replaced by an unshakable and ruthless determination. “People are dying, Mr. Eye. I have no idea if you can help us stop that or not. But if you can, you will, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.”
“Ah, it’s all in the name of truth, justice, and the usual crap, is it?” I leaned forward and said without emotion, “You’re a real humanitarian, there… Hector.”
Sometimes you don’t have to be psychic; you only have to follow your instincts. I watched as his jaw tightened in surprise. How’s it feel, you son of a bitch? I thought savagely. Surrendering to the inevitable, I turned away from the door and headed for the fridge, knowing he’d follow me. Thanks to Glory, he had his foot in the door and there was no getting him out now. After retrieving a beer, I said impassively, “Charlie said I’d like you. Guess what? He was wrong.” I still remembered it clearly. Charlie wanting to be my friend, wanting to make a family out of the three of us when I got out of the home. Hector didn’t seem to be as kindhearted as his brother.
“And Hector, psychics, real psychics, don’t like liars. It means you’re trying to deceive us and insult us all in one.”
I popped the tab on the beer and took a swallow. “Don’t sit on the couch. You’ll ruin it. And if you’re looking for a towel, you’re not going to get it.”
“How did you read me? You never touched me,” he asked grimly.
“Read you? Christ. How many half-Japanese guys with pale blue eyes are running around Georgia? And drop the fake Chinese name. First time you run into someone who speaks Chinese, you’ll embarrass the shit out of yourself.” I took another swallow. “It was obvious the second you walked into my office that you’re Charlie’s brother, but without his personality.”
Hector ignored the snipe, standing unmoving with the door at his back. “You remember Charlie?” he asked neutrally.
I shrugged. There was no percentage in lying, and hell, hadn’t he filled the daily quota already? “I remember.” Staring down at the can, I could see the distant shimmer of golden liquid. I remembered Charlie, all right. A few months of rooming together, studying together, eating together, and every moment of it, I’d spent denying that he was my friend. I’d say I’d been a real asshole, but that would imply a change had taken place, wouldn’t it? “Enough to recognize his brother when I see him. His lying, blackmailing brother. Charlie must be so proud.”
“Charlie’s dead.”
Two words. Only two.
Then again, wasn’t pink shoe just two words? Sky falls. World ends. Amazing what you could do with a mere two words.
Not once had I ever thought I’d see Charlie again. Not once had I entertained the notion of looking him up. That would’ve been breaking my own rules, rules that had been in place since I was fourteen, and I didn’t do that. Abby had broken a rule for me, but I wouldn’t have done it. I would never have taken that step. I’d had a family, then lost it. I wasn’t going down that path again. I wasn’t running to another abandoned well or a drowned sister, not for the rest of my unnatural life. I’d known Charlie wasn’t for me, as a friend or a brother, simply because no one could be. But I had liked knowing that he was out there somewhere. An insatiable appetite for knowledge, a heart wholly undamaged by life, and a crooked smile under a crooked nose, that was Charlie, and a Charlie Allgood in the world could only be a positive thing.
Now… now it was a darker place. Shadowed.
In some ways, a lot less worthwhile.
I closed my eyes and drained the rest of the beer. I’ll call you, he’d said stubbornly. So just take the damn calls. And he had called. I’d been long gone, over the fence and down the road, but I didn’t need to have been there to know that. He’d called. Unlike his brother, Charlie hadn’t lied to me. Not once. Sorry, I thought silently. Sorry, geek boy. Just… so goddamn sorry.
“I’m not much of a memorial for him, is that what you’re thinking?” Hector’s emotionless voice hit the stillness like a bomb.
I ignored his question, although he was right. It probably was what I would’ve thought, but right now, I wasn’t thinking much of anything… at all. Opening my eyes, I looked blankly at the can in my hand, the thin metal dimpled from my tight grip. “Do I need a jacket, or is this something we can do here?”
There was a moment of silence, and then he said quietly, “Pack a suitcase. I don’t know when you’ll be back.”
And just like that, all my plans, all my rules-my whole damn life-went right out the window.
6
We dropped Houdini off at the vet’s. Hector, otherwise known as the blackmailing son of a bitch, said I could bring him if I wanted. Yeah, well, I didn’t want, thanks so much. God knows where I was going to end up in this shit-fest, but I did know where Houdini would. Safe with Abby. I told the vet I’d had a family emergency, if you could call it that, and could she board Hou for the next few days until Abby came home. I left a corresponding message on Abby’s answering machine. She knew the only family I had left could cause a five-alarm emergency without breaking a sweat if she wanted and wouldn’t be unduly worried if I was gone for a while trying to sort it out. She’d take care of Houdini as long as he needed it.
I had a feeling that might be a long, long time.
“For a psychic, you’re not especially curious, are you?” There was an edge to the question. It was the real Hector now, in glorious living color. Impatient and used to being in control, a real alpha bastard through and through. No wonder he’d had trouble pulling off the easygoing professor routine. And that short haircut-not a cop, I’d been right there. Cops didn’t blackmail… well, not usually. No, not a cop, but something similar. Add that fake ID he’d been sporting, definite government involvement. And in Hector’s case, probably military.
As if it mattered one way or the other. I was still screwed. Grimly, I continued to count the raindrops on the passenger-side window. It was a habit I’d never really broken. Ceiling tiles, driveway pebbles, the polka dots on my fifth-grade teacher’s dress, drops of water on a dark car window, whatever it took to let your mind wander. To disengage.
“When you’re All Knowing and All Seeing, who gives a shit about curiosity?” I commented without interest. In the gleam of a passing streetlight, I saw my reflection in the glass, but it was Glory’s face that stared back. The same pale skin, the same red hair, although mine was several shades darker. I didn’t grin, but Glory did, delighted by the trouble she’d caused me. And wasn’t that my baby sis all over.
He snorted, tapping fingers against the steering wheel. “Charlie talked about you, you know. That’s how I found you. How I even knew you existed.”
Damn it, Charlie, I thought, I liked you whether I wanted to admit it or not, but would it have killed you to keep your mouth shut about me? An internal stab reminded me with relentless fervor that if he hadn’t revealed me, something else would have eventually. Pushing it down, Glory, Charlie, all of it, I focused on the window again.
Two, six, eight…
“He told me years ago what you could do. At least, what the other kids said you could do,” he amended. “You weren’t one for showing off, apparently, because he didn’t see anything firsthand.”
Pushing. He was pushing, because you couldn’t tell me good old Hector was one for idle chitchat, just shooting the breeze. Whatever this son of a bitch wanted, he didn’t even want to wait until we reached our destination to start prying it out of me. A liar, a blackmailer, and now let’s add rude as hell to his resume. No, Charlie really had missed the mark on that one. I didn’t like Hector one goddamn bit. “How long?” I asked, eyes still on the window.
“How long?” he repeated. “How long what… oh.” His jaw worked. “Ten months. He’s been gone ten months.”
I knew from experience what ten months was. It was the blink of an eye and forever all rolled into one soul- killing whole. Giving up on the rain-splattered window, I folded my arms and watched the windshield wipers instead. Hypnotic, the back and forth of it. Dependable, reassuring. So very unlike life itself.
“You know, you don’t much seem like a believer,” I pointed out, changing the subject. I had no idea where we were going or how long it would take to get there. Maybe I shouldn’t be wasting time sulking and instead try to
