Chronicles Of The Keeper - Summon The Keeper Part 84

"Do you remember those sparks off the energy that I told you about the first day I was here?"

He frowned thoughtfully and scratched at the back of his neck. "The ones you see that keep you from driving?"

"Essentially. There are places where the fabric of the universe is practically cheesecloth tonight so a lot of sparks are going to get through. Once through, it seems some of them are being called here. That was a Bogart."

"Humphrey?"

"I doubt it."

"Was it dangerous?"

"No." Dropping down onto the stairs, she stretched her legs out into the lobby. "But it could've gotten destructive if I hadn't bought it off."

He glanced down at the salad bowl. "With chocolate bars?"

"Why not?"

"Okay. What did it mean by biggers?"

"Bigger than it. More powerful, more dangerous."

"Will they be coming all night?"

"I don't know. They might stop coming if we blow out the jack-o'-lantern and turn off the front lights, but they might not."

"So we should blow out the candle and turn off the lights and see what happens."

Her eyes narrowed. "No."

"No?"

"I'm not cowering in the dark."

"But you didn't even want to do this." He was wearing what Claire had begun to recognize as his responsible face. "It was my idea and..."

"So?" She cut him off and stood as Austin announced more children approaching. "Since we've started it, we're going to finish it. And you might as well enjoy it."

The gypsy and the ghostbuster, although they might've been a pirate and a sewer worker, Claire wasn't entirely sure, looked startled when she opened the door before they knocked.

"How did you know we was coming?" the gypsy/pirate demanded.

Claire nodded toward the window where Austin could be seen silhouetted beside the pumpkin. "The cat told me."

The ghostbuster/sewer worker snorted. "Did not."

"My dad says this place is haunted," the gypsy/pirate announced.

"Your dad's right."

"Cool. Can we see the ghost?"

"No."

They accepted her refusal with the resigned grace of children used to being denied access to the adult world.

"The cat told me?" Austin asked as she closed the door.

"Hey, it's Halloween."

"Then you should have shown them the ghost," Jacques pointed out with a toss of his head.

"Jacques!"

Catching it one-handed, he set it back on his shoulders at a rakish angle. "If you give me flesh, I could not do that."

Suppressing a shudder, Claire glared at him. "If I gave you flesh right now, I'd smack it."

His grin broadened. "D'accord."

"No."

"Tease."

The wards blazed red.

"Well..." Claire glanced around at the man, the cat, and the ghost as she reached for the door. "... let's check out the next contestant."

A young woman stood on the step. She had short brown hair, brown eyes, and matching Satin Claret lipstick and nail polish.

Claire tapped her own Satin Claret nails impatiently against the doorjamb. "You've got to be kidding."

The young woman shrugged. "Trick or treat?"

Behind her, Claire heard Dean gasp. "Boss. It's you."

"Not quite. It's a Waff, a kind of Co-walker. Technically, it's a death token."

"A what?"

"Don't worry about it." Folding her arms, Claire looked the Waff in the eye and said in her best primary schoolteacher voice, "You've no business being here. Go on, then. Off with you! Scram!"

Looking embarra.s.sed about the entire incident, the Waff slunk down the steps and out of sight.

"Honestly," Claire sighed as she closed the door. "They used to get chased off by mortals, you'd think they'd know better than to even try against a Keeper."

"I doubt it had a choice," Austin pointed out, scratching vigorously behind one ear. "Once it was called, it had to come. Things are going to get a lot worse before they get better."

"Do you know that, or are you pontificating?"