I looked at her for a beat before saying, "That"s okay. I"m not really hungry," and headed back out to the van. After wrenching open the door and sliding into the seat, I slammed it shut and jammed the key into the ignition. I was about to peel out of the parking lot when I noticed that Gilley wasn"t in the van. Momentarily confused, I looked around the lot and saw no sign of him.
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel for what felt like an eternity, irritated beyond belief that he had obviously stayed behind to order, leaving me to stew alone in the van. With a growl I leaned my head back on the seat and closed my eyes, trying to quell the att.i.tude.
Just about the time I"d chilled, there was a tap on the window, and I opened one eye. Steven stood there with a bag up to the window and a big toothy grin. "Hungry?" he asked.
I rolled down the window and asked, "Where"s Gilley?"
"I"m right here," Gilley said as the pa.s.senger-side door opened and he got in.
"It"s good," Steven sang as he jiggled the to-go bag. "I used to come here as a boy with my grandfather. Best grinders in the world."
"It didn"t look like you were eating much in there," I snapped before I could stop myself.
Steven raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he said. "When did you come inside?"
Gilley coughed loudly next to me. "What?" I asked.
"Gilley said you were out in the van. He said you didn"t like to experiment with diner food, but I convinced him that this was an exception."
"Ah," I said with a nod. "Yes, that"s right. I was waiting out in the van."
"But you said you saw me in there," Steven said, his eyebrow still arched curiously.
"Yes. I had to use the restroom."
"I see," Steven said, a grin on his face that I badly wanted to remove. "Here is your dinner, then. Maybe Gilley can drive while you eat."
"That"s okay," I said, taking the bag. "I"ll let Gil eat first."
There was another cough next to me and Gil said, "Uh ... I ate in the diner."
I swiveled my head over to him and narrowed my eyes. "Really?" "Really?"
"I don"t mind driving," Gilley said meekly. "Honest, you should eat, M.J. We"ve probably got a long night ahead of us."
I stuck out my tongue at him and turned back to see Steven looking at me expectantly. "Fine," I said, getting out of the van. As I was about to step down, two strong arms encircled my waist.
"Let me help you there," Steven said, lifting me out of the van.
"Thanks," I said quickly, and tried to move past him, though his arms lingered on my waist. "You gonna let me go?" I asked after a moment.
"I am concerned for you," Steven said, his eyes searching my face.
"Really?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "And why would you be concerned?"
"Your face is red," he said, arching a brow. "Perhaps you should ride in my car, where I can keep an eye on you."
"Perhaps I shouldn"t," I said, and pushed out of his embrace. When I got back in, Gilley gave me a look. "What?" I asked as I fastened my seat belt.
"Sweetie," he said, shaking his head, "if someone that gorgeous ever wanted me to take a ride in his very cool car, I"d certainly waste no time yelling, "Shotgun.""
"Just drive, Gilley," I growled.
"It"s amazing you"re not still a virgin," he mumbled as he started the van and pulled out after Steven.
We continued down 41 for a while and I ate my turkey-and-cheese grinder, which was surprisingly good. After finishing the sandwich I watched the scenery glide by and tried to relax. The farther we drove on this stretch of highway, the less traffic we encountered. Houses were becoming spa.r.s.e, and the woodland was thick on either side of us. The minutes ticked by as I noticed the afternoon sun giving way to dusk.
By the time Steven pulled off the road, the last threads of light were barely streaming across the sky. We saw Steven"s car make a right and we followed, entering a long, winding driveway.
We were immediately enveloped by trees on either side of us, which formed a long, dark tunnel. The trees were huge maples, many of them thick, with knotty trunks and low-hanging branches that brushed our car. Finally the trees parted to reveal an enormous lawn. We traveled alongside it, the trees on one side, the lawn on the other, until we came upon the Sable hunting lodge.
As I took in the structure, I would have been the last to call it a "lodge." It looked far more like a castle to me. The house was huge-three full stories with light gray mason walls, a black slate roof, and an imposing wrought-iron gate. A circular driveway looped in front of the building.
Gilley pulled up right behind Steven, and as we got out our mouths hung open in awe. "You like?" Steven said as he came up beside us.
"It"s magnificent," Gilley said.
"What"s that?" I asked, pointing to a window on the third floor.
"Looks like a television"s on," Gilley said, looking to where I was pointing.
"Uh-oh," Steven said.
"What"s "uh-oh"?" I asked.
"Watch for it," he answered cryptically.
We waited a few seconds until suddenly a light flashed in another window. Then another window lit up, then a few more all simultaneously. Despite my experience, I"d never seen anything like this, and I felt the hair on my arms stand up on end.
