names?”
“Not a lot, but there is one person who is at the top of the list. Louise Fuller. I’m not saying she and Evelyn were close, because Louise wasn’t close to anyone. But they worked together on the mirrors, and in a weird sort of way, I think they understood each other. Evelyn was probably the only person in town who realized that Louise had some true paranormal talent. Everyone else thinks she’s crazy.”
“In that case, we’ll start with Fuller.”
Judson pushed open the glass door. Gwen went past him into the lobby. Riley Duncan looked at her across the front desk.
“The boss wants to talk to you, Miss Frazier,” he said. “It’s about your cat.”
Gwen stopped. “What now?”
Trisha emerged from the office, an apologetic expression on her face.
“I’m sorry, Gwen,” she said. “But my housekeeper reports that Max has taken to clawing the drapes and the bedding while you’re out.”
“Oh, dear, I didn’t realize that,” Gwen said. “By all means put the damage on my bill. I’ll start putting Max into his carrier when I’m out of the room. He’s not going to like that, but if he’s destroying the furniture—”
Trisha sighed. “I’m afraid that won’t work. Sara says she will not go in there again as long there is a cat in the room. She’s allergic. You’ll have to take Max with you when you go out.”
Twenty-four
The eerie music of the wind chimes rattled Gwen’s senses and sent slivers of ice across the back of her neck. She stood beside the open door of the SUV and looked at Louise Fuller’s small house.
The wind was kicking up in advance of the incoming storm. The sharp breeze stirred the dozens of crystal- and-metal sculptures suspended from the porch roof. The ghostly notes echoed all the way across the spectrum. Gwen glanced at Judson, who had just gotten out from behind the wheel. She knew that he was picking up the same vibes.
In the rear seat of the SUV, Max crouched in his carrier and lashed his tail, making it clear that he was not a happy camper.
“I see what you mean about the wind chimes,” Judson said. He studied the weather-beaten old Victorian. “Weird.”
“I told you, Evelyn always said that Louise has a paranormal sensitivity for tuning crystal and glass.”
She started to close the door of the vehicle, but Max yowled and flattened his ears. Gwen looked at him through the space between the two front seats.
“It’s your own fault that you had to go into the carrier and come with us,” she reminded him. “You were scaring the housekeeper.”
Max bared his fangs.
“It’s okay, take it easy.” Gwen softened her tone. “We’re not going to abandon you. We’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The chimes clashed and tinkled on the rising currents of air. Max meowed, plaintively this time. He clawed at the mesh door of the carrier.
“I think I’d better bring him with us,” Gwen said. “He seems very agitated.”
“He doesn’t like being stuffed into that carrier,” Judson said. “I don’t blame him.”
She opened the rear door of the vehicle and hauled out the heavy carrier with both hands.
“I think he’s putting on weight,” she said.
Judson came around the front of the vehicle. “Here, I’ll take the carrier.”
He grasped the handle. Max did not look any happier, but he stopped complaining.
They started toward the front door.
“I’ll warn you before we go inside—assuming Louise invites us inside, which is not a sure thing—the indoor chimes are even stranger than the ones hanging from the porch roof,” Gwen said. “They pretty much guarantee that none of Louise’s visitors hangs around long.”
“Was Louise one of the subjects in Ballinger’s study?” Judson asked.
“No. Evelyn asked her to participate, but Louise refused. All she cares about are her chimes. Be prepared for her to refuse to talk to us.” Gwen paused. “Two years ago, she accused me of being a witch like her.”
Judson’s eyes went cold. “I’m assuming that wasn’t intended as a compliment?”
“I’m not sure what she meant, to be honest. That’s the thing about Louise. She lives in her own world and interprets reality through her own crystal ball, so to speak. I don’t think she intended to insult me. In her own way she was trying to warn me.”
“Did she say why you needed to be careful?”
Gwen hunched her shoulders a little against the wind and the unnerving music of the outdoor chimes.
“Something about the demon,” she said. “I asked her for an explanation, but she wouldn’t give me one.”
“Sounds like this is going to be a complicated interview.”
“It won’t be straightforward, that’s for sure.”
They went up the front steps. Judson stopped to examine one of the musical sculptures more closely. It was a large piece, consisting of several thin crystals of varying sizes and shapes. Each was wrapped in a strip of silvery metal.
“This is incredible,” he said. “At least some of the sound is coming from the paranormal end of the spectrum. I can hear it with all my senses.”
“Evelyn’s theory was that the wavelengths of music move through both the normal and the paranormal zones,” Gwen said. “That’s why it has the ability to affect us so profoundly on the emotional level. Most people, including those with no obvious paranormal ability, respond to music on the psychic level.”
“You know, I think one of these sculptures might make a great wedding gift for Sam and Abby.”
“If you want to give them one of Louise’s sculptures, you’ll have to buy it in a local shop. Louise makes her living creating and selling what she calls her tourist chimes. But her personal wind chimes are different. They’re not for sale. She calls them wards.”
Judson glanced at her, frowning. “As in magical wards? The kind used to ward off demons?”
“I think that’s what she means, yes. She worries a lot about demons. That’s why she surrounds the house with the wind chimes.”
Judson reached out to catch hold of one of the chimes. “I wonder what kind of alloy she used to wrap these crystals.”
“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” Gwen said quickly.
But it was too late. Judson had already snagged one of the metal strips between his fingers.
Max hissed.
“Damn.” Judson released the metal chime as if it were red-hot, wincing. “I see what you mean. That had a lot in common with touching a live electrical wire.” He surveyed the sculpture more closely, careful not to make physical contact. “But the shock was to my psychic senses.”
“The one time I tried it, I got a bit of a jolt, too.”
He looked down the long row of chime sculptures clashing and tinkling in the charged air of the fast- approaching storm. “Do they all have that effect on the senses?”
“I don’t know,” Gwen said. “After the first go-round, I decided not to carry out any more experiments. But my guess would be that the chimes out here are all a little hot. And I’d advise you to be very, very careful inside because I’m pretty sure those are even hotter.”
“I wonder how she does it?”
“I asked her that once.” Gwen rapped on the front door. “She said something about tuning the frequencies of the stones and a lot of other stuff I didn’t quite understand.”
“Sam is very interested in techniques for tuning paranormal crystals. I wonder if Louise would be willing . . . Huh.”
She turned to look at Judson over her shoulder. “What?”
