers painfully tight around her arm, ripping her out of her stupor and shoving her toward where the door had been. She couldn't see a thing, the white spots in front of her eyes worse than the darkness.

"The amulet, we have to have-"

"I got it, just go!" Still holding her, he flung himself forward. She heard something thunk into the plaster where they'd just been as they fell through the door and onto the landing.

Pictures flew from the walls as Chess and Terrible tore down the stairs, in what could have been a run but was more like a tumble. She twisted her ankle at the bottom but did not let herself stop, feeling the Dreamthief behind them, knowing there was no escape.

They burst out into the shadowy night and started running across the lawn, heading for Terrible's car on the next block. Probably not the safest place to be, but all Chess could think to do was try and get away. Get away, get to the airport, get the ritual done. She had no choice. Even the spells and wards at the Church might not be strong enough to protect her, not with the thief connected to her through blood.

Her chest felt ready to explode by the time they were halfway up the street. She didn't dare look back. There was no point in looking back. He was after them, of course he was after them, they had the amulet. The one thing that might be able to control him, and the one thing that would draw him to her.

"Give me the amulet," she managed to gasp.

He didn't ask questions, but pressed it into her palm and closed her fingers around it.

Ereshdiran darted past them, a black streak in the orange streetlight glow. Chess sucked as much air as she could into her aching lungs and said the generic Banis.h.i.+ng words she'd learned five years before, the first words of power any Church employee learned. "Arcranda beliam dis.h.a.ger!"

They didn't stop to see if it worked. It probably hadn't, and it certainly hadn't worked permanently. But if it bought them a few minutes, enough time to get in the car and get moving, enough time to keep Banis.h.i.+ng him until she could start the ritual, it would be worth it.

They reached the car, finally, yanking the doors open and throwing themselves inside. Terrible had the keys in the ignition and the engine started before she'd managed to sit up straight, and they peeled away in a cloud of heavy exhaust, the rear end of the car fishtailing as it leapt away from the curb.

The Chevelle ate up the highway, sliding in and out of traffic with a low, contented purr. Chess stared out the window, watching other cars disappear behind them, until her hands stopped shaking.

The first thing she did was another b.u.mp, a proper one this time. The second was to drink half her water and hand it to Terrible to finish.

"You right, Chess? You get hurt?"

"No, I'm okay. You?"

He shrugged. Light from the dash caught on the shard of mirror protruding from his left arm.

"You're not, you got stabbed-"

"Ain't so bad. I been got worse."

"Oh? Like what?" She just wanted him to talk, about anything. Just wanted to hear his calm, low voice like gravel poured over the rough ground of her terror.

"Aye. Dame I know bit me once."

She laughed in spite of herself, a surprised laugh like a hiccup. "You mean you let a girl hurt you?"

"Some dames I let do whatany they want."

She had no idea how to reply to that; her face heated. He was joking, had to be. She would never forget the look on his face at Trickster's, how p.i.s.sed off he'd been, how he'd just given up on her.

Even though she wasn't supposed to remember it at all. So what did he mean? If he thought she didn't remember-Oh, f.u.c.k it. Best to ignore the whole thing.

After a minute he cleared his throat and said, "So Randy. He brung the ghost to get money, aye?"

"Yeah." She spoke a little too loudly, a little too grateful for the change of subject. "Well, basically. First he was going to fake a haunting, to get a payout from the Church. But then I got the case instead of him-he was next in the queue, but Elder Griffin gave it to me-so they had to get a real ghost, because I would have caught them faking it. I guess they didn't realize that I'd found the amulet, and my-my blood had touched it. Um, had fed the thief and given him power. But they were already raising him and I guess they figured it would be easy enough to send him to the Mortons' house before they used him against the Church, so ... Yeah. He did it."

"Not that Goody."

"No." She wished he hadn't mentioned that. It was embarra.s.sing enough having been so stupid and wrong, without being reminded that he knew she'd been stupid and wrong. "Randy and the Mortons went to the Spa, and that's where he met whoever recruited him into the Lamaru. He just ... gave her the key ring. I mean, I a.s.sume."

"Trying to get what he want from her, aye? Figure he play her on the good side, she give him the push-up."

"And she probably would have, if-"

Ereshdiran's face appeared in the center of the winds.h.i.+eld, leering at them, his black cloak flying around him like tentacles whipping the air. Chess screamed, cringing against the back of her seat, then hitting the door when Terrible swerved to the left.

