Jack found a shady doorway with a view of the front of the shop and waited, watching the shadows lengthen and the traffic thicken. Evening was edging into the picture and he didn"t have all that much time, but there was always a chance Kevin would clock out or make a Starbucks run. He needed to talk to the lady alone. If he couldn"t do it face to face, he"d try the phone, but that would be settling for second best.
He thought about what Gia had told him about the mystery cop from the unknown precinct. He didn"t like anyone, maybe cops especially, knocking on Gia"s door and asking the whereabouts of her daughter. n.o.body"s d.a.m.n business but Gia"s. And Jack"s too, sometimes.
He pulled out his Tracfone and called her to see if the cop had stopped back. She said no. All quiet on the East Side. He told her they hadn"t found anything yet at Menelaus Manor and not to wait dinner for him-he"d be late tonight. She sounded tired. She hadn"t been sleeping well. He told her to take a nap and she said she might just do that.
After saying good-bye, Jack turned off the phone. Didn"t want Bellitto calling him again. Let him wonder. Let him stew.
Jack"s patience finally was rewarded by the sight of Kevin stepping out and hurrying down the sidewalk. Didn"t know how long he"d be gone so Jack hustled over to the shop.
"Yes, sir?" the woman behind the counter boomed as he entered. She had a mannish build, with broad shoulders and a hefty frame. Above her Richard Belzer face her black hair looked spit shined. She eyed his sweat-stained T-shirt, dirty jeans, and grimy hands with poorly disguised disdain. Obviously he didn"t look like a typical Shurio Coppe customer.
Knew I should have showered, he thought.
He decided to adopt a personality to go with the look. He rounded his shoulders and made only the briefest eye contact.
"Um..."
"Are you looking to buy buy something, sir?" something, sir?"
"Uh, well, no, y"see," he said in a meek, faltering voice, "I was kinda like wondering if-"
Jack heard the bell on the door tinkle behind him and turned to see a big no-neck guy with outlandishly long arms limp through. Adrian Minkin, in the flesh. Jack tensed and looked away as he approached.
"Eli wants the book again," Minkin said as he brushed past Jack and stepped to the counter.
He wore black slacks and a long-sleeve white dress shirt.
The woman made a face. "That"s the third time already," she said. "Why doesn"t he just call down?"
Minkin leaned on the counter, just a couple of feet away, giving Jack his first close-up look at Minkin"s hands in good light. Ma.s.sive, with wiry black hair crawling all the way out to the third knuckle on the long thick fingers.
"You know how he is, Gert." Minkin leaned closer and lowered his voice. "He"s very tense, waiting for a call, plus I think he"s bored out of his mind."
"Bad combination," Gert said, handing him a black ledger. "Just get it back to me as soon as he"s finished."
"Will do."
When he turned he came face to face with Jack. He stopped and stared for a few heartbeats that seemed to stretch into minutes. Jack met his cold blue eyes, looking for signs of recognition and readying to make a move the instant he saw the first hint. But Minkin only blinked, nodded, and moved on.
"Sorry for the interruption, sir," Gert said. "What can I help you with? Looking for anything in particular?"
"Yes, well, I..." Jack shuffled closer to the counter, killing time until he heard the bell chime and the door close behind Minkin. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was gone, but he made it into a timid gesture. "I"m looking for Mr. Menelaus. Mr. Dmitri Menelaus."
Gert blinked. "Mr. Menelaus? What would you want with him?"
Jack wished she"d cut her volume. Wouldn"t be surprised if Bellitto and Minkin could hear her upstairs.
"I, um, did some masonry work for him some years ago, y"know, in his cellar, and he said I should meet him here."
Gert"s eyes narrowed. "Did he now? And when was this?"
"Oh, um, just this morning, on the phone."
"This morning? Oh, I doubt that very much. He"s been dead for years."
"Get out! You"re lying!"
"Sir, I do not lie. He was a regular customer. He and the owner were quite close."
"I figured that."
Jack took a deep breath and let it out. There it was. The final link between the Menelaus house, Tara Portman, and Eli Bellitto.
Gert shook her head. "Tragic the way he died."
"Not tragic at all," Jack said, dropping out of character. "I"m pretty sure it was long overdue."
Gert"s eyes widened as she straightened her wide shoulders. "What?"
Jack turned and strode for the door. "Thanks lady. Tell Eli I was asking after Dmitri."
"You know Mr. Bellitto? Who are you?"
"Just tell him. He"ll know." Jack hit the sidewalk and headed straight for the subway.
3.
"This is not to be borne!"
Eli slammed the phone down. He could barely speak. The brazenness of the man! The absolute gall!