"Whoa," Gilley said, gulping as he gripped my arm. "That"s spooky."
"When I first inherited this house, I hired a local woman to help ... eh . .. inventory my grandfather"s things. The day after she started she called and said she would not be returning because the televisions kept turning on by themselves."
"We"ve seen something similar in the past," Gilley said, and I knew he was referring to a house we did in Bellingham where a radio in the kitchen kept turning on by itself. "But never so many devices all at once."
I counted each flickering light and asked, "How many TVs are in the house?"
"If I remember correctly, there are twelve."
"I count eleven," I said, and just then, as if on cue, another light flickered on at the ground-floor level off to my right. "Okay, all twelve are working and accounted for. Come on, guys; let"s go save some electricity."
I turned back to the van and pulled open the door. Grabbing my backpack and my duffel bag full of equipment, I marched up the steps. Gilley and Steven followed me, Gilley looking rather pale. After fiddling with his keys, Steven unlocked the door.
As the door swung open, the first thing to hit us was the sound of twelve televisions turned up full blast all throughout the house. The odd thing was, they all seemed to be on the same channel, something to do with ba.s.s fishing. I set the duffel and my backpack down and motioned with my head toward my right. Gilley and Steven followed me as I headed toward the nearest blaring set.
Flipping on a few lights as I went, we made our way to the kitchen to turn off the first TV. To be sure, I also unplugged it, then turned to Gilley and Steven and said, "It might be best if we split up and turn each set off. I"ll take the ground floor; Gil, you take the second; and Steven, why don"t you take the third and fourth. I only noticed one TV the top floor anyway."
"Split up?" Gilley said anxiously. "Do you think that"s wise, M.J.?"
I blinked at him. "What do you mean, do I think it"s wise?"
"Could be dangerous," Steven said, and I noticed he"d gone a little white too. "For you," he added quickly as his eyes darted around the kitchen. "I would hate to think of something happening to you as a guest in my house."
"I see," I said. "So, you think it"s better if we stay together in an empty house and take three times as long to turn off all the televisions?"
"Well, he"s got a point, M.J. It could could be dangerous," Gilley said anxiously, looking with longing toward the van outside. be dangerous," Gilley said anxiously, looking with longing toward the van outside.
I scowled at the two of them. This was exactly why I didn"t want Steven along in the first place. "Fine, gentlemen. Come along then. Let"s turn the sets off so we can focus on your grandfather, Steven."
We moved from room to room searching out the televisions as Steven navigated the house for us. In a way it did work out, because the place had a gazillion rooms and one of us was bound to get lost.
When the last set was turned off and unplugged I said, "That does it! Now we can get to our baseline test and get the equipment set up and-" I was cut off by a noise that sounded like a loud motor coming from downstairs. We looked at one another quizzically, listening.
"What is is that?" Gilley said. that?" Gilley said.
"I don"t know," Steven answered, moving out of the room. We followed him to the staircase and listened again. We could hear voices talking over the motor, and it grew louder, as if it were amplified and coming closer. And suddenly we knew what the noise was, just as it started coming out of the room we had just vacated.
"That"s impossible," Steven whispered, and we turned back to the room, where a TV was blaring at full volume. On the screen two men drove a boat and discussed casting techniques. Even more unsettling, the television"s plug was out of the electrical socket and sitting on the floor.
"M.J.," Gilley whined. "Do something!"
"What exactly would you like me to do, Gil?" I asked him. I"d never seen anything like this before. "It"s not like I can just snap my fingers and-" I stopped. Just as I"d actually snapped my fingers, every set seemed to have shut off. We all looked at one another, listening for any sign that a set was still on somewhere in the house. "s.h.i.t," I whispered. "This is going to be a tricky bust."
"I don"t think I like this," Gilley whined, moving closer to me and reaching out to snag my jacket as if I might leave his side.
"Perhaps we should go to a hotel for the night and come back in the morning?" Steven suggested. "I mean," he added, clearing his throat, "you two must be very tired from the trip."
"Great idea!" Gilley said, letting go of my jacket and dashing out of the room. "Come on, M.J.! Let"s go get some rest!" And with that he bolted down the stairs.
Steven smiled at me, then went after Gilley. I had no choice but to follow them. By the time I"d made it downstairs, Gilley and Steven had grabbed all of the equipment and my backpack and were lugging it out to the van. Faster than you can say, "Boo!" they had it tossed in and were ready to roll. "Guys," I said, trying to slow them down, "I think we should stay."