Ereshdiran disappeared. Something heavy hit the roof of the car, bowing it down. Terrible sped up, so fast the lines on the road blurred, skipping onto the shoulder and opening the powerful engine all the way. The cars they pa.s.sed disappeared but the weight stayed on the roof.

"It's not him," she said, as the thing slammed onto the car again. "He doesn't have weight, he's holding something-"

Terrible's right arm shot out and hit her chest, knocking the wind out of her. He slammed on the brakes. The heavy nose of the car angled down, the rear rising. Rubber howled against cement. Ereshdiran flew forward, dropping the stone he'd been beating the car with. It rolled off to the side. Terrible threw the car back into first and slammed the gas so hard the engine shrieked.

"No, you can't-"

They hit Ereshdiran, drove right through him. For a second, ice filled her body, filled her mind, making her scream again. The sensation ended before the sound had a chance to hit the air.

The Dreamthief came back, pouring himself into the car, his chilling fingers slithering over her skin. Terrible gasped; she looked over to see the shard of mirror in his arm twisting, disappearing into his flesh. His fingers convulsed on the wheel but the car did not slow down, did not waver.

She lifted the amulet, shouted the Banis.h.i.+ng words. The thief winced but did not disappear. She shouted again, louder, using every bit of breath and power she had in her body. He wavered, the mirror slipping from his fingers as they grew transparent again.

One more time. "Arcranda beliam dis.h.a.ger!"

It worked. Ereshdiran disappeared as the Chevelle swooped down the exit ramp, heading for the airport. The airport, and the end of it all. One way or another.

Chapter Thirty-five.

"The Church is ever vigilant on your behalf, and this is fact."

-The Book of Truth, Veraxis, Article 2 A crowd waited for them in the muddy parking lot. b.u.mp in full regalia, complete with ragged cape. Some of his men, smoking cigarettes, standing tough in little groups like mine cl.u.s.ters. They all turned, hands automatically dropping to knife holsters at their waists when the headlights. .h.i.t them, then relaxing again when they recognized the car.

"Ay, lookie be my ladybird." b.u.mp oozed toward the car as Chess got out, his s.h.i.+ny boots gleaming. "Ready do your witchy thing?"

She nodded, figuring if she pretended she was ready she eventually would be. Probably when it was all over.

"Benefit. Slipknot set up on yon f.u.c.kin field, yay? Terrible chatter me what you needing, on the earlier. All ready your f.u.c.kin thing, get done, we straight."

"Right." She guessed Terrible had called when she was in the Church; she hadn't even thought to ask him if he'd arranged to have everything set up for her. Everything except what was in her bag, and in the trunk of his car. All of her equipment.

"So why the stand here? We f.u.c.kin move, yay?"

Again, she nodded. Her throat felt too constricted to push words through.

The walk through the fence, across the scattered chunks of runway, felt like a funeral pro cession. Which in a way she guessed it was. Slipknot, at least, would be set free-or at least, sent into a more comfortable prison. The rest of them ...

Her phone buzzed at her hip. Lex again. He'd called a dozen times, left messages she hadn't bothered to listen to. The men were walking ahead of her, their backs swaying gently as they picked their way through the rubble. She answered the phone.

"Tulip! d.a.m.n, thought maybe you was dead. Why you didn't wait for me before?"

"I told you why. I couldn't hear you very well, and-"

"Aye, check it. Need to talk to you, like now. Come meet me."

"I can't, I'm-"

"I know where you at, and I know what you up to. Gotta get some words in first. I'm at the far end of the runway, dig? Over the fence. By them houses. Get over here, we gotta get straight ere you do all you might think again on later."

"I can't," she repeated. Terrible glanced back at her, and she lowered her voice. "This isn't about-it's not about what we talked about."

"This about that thief, aye? Gotta talk to you, tulip. Don't care how you fix it. You get here. I got some knowledge you need right."

"Why can't you just tell-" she started, but he'd already hung up. s.h.i.+t.

Ahead of her, off to the left in the center of the field, Slipknot's corpse made a pale splotch on a platform fas.h.i.+oned from rough wooden crates. Best to have him off the ground, make sure nothing interfered ... They were almost there.

"I have to go to the bathroom." It wasn't a great excuse, but it was the only one she could think of that would be irrefutably believed and would give her some privacy. Being caught here with Lex would not be healthy at all.