"What is it?" Adrian said, hovering.
"It was him! The mysterious "Jack"! He was just in the shop asking Gert about Dmitri!"
Adrian gaped at him. "Just now? Then I saw him. I looked right at him and didn"t recognize him. But then of course I wouldn"t recognize him since I still don"t remember what happened Monday night. The last thing I remem-"
"What did he look like?"
"Like... like a common laborer. He was dirty and he smelled sweaty. I can"t believe-"
"Believe it! He said he"d had a call from Dmitri telling him to meet him in the shop."
Adrian paled. "But Dmitri"s dead."
Eli glanced at him. What had always impressed him most about Adrian, besides his size, was his swift mind; but since those blows to his head his mental functions seemed to have slowed to a walk.
"I"m well aware of that. He"s just trying to rattle us." Though Eli said us, he meant me me. "He wants to keep us off balance."
"But why?"
Suddenly Eli saw it all, comprehended the mystery man"s plan in all its terrible simplicity.
"He wants to prevent us from performing the Ceremony during this cycle. That will put terrible pressure on us because we"ll have to complete the Ceremony during the next cycle, the last new moon before the equinox, or..."
His words dried up as he contemplated the consequences.
Adrian was staring at him. "Or what? What will happen?"
"To you? Nothing much. Your string of Ceremonies will be broken and you"ll have to go back and start at one again."
Adrian groaned. "Oh, G.o.d, no."
"But for me it will be much, much worse. If I fail, all the diseases and traumas I"ve been shielded from for the past two centuries will rush upon me and crush me."
Terror squeezed his shuddering heart in a cold fist. He"d die slowly and in unimaginable agony. And then the interloper would be free to take over the Circle.
That was why this Jack hadn"t killed him Monday night. He wanted Eli to suffer a month of pain and anxiety before a horrible death.
"And to think I was that that close!" Adrian gritted through clenched teeth. "If only I"d known I"d have..." He balled his hands before him, crushing huge fistfuls of air. close!" Adrian gritted through clenched teeth. "If only I"d known I"d have..." He balled his hands before him, crushing huge fistfuls of air.
"He won"t win!" Eli cried. "He thinks that by stealing our lamb he"s sabotaged our Ceremony for this cycle. He can"t know about the DiLauro woman"s child-we didn"t know ourselves until yesterday. We can still beat him."
He s.n.a.t.c.hed up the phone, punched in Strauss"s beeper number, and left a message to call back. The phone rang minutes later.
"Progress?" Eli snapped as soon as he recognized Strauss"s voice.
"Some. Not moving as fast as I"d like. What"s wrong?"
He filled Strauss in on the mystery man"s latest stunt without getting into his theory of what the man was planning. "What"s the hold-up? What are you doing?"
"I"m not sure I want to say," Strauss said. "With all this guy seems to know, how can we be sure your line"s not tapped?"
Eli felt his chest tighten. The possibility had never occurred to him.
"Can you check the line?"
"Yeah, but not today. We got some situations here that won"t allow me to get down there till late tonight."
Not good enough. Eli needed to know now. Then he had an idea.
"Fax it to me."
"What?"
"You heard me. Jot it down or type it out. Be as oblique as you wish-I"ll understand-and fax it. You destroy the original, I"ll burn the copy at this end, and no one but we will know."
A pause on the other end, then, "All right. That might work. Just make sure you burn it right off."
"I"ll have the matches ready."
He gave Strauss his personal fax number, then hung up. Twelve minutes later the machine rang, then started printing out a brief, scrawled message.
Our financial friend got the ladys checking account records but no check written to a camp. Looking into credit cards but that takes longer. Will know by tonight and fax results ASAP.
BURN THIS!.
Strauss, ever paranoid, hadn"t signed it.
Eli handed it to Adrian. "Find some matches and do what the man says."
Checking accounts and credit cards... how clever. Why comb through the rosters of a thousand summer camps looking for a particular child when you can use the mother"s own records to find out. Big Brother certainly had his drawbacks, but in this instance, he could be a G.o.dsend. Eli felt better. They"d know the lamb"s location by tonight and could then determine the best way to acquire her. If all went well, by dawn she would be theirs.
4.
Lyle struck a pose on the bottom cellar step. He"d shaved, showered, and donned his black silk suit. Ifasen was ready for Forest Hills.
"How do I look?"
Charlie glanced up from his digging. "All G"d up like a wolf huntin" him some sheep."
"Thanks loads."
Not at all the image Lyle wanted to cut, but he knew Charlie"s perception was tinted toward the cynical where he was concerned.