Gilley looked at me to see if I was serious, then made a huge show of stretching his arms wide above his head and yawning. "Man! I am beat! That was a much longer car ride than I expected. I don"t think I could possibly stay up tonight to help you. I think we should come back tomorrow."
"I don"t want you to think you need to work through the night," Steven added. "I"m not a... how do you say . .. driver of slaves. If Gilley"s tired, I think it would be better to come back in the morning."
Just then the whole house lit up and the noise of twelve televisions could be heard blaring from inside. Gilley didn"t wait for me to try to talk him into it; he simply jumped in the van and started the engine. Steven turned away from the house and moved to his car in a half walk, half jog. I rolled my eyes, took one last look at the house, and mumbled, "Fine."
Chapter 5.
Steven led the way to town, about ten miles back from the way we"d come. A sign welcomed us to Uphamshire, population 4,056. Steven parked in front of a two-story Victorian, and we waited while he got out and walked up to Gilley"s window. "We should stay here tonight," he said.
"Where are we?" I asked, peeking out at the house.
"Helen"s Bed-and-Breakfast. She"s an old friend of my grandfather. You two wait here while I make the arrangements." Gilley nodded agreeably, and Steven headed inside.
When he was out of earshot I gave Gilley a small whap on the shoulder. "We should have stayed, Gil."
"M.J.," Gilley began, "you know what my job is. I"m a van man. It was your idea to get me to go inside and help out, so you have only yourself to blame."
"Whose idea was it to allow Steven along?" I retorted.
"Oh, come on!" Gilley insisted. "Those TVs were freaking me out!"
"They can"t hurt you, and you know it," I insisted. "Geez, Gil! If I"d known you were going to act like a sissy girl, I would have come alone."
"I wasn"t the only one who fled the premises," Gilley groused. "Your Dr. Delicious bolted too."
"He"s not my my Dr. Delicious," I snapped. Dr. Delicious," I snapped.
"Whatever," Gil said, turning away from me as he muttered, "Please let there be a minibar in the room."
We waited in silence for the next ten minutes until Steven came trotting out. "I"ve gotten us a couple of rooms. Helen is preparing them now, and they will be ready in about a half hour. Anyone up for a drink?"
"I am!" Gilley said.
"Great," Steven said, not waiting for me to answer. "There"s a bar within walking distance. We can leave the cars here."
Gilley was out of the car in a flash. "Let"s go!" he said happily.
I sat for a minute and debated going for a drink with the two of them or sitting it out in the van. "M.J.?" Steven said when he noticed I hadn"t gotten out of the van. "You are following?"
I sighed, looked at Doc, who had his head tucked under his wing and was fast asleep, and decided maybe a drink wasn"t such a bad idea. "Yeah," I said.
With Steven leading the way, we walked to a bar just down the street called Down the Hatch. "Quaint," I said as I read the sign.
"Not on the inside," Steven countered. He was right. Inside the place was definitely a dive bar, with wood-paneled walls, dirty floors, and the smell of grease and old beer hanging in the air.
We found a booth and settled in. Steven flagged a waitress, and, after we gave her our order, I scoped out the place while Gilley and Steven struck up a conversation. I didn"t join in on their banter. I was still a little miffed at Gilley for bolting so quickly. We had a reputation to protect, and if word got out that one-half of our team was a big fat chicken, then our referral business could be in jeopardy.
My eyes wandered around the bar from patron to patron, taking in the locals, when I felt a thud against my energy.
The way I"m able to pick up the presence of someone who has crossed over is by feeling a sense of pressure against my energy. Think of it as if your eyes were closed and you felt someone invade your personal s.p.a.ce. For me the feeling is a hundred times more p.r.o.nounced, and there"s no way to turn away from it once it happens.
When I feel this, I have two choices: I can acknowledge the energy and strike up a telepathic conversation with it, or I can ignore it and hope it goes away. I tried the latter route, as all I wanted to do was have a drink, head back to the B and B, and do a face plant into a pillow, but the energy thumping against mine wasn"t having any of it.
Finally, after taking a sip of my cranberry and vodka, I opened up and thought, I I am open. What is it you need to say to me? am open. What is it you need to say to me?
Immediately I felt a powerful shattering sensation around my chest. My eye was drawn to the doorway and a dark stain imbedded in the wood floor. Getting up from the table I walked over to get a better look, and when I came close to the stain I saw in my mind"s eye the body of a man lying on the floor.
Coming back to the table where Gilley and Steven were both watching me warily, I asked, "Who was the young man murdered over there?"
"What?" Steven asked as he looked from me to where I was pointing.