Infernal_ A Repairman Jack Novel Part 45

... and prayed...

... and hoped...

...and- She felt her palm grow warm, hot.

"Ow, Mom! That hurts!"

"Jesus Christ!"

Jack's voice. She opened her eyes and looked at Vicky's back.

She'd smeared the solution over the middle of the Stain, planning to coat it to its borders and beyond. But that wouldn't be necessary.

With her heart bursting Gia watched the edges of the Stain retreat, fading as they drew back toward Vicky's spine.

Could it be? She ached to believe it but couldn't help thinking that her mind was conspiring with her eyes to let her see what she most desperately wanted.

"It's gone!" Jack whispered.

And it was. Not just her imagination or wishful thinking-he saw it too. Without a trace. Except for a smear of brown liquid, Vicky's back was clear.

Gia wrapped her arms around Vicky and began to sob.

It worked! It worked!

That clear little back was worth anything-even the burning itching sensation that had just begun on her own.

3.

-45:42.

Tom awoke and stretched. He felt crummy. A little nausea, a thick tongue, burning nostrils. Now he remembered why he'd kicked that habit.

Still, last night's little toot had got him through his bad case of the downs. Didn't make today look any better, though.

He checked the clock: after ten. He hadn't heard from Jack. Not that he expected to, but he was eager to learn what he and Gia had found during their all-nighter.

He forced himself upright, waited for the room to stop wobbling, then checked out the bedside phone. Three speed-dial b.u.t.tons. He pressed number one.

Someone picked up alter three rings. Jack.

"Hey, it's Tom. Any luck last night?"

"Yeah. Lucky for you. You had your sorry a.s.s yanked out of the fire."

"You mean-?"

"Yeah. Gia found something in the book that erased Vicky's Stain."

"Oh, thank G.o.d! That's wonderful news!"

And he meant it. Now he might work his way back into Gia's good graces. And of course it was a relief that her little girl was out of danger.

"For you too," Jack said. "You get to live a little longer."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind. Just count yourself lucky."

And then Tom was holding a dead phone. Jack had hung up on him. Must be still p.i.s.sed at him.

Who cared?

Tom did a quick wash-up, dressed, then headed for the street. He caught a cab on Columbus Avenue and told the driver to take him to Eight Sutton Square.

4.

-45:11.

"Jack! Jack!"

Jack looked up from the Compendium Compendium as a wide-eyed Vicky rushed into the kitchen. as a wide-eyed Vicky rushed into the kitchen.

"What's up, Vicks?"

"That thing! That weird thing! It's gone! It's not in my room anymore!"

Jack was surprised, but then realized it made sense. Vicky no longer carried the Stain, so the Lilitongue would no longer be hovering around her.

"No kidding? Let's go see."

Gia was in the shower, so Jack followed Vicky upstairs to her bedroom and, sure enough, no Lilitongue hanging in the corner.

Jack let out a breath. Here was confirmation that the d.a.m.ned thing's connection to Vicky had been broken.

"This is great, Vicky."

She looked up at him with concern in her big blue eyes. "Is it gone for good? It won't be back?"

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Good. I felt like it was watching me. It was scary."

More than you know, Vicks, he thought. More than I hope you'll ever know.

When Jack stepped out into the hall she stayed close behind him-still didn't want to be alone in her room, he guessed.

She ran downstairs while he stopped at the phone in the hall and called home. He wanted to ask Tom if the Lilitongue had returned to its chest, but no one picked up.

As he pa.s.sed the bathroom he heard Gia sobbing in the shower. His throat tightened. Jack had felt like sobbing himself when he'd seen Vicky's clear back. He'd been worried sick about her, but he couldn't have been as terrified as Gia.

He moved on, but as he pa.s.sed her bedroom, something caught his eye. He backed up.

His blood turned to ice as he recognized the Lilitongue hovering in a corner. He stood in the doorway, unable to move, unable to breathe, feeling as though the world around him had come to a screeching halt.

The Lilitongue had moved... okay. But why here instead of back to its chest? Vicky had spent the night in Gia's room, so that might explain it, but it should be gone. If Vicky was in the clear, why was it still hanging around?

Or was she in the clear? What if the Stain had been only temporarily removed? What if it was back?

He ran downstairs, but before heading for the kitchen he looked for Vicky. An awful thought had occurred to him: What if the Lilitongue's presence meant that the Stain had returned?

He found her reading the latest Mutts Mutts collection in the library. collection in the library.

"Hey, Vicks. Mind if I take a quick look at your back? I just want to make sure that mark is gone."

A concerned look flashed across her face. "You don't think it came back, do you?"

"Nah. Just want to make sure, is all."

"Okay."

She turned and lifted her T-s.h.i.+rt partway up her back. Jack dropped to his knees behind her and raised it the rest of the way. He released a sigh of relief when he saw her unmarred skin.

"Nope. Still gone."

He dropped the back of the s.h.i.+rt and rose to his feet.

"Good! I hope it never comes back."

"You and me both, kiddo. You and me both."

Okay. Vicky was clear. So why was the Lilitongue still here?

Jack wondered if Gia knew. No. Couldn't. She'd have said something. She was going to be upset when she found out. Maybe he could find an explanation before she finished her shower.

He raced to the kitchen and grabbed the Compendium Compendium. As he flipped through the pages, he heard the shower stop. Had to hurry.

He went back and forth until he found a section called Remedies Remedies. Could that be it?

A long section. He searched page after page until a heading stopped him: Stealing the Stain Stealing the Stain. That had to be it.

But something about it rang a warning bell.

He flashed through the list of odd ingredients until he came to the oddest of all.

"And last, to make the transfer complete, the taker must wish the Stain for himself. There can be no success without the wish. If successfully transferred, the Stain will appear on the taker who shall be required to wait only the hours remaining to the original Stained until escape. Have no fear of losing the Stain to the original Stained: Once lost, it may never be regained."

Jack read the pa.s.sage again. And again. The tone was throwing him off... almost congratulatory. But he pushed through, trying to a.s.semble the words into a shape, a thought, a message that made sense and wouldn't send him tearing upstairs screaming for Gia to tell him that it wasn't true, that she hadn't done this.

He couldn't. No doubt about it. He didn't need to see her back to know that Gia had taken-"stolen"-the Stain from Vicky and transferred it to herself.

He understood it... so typically Gia... she'd do anything to protect Vicky.

Jack leaned back and forced his numb brain to review his options. He came up with only one.

He heard Gia on the stairs. She walked in wearing jeans and a sweats.h.i.+rt. Her hair was still wet. Her red, puffy eyes told the story. She hadn't been sobbing with relief in the shower-she was frightened.

As she entered the kitchen Jack rose and faced her.

"Gia, how could you?"

She burst into tears. "How could I not not?"

Just then the doorbell rang. Jack looked past Gia, saw Vicky run to the front door and peek through the sidelight.

"It's Tom!"

She pulled open the door and let him in. He held up a white paper bag.

"Hi, everybody! I come bearing gifts!"

"What?" Vicky cried.

"Donuts!"

As Vicky cheered, Jack muttered, "Oh, s.h.i.+t."

5.