"And how do we do that?" Quentin inquired politely.
"Hollis knows what to do."
"Yeah, and knowing that is fine and dandy if the energy in the Compound affects us the way we hope it will. But if it doesn"tif things go horribly wrong, as things so often do in the kind of confrontation we"re setting upthen what? Hollis is standing in the open doorway between this world and the nextand one good shove the wrong way means we lose her."
"I know," Bishop said.
"My guess is that Samuel won"t hesitate to shove. In fact, I"m guessing that"ll be his knee-jerk response."
"I know," Bishop repeated.
"And then there"s Tessa. Not only will she be going into that place alone, but the chances are d.a.m.n good Samuel will know she"s coming and have the time to conjure a nice little welcome for her."
Bishop didn"t repeat his words, but merely waited.
Galen murmured, "Making your point the hard way."
"I don"t know any other way to make it," Quentin told him.
Galen opened his mouth to comment, but the summons of his cell phone distracted him.
"That"s another thing," Quentin said in a lowered tone as Galen took the call. "Cell reception down in the valley seriously sucks, and Sawyer said the police radios weren"t much better. Especially now, with all the fluctuating energies trapped in that valley. The very energies we"re hoping will enhance our abilities is going to make it tricky as h.e.l.l for us to time this thing, especially when we aren"t sure how much time Tessa will need to do her part."
"I have an idea about that," Bishop said.
Galen snapped his cell phone closed and said, "Huh."
The other two looked at him.
"Reports of my death," he said, "have apparently reached the Director."
"He"s still in Paris," Bishop said slowly.
"Yeah. But my question is, how would that information have gotten to Washington, let alone Paris? n.o.body here reported it. Aside from Reese, only two people witnessed me being shot and killed. Neither of them could have known I was FBI. And both are supposedly loyal members of Reverend Samuel"s church."
Washington It was nearly midnight when the phone rang, but Senator LeMott was still awake, propped up in bed not reading.
He tossed the unread newspaper aside, pulled off his reading gla.s.ses, and answered the phone. "LeMott."
"I have a message for you, Senator. From down South." The voice was m.u.f.fled, not even clearly identifiable as male or female.
"What"s the message?"
"He found himself a friendly judge. A federal judge. The warrant was signed about an hour ago. They"re going into the Compound late tomorrow morning."
"In force?"
"Not exactly."
LeMott listened to the m.u.f.fled voice for another minute or two, then merely said, "Thank you." And hung up.
He sat there in bed for several more minutes, staring at the wood fire crackling in his bedroom"s fireplace without seeing it. Then he reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a cell phone. He pressed one number and waited while the call went through. When it was answered on the other end, he spoke a single word, very clearly.
"Viper."
Then he closed the phone. Without hesitation, and with unerring aim, he threw it across the room and into the fire.
He wasted no time in pushing newspapers and covers aside so he could sit on the edge of the bed and use the phone on his nightstand for the second time that night. Again, his call was answered promptly.
"Yes, Senator?"
"Get the jet ready. I"m on my way."
"Yes, sir."
Senator Abe LeMott hung up the phone, then went into his dressing room, turning on lights as he went. He drew an already-packed bag from a shelf in one of his closets and set it near to hand.
It had been packed for quite a while.
He drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, flexing his shoulders as though shifting a burden.
Then he began getting dressed.
Chapter Eighteen.
AT FIRST, Ruby wasn"t even sure she was awake. It was pitch black, for one thing, the sort of darkness that was only possible in sleep. And the silence was curiously m.u.f.fled, the way it was when thick snow lay on the ground and covered the trees.
And then there was the fact that she couldn"t seem to move a muscle other than her eyelids.
"You"ve been naughty, my child. I"m afraid you must be punished."
With that memory came the pain that had followed his words, and Ruby felt hot tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Pain, not pleasure, not any kind of pleasure, not even the pretend kind. It had felt as though a white-hot knife had jabbed at her head, again and again.
She had tried to keep her sh.e.l.l as hard as she could, had fought with everything inside her, and something told her now that it was only because of that struggle that she was still her.
But as hard as she"d fought, Father had managed to take something from her, she understood that dimly. He had managed to steal some of her strength. Maybe most of her strength.
She thought that was why she couldn"t move. Because it didn"t feel like she was tied up or anything like that. It was just that her arms and legs felt incredibly heavy and a bit numb, as though they"d been asleep.
Ruby tried to call out for help, but only a bare whisper of air escaped her lips, and she had the sudden terrified notion that he had stolen her voice when he took her strength. He had stolen her voice and left her here Where?
Was she still in the Ritual Room?
