Had to get downstairs and find Dawn, then get the h.e.l.l out of this building.
He made it to the first floor, almost falling a couple of times along the way. The first sign of life he saw was the two pseudoguards in the front foyer. They looked dead at first, then he saw their chests move. Alive, but barely.
Why was he up and about? Less exposure?
Whatever. They"d stashed Dawn in the bas.e.m.e.nt before, so that was probably where they had her now. Trouble was, how was he going to get her out? If she was in any shape similar to those two in the foyer, he was going to have to carry her, and he could barely stand.
As he approached the bas.e.m.e.nt door it opened. He stopped, pulled his Glock, and waited.
For a few heartbeats, nothing happened. And then a s.h.a.ggy, bandaged head appeared near the bottom of the opening, gradually followed by the rest of a Kicker crawling out on his hands and knees.
Jack put a foot on his back and pushed him down.
"Hey!" His voice was barely audible.
"Where"s the girl?"
"Gotta get help for Hank." His face was against the floor. "He"s in a bad way."
Jack pressed harder. "The girl-she in there?"
"No. Scary guy took her." It seemed to take all his energy to talk.
"Who?"
"Guy with scary eyes."
Jack had a feeling he knew who he meant.
"And you just let him take her?"
"Paralyzed us."
No doubt about it now.
Rasalom.
s.h.i.t. What did he want with her?
No use in hanging around. He pushed his way back up the steps. The guys in the foyer were starting to twitch. Jack reeled past them and out into the night where he found Veilleur"s car idling at the curb.
Jack dropped into the pa.s.senger seat.
"The girl?" Veilleur said.
"Gone. Your old friend took her."
When Veilleur said nothing Jack glanced at him and saw a worried look on his face.
"What?"
The old man shook his head. "I don"t like this."
"Yeah, well, you can see him being drawn to a super oDNA being, I guess, being filled with a sort of Otherness and all, but what can he do with it?"
Veilleur"s expression turned grim. "I don"t know, but I can guarantee without hesitation that, whatever his plan, it is grim tidings for the rest of us."
18.
"You"re sure you"re all right?" Veilleur said as he pulled to a stop on Sutton Square.
Beyond the East River, dawn was pinking the sky over Queens. The yellow front of Gia"s townhouse beckoned.
Jack nodded. "Yeah." Then shook his head. "No. But I will be after I get inside."
Strengthwise he was maybe eighty percent, but emotionally he remained spent. The Kuroikaze had sucked something out of him and he knew of only one place where it could be replenished.
But that wasn"t why he"d told Veilleur to drop him here. He wanted to make sure they were okay.
Veilleur sighed. "Count your blessings. It"s wonderful to have people you love to turn to."
"You mentioned a wife..."
He nodded sadly. "Perhaps I should have said, People you love who recognize you when you step into the room."
So that was it. Poor guy.
"I guess tonight got to you after all then."
Veilleur looked at him. "Got to me?"
"You know-all the blood, death, and dismemberment. It looked like it was just rolling off your back."
"Why shouldn"t it? This was nothing, Jack. Compared to what I"ve seen, this was a pinp.r.i.c.k on a whale"s hide. You have no idea, you cannot conceive of the atrocities Ra-the Adversary has perpetrated down the millennia. Too often I"ve had to wade through the aftermath, looking for him. Multiply what you saw tonight millions of times and you"ll have the barest inkling of what we can expect if the Otherness is allowed in."
Dismayed, Jack shook his head. "You"re a buzzkill even when there"s no buzz."
Jack offered his hand and they shook.
"Thanks for the lift."
He got out with the katana and watched Glaeken drive off. Then he let himself into the townhouse as quietly as he could. As he closed the door and put the katana in the umbrella stand he heard someone crying upstairs.
"Vicky?"
He dashed up to the second floor where he found a terrified-looking Gia cringing on the bed with Vicky. She was wearing an oversized Iowa State T-shirt and little else; Vicky wore shorty pajamas.
"Jesus, Jack! You should have let me know it was you."
"Sorry. I thought everybody"d be asleep, and then I heard Vicky crying."
"She woke up screaming from a nightmare half an hour ago and she"s just now calming down."
Jack knelt beside her. "What was it about, Vicks?"
"I don"t know!" A sniff and a sob. "I was just sc-sc-scared!"
"The weird thing is," Gia said, "when her screams woke me up, I was in the middle of some horrible nightmare myself."
Half an hour ago... The Kuroikaze had been going strong then. Could it be...?
Yeah. Most likely.
He put an arm around Vicky"s shoulders. "It"s okay, Vicks. I"m here. I won"t let anything scare you. Got that?"
She nodded and sniffed; her sobs seemed to have pa.s.sed.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, Vicks?"
"You sorta kinda like smell bad."
He had to laugh. "Yeah, I probably do. One hot shower coming up."
19.
"You do smell better," Gia murmured as Jack spooned against her in the bed.
"Rough night."
"Do I want to know?"
"No way."
"Then don"t tell me."
He snuggled closer, pressing the fronts of his thighs against the backs of hers.
"Let"s just sleep, Jack. I"m really tired."
She was tired? All he wanted was to be close enough to feel clean again. Or at least cleaner. With what he knew floated in his DNA, he"d never feel completely clean. was tired? All he wanted was to be close enough to feel clean again. Or at least cleaner. With what he knew floated in his DNA, he"d never feel completely clean.
She hadn"t a clue as to what had happened downtown a little while ago. That would change in the morning.
"I"m more tired than you. I could sleep for a week."
"Oh, yeah? I could sleep for a month month."
"Really? I could sleep for a year year"-he tried to think of the loudest thrash-metal band he knew-"at a Polio concert."
She laughed. "Okay. You win. You"re more tired." She pushed her b.u.t.t back against him. "See you in the morning."
"Love ya."
"Love ya too."
20.
"Like a zombie, you look," Abe said as Jack approached the rear counter.
Which meant he looked lots better than he felt.
Jack leaned the katana, wrapped now in one of Gia"s paint-stained drop cloths, against the base of the counter and slumped onto a stool.
"Coffeeeeeee... coffeeeeeeee."
G.o.d, he needed sleep. Usually he could go days on a few hours, but he couldn"t seem to shake the effects of the Kuroikaze. And every time he"d dozed off, images from the abattoir the Kakureta Kao temple had become would flash through his head, waking him.
As Abe turned to fill a cup from his bottomless coffee pot, Jack glanced at the screaming headlines on the front pages of the morning papers. The Daily News Daily News: