enough.
'I'm sorry, Jack.'
'Nothing to be sorry for.' He was staring at her. 'But is that why you wanted to come along today? To ask him that?'
She nodded. 'Dumb, huh.'
Maybe it wasn't so dumb, considering her present condition, but she sure felt dumb.
He smiled at her. 'Nothing you do is dumb. It's just that I don't understand this sudden fixation on something a complete stranger said.'
'I'll explain later... on the way home.' I hope.
Jack was still staring at her. 'I don't get it. What-?'
Just then Lyle returned with a white, legal-size envelope. He handed it to Jack.
'Here you go. First half. When do you think the second payment will be due?'
'Assuming all goes well,' Jack said, 'in a few days.'
'Phase two is still on for tomorrow afternoon?'
Lyle obviously was trying to be cryptic. He probably didn't know that Jack had told her about the Kentons' problems with Madame Pomerol on the drive out. Gia decided to leave it that way.
She didn't catch Jack's reply because movement in the hallway behind Lyle caught her attention. She rose on tiptoe and craned her neck for a better look.
A pale-skinned girl with long blond hair was walking down the hall toward the kitchen. She was dressed in what looked like riding clothes-breeches and boots. Was there a stable nearby? She looked to be about Vicky's age-couldn't have been more than eight or nine. Gia wondered where she'd come from and what she was doing here.
As the girl turned the corner into the kitchen, she glanced over her shoulder and her blue eyes locked with Gia's. And Gia saw in them a depth of need, of longing that pierced her heart.
Lyle's glance flicked toward her. He must have seen something in her face. 'Something wrong?'
'Who's the little girl?'
Lyle whirled as if he'd heard a shot behind him. 'Little girl? Where?'
'Right there, in the hall.' He was blocking her view now. Gia leaned left to see and found the hall empty. 'She was there a second ago.'
'There's no girl in this house, big or little.'
'I saw her. A little blonde.' Gia pointed down the hall. 'She was right there, walking toward the kitchen.'
Lyle turned and hurried down the hall.
'Charlie!' he called. 'Come down here a sec, will you.'
Gia followed Lyle, noting the stairway to the second floor on her left. It struck her as an odd design until she realized that the house had been remodeled to accommodate the Channeling Room. She heard Jack behind her.
Lyle angled through the kitchen and leaned into an adjoining room for a quick look. Apparently satisfied no one was there, he went to the open back door. He pushed on the screen door and stood on the small stoop to survey the backyard. The midday sun gleamed off his dreadlocks. After a moment he stepped back inside and stared at Gia as the screen door slammed closed behind him.
'You're sure you saw a little girl?'
'Very.'
He turned toward the rear door again. 'Then she must have run out through the backyard.'
'I doubt that,' Jack said.
Gia turned to see him standing next to a door that opened onto a down staircase.
'Why?' said Lyle.
'Because we didn't hear the screen door slam. Unless she took the time to ease it closed before running away, she's still here.' He jerked a thumb toward the cellar stairs. 'And I bet I know where.'
Lyle's brother arrived from the second floor. He wore a tank top and sweat pants with the legs bunched up under the knees; his black-and-white Lugs, with the tongues lolling over their untied laces, looked like thirsty dogs.
Lyle quickly introduced Gia as 'Jack's friend' and she was struck by the warmth in Charlie's smile when he bumped knuckles with Jack. The smile faded as Lyle told him about the little girl Gia had seen.
Jack and Gia waited in the kitchen while Lyle and Charlie searched their basement. Jack stepped to the back door and peered through the screen at the small backyard.
Without looking at her, he said, 'Did you ever sneak into a stranger's house when you were a little girl?'
'Are you kidding?'
'Did you ever even think about doing such a thing?'
'Never. I'd be scared to death.'
'You mean, sort of like Lyle and Charlie are right now?' He turned toward her and lowered his voice. 'I'm not saying they're scared to death, but they're sure as hell frightened by something. I don't know about you, but I don't find little girls particularly frightening. So what's really-?'
She heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to see the Kenton brothers emerge from the cellar.
'Empty,' Lyle said. 'She must have ran out the back door.'
'Without making a sound?' Jack said.
Lyle shrugged. 'There's no place else she could go.' He gave Charlie an uneasy look. 'Is there?' Then he turned to Gia. 'Are you-?'
'Yes, I'm sure,' she said, more sharply than she intended. 'I'm not in the habit of hallucinating.'
Gia described her fully, leaving out only the longing in the child's eyes.
'A blond kid,' Charlie said, rubbing his jaw. 'Not many blondes around here, know'm sayin'?'
'Maybe you should keep your doors locked when you're upstairs,' Gia said.
Lyle's expression was bleak. 'I wish we could.'
'I hate to break this up,' Jack said, pointing to his watch, 'but I've got to pick up some props for my date with Madame Pomerol.'
The good-byes seemed strained and strange, with Gia feeling that the Kenton brothers wanted them to go and yet somehow didn't want to be left alone in the house.
'Something going on with those two,' Jack said as they walked toward his car. 'They're jumpy as mice.'
'I wonder why,' Gia said. 'And I know I saw that little girl, Jack. I can't explain how she got in or how she got out, but I know what I saw.'
'I believe you. And the strange thing is, I think the brothers Kenton believe you too, although it seems they'd rather not.'
She looked around for the Indian woman. She wanted to say, See? We went in and here we are out again, and nothing happened. But she was nowhere in sight.
Jack opened the car door for her and she slipped into the passenger seat. When he'd seated himself behind the wheel, he turned to her.
'And speaking of belief, now do you believe that his guess about two kids was just that: a guess?'
'I do,' she said, thinking, here it is, this is the moment. 'But you've got to understand where I'm coming from and why I was obsessing on it.'
Jack started the car. 'Tell me.'
Gia hesitated, then blurted, 'I'm pregnant.'
4
Jack started to laugh-for a second there he thought Gia had said she was pregnant-and then he saw the look in her eyes.
'Did you say... pregnant?