She had no sense of s.p.a.ce above her or around her. In fact, she could have been in a coffin for all she knew.
Another terrifying possibility.
She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it would be better that way, but the blackness and the panic and terror were the same. She had no idea how much time had pa.s.sed, how much time was pa.s.sing. She had no idea whether thissurely part of Father"s punishmentwas temporary or whether she would just disappear, as so many others had disappeared.
Her mother was gone. Her father. Brooke. She had even sent Lexie away.
Ruby had never felt so alone in her life.
The only taxi Grace could boast pulled up to the gates of the Compound, and Tessa rolled down her window to speak to Carl Fisk.
"Good morning, Mrs. Gray." He was, as always, polite.
"Mr. Fisk. I called ahead and talked to Mr. DeMarco; I came to get my car. And to see Ruth, if possible."
"He said you were expected, Mrs. Gray. Joe, you might want to check with DeMarco after you let Mrs. Gray out; he said something about a couple of the women wanting to go into town this morning."
"Okay, I"ll check with him. See you, Carl." The middle-aged driver was also polite, but disinterested enough that Tessa had concluded he probably wasn"t a church member. Probably.
As the taxi pa.s.sed through the gates, Tessa wondered for the first time if her driver was a church member. But it was a fleeting thought, dismissed because she had to focus, had to concentrate on shoring up her shields. Even just barely into the Compound, she could feel the skin-tingling effects of the odd energy fields. She thought it was stronger than it had been the day before and wondered if it was caused by the approaching storm system that had surprised the local weather peopleor by something else.
DeMarco met the taxi at his accustomed spot in the Square; beside him, two of the young wives of the church waited, scrubbed and smiling and curiously indistinguishable from each other.
Tessa paid her driver and got out of the taxi, and the two young women got in. She stood beside DeMarco and watched the car pull away.
"Friday shopping?" she asked him quietly.
"They were discussing whether to go tomorrow. Since the taxi was bringing you, I suggested they go today." His voice was just as quiet as hers.
"So there"s two away safe."
"I hope so."
"What about the others?"
"Usual routine. Most of the children will be at their lessons, in their homes. Well out of the way, at least initially. There are probably less than a dozen people inside the church, most of them in the recreation area or upstairs in the office s.p.a.ce."
"Where"s Samuel?"
"Meditating, as he does every day at this time. Tessa, you need to be very careful. There was something different about him this morning."
"Does he know I"m here?"
"I don"t know. What I do know is that he held a Youth Ritual yesterday while I was gone."
"Is that"
"Call it an initiation, in stages. As the girls reach p.u.b.erty, he begins to lead them through a series of ceremonies supposedly intended to purify their path to womanhood."
Tessa felt queasy. "He begins stimulating them?"
"So I gather. The ceremonies for his Chosen ones are attended only by Samuel, Ruth, and the girlsfour each time. But I"ve seen the afterglow."
"Christ."
Calmly, DeMarco said, "For that alone he deserves to rot in h.e.l.l. But something unusual happened yesterday, or at least I think it did. This group is the one including Ruby."
"You never said she"
DeMarco cut her off. "I wasn"t about to tell you something that would only make you more determined to rescue her as soon as possible. And I had no reason to suppose this ceremony would be any different from the two or three Ruby has already endured."
Not nearly as calm, Tessa said, "So something was different this time?"
"I haven"t seen Ruby this morning. Or one of the other girls who was in her group. Brooke."
"Would you, normally?"
"A communal breakfast, with prayers, in the church"s dining hall. Not everyone attends, but many do. Ruby"s mother was there, smiling. But no Ruby. And no Brooke. I gather the group has a new girl, Mara, but no explanation was offered as to why she apparently replaced Brooke or what happened to Brooke or to Ruby."
Tessa had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. "You think he hurt them this time?"
"Brooke"s gone," he said simply.
"What?"
"I knew it as soon as I saw Samuel this morning. I could feel it in him, that particular energy. He destroyed Brooke."
Tessa swallowed hard. "And Ruby?"
"I don"t think so. You still feel the connection, don"t you?"
She didn"t have to think about that. "Yes."
"Then she"s still alive. But I have no idea where she is."
"I have to find her."
"I know. And I can"t help you, except by making sure the chief"s distraction is felt all through the Compound." DeMarco checked his watch. "We have about half an hour. The cameras are already cutting in and out, but they always do when a storm"s on the way, so no alarm."
"And no watching eyes?"
"Give me five minutes to get to the control room and take care of that."
"What about Ruth?"
"She was busy. I didn"t wasn"t to disturb her. Be careful, Tessa." DeMarco turned and went into the church.