"Ain't it wait?" b.u.mp looked her up and down, as if trying to a.s.sess how badly she needed to go. And of course, she realized she kind of did need to go, which worked out wonderfully. Now she'd have to talk to Lex and not go, which meant she would still have to when she got back, unless she wanted to take the time to both talk to Lex and go, in which case they would wonder just what exactly she was doing.

"No. It can't wait."

He nodded. "Terrible, go with she ladybird, keep your eyes on right."

Terrible shook his head. "Give her some private, b.u.mp. C'mon. She ain't gonna run, not with that thing after her, aye?"

Guilt worked its way into her bones, so deep it almost hurt. "I'll be right back."

"I gots men all over that f.u.c.kin edge, yay? Tell they I say let you be."

She nodded and headed for the far edge, trying to move quickly enough that it looked like she needed to get there but not so quickly that it looked as if she was about to wet her pants. Her face burned.

Pitted metal cut into her hands, especially her wounded right one. An added bonus, rust working into her burn. She grabbed her water bottle when she got over the fence and poured some onto her palm, but it was too dark to know if it really helped. Nothing to do but forget it and get on with the job.

For a minute she stood, looking uncertainly around, aware that in removing herself from the sight of Terrible and b.u.mp she'd also made herself vulnerable. If Lex's plan to keep the airport from reopening included kidnapping her-again-she'd just handed herself to him on a s.h.i.+ny tray of deceit.

No sound but the dry wind hit her ears. The houses were dark, abandoned-looking in the pale washed-out glow of the moon. Their inhabitants were probably asleep. A trickle of sweat ran down her spine. They were asleep, all of them. She could almost feel them sleeping, turning fitfully in their rumpled, damp beds, their dreams being converted to energy for the thing she was about to fight. Alone.

Lex grabbed her hand. She jumped and swung automatically, but he ducked. His soft laugh caressed her skin. "Jumpy, tulip?"

"What do you want, Lex? This isn't really a good time."

"Oh?" His hands settled on her waist, fingers curving to draw her close. In spite of herself she s.h.i.+vered, closing her eyes at the feel of his teeth sc.r.a.ping the base of her throat. "Feels like a good time to me."

With effort she pulled away. "No, it's not. I had to tell them I needed to go to the bathroom, they'll be waiting for me. So talk fast."

"Aye, right. You ain't forget our agreement, I hope."

"No, I didn't forget. This isn't about the ghosts. It's about the thief, and he could show up again any minute, so-"

"b.u.mp gonna be expecting you finish the job. What you gonna tell him, he ask?"

"I thought you didn't care."

"Maybe I do. A little."

"You said you had some information for me."

He watched her for a minute, his expression blank. "Aye, got some right. Been doing some looking on my own, tulip. Keeping my ear down, aye? Had people here today, my people, seen them Lamarus. And they know, dig? What's on the happening."

"They've known all along, those guys who broke in and-"

"Nay, nay. Ain't what I mean. They know you, where you live, aye. But they know what's going down here. They know you charging it off tonight. Gonna be some s.h.i.+t here, so get it done, get out clean. Head for the tunnel, I catch you there."

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why? What if I do end up Banis.h.i.+ng those ghosts tonight, what then? Will you still be waiting for me, or what? What are you going to do to me?"

Even in the dim moonlight she could see his smile. "Aw, tulip. Seems to me you oughta know by now what I do. Thought you got pretty familiar with it."

"That's not what I meant." Only willpower kept her voice from getting shaky.

He kissed her, still holding her hips close enough that she had to lean back. Her already shaky nerves went into overload, speed and adrenaline and l.u.s.t combining to make her knees weak, and she clung to him in a way that would have embarra.s.sed her if she hadn't been so desperate to pretend none of this was happening.

"I got belief in you," he said finally. "You ain't stupid. You figure something out."

"That's a big help."

"You forgetting, I ain't a helpful guy."

She snorted and turned back toward the fence. In another minute they would send someone to look for her, if they hadn't already. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Okay." She dropped her bag on the ground next to Slipknot's foul remains and planted her hands on her hips. Her head grew lighter, but she forced herself to ignore it. She could not mess this up. It was her life on the line now, in more ways than one. "It's extremely important that no one goes to sleep. What we're dealing with ... he feeds on sleep, or he can. He can make you tired. So whatever you need to do to stay awake, do it."

They nodded, good little soldiers one and all, with the exception of b.u.mp and Terrible. b.u.mp stood apart from it all, the diamonds on his fingers throwing off moonlight sparks. And Terrible ... He just watched, waiting, the tension in his body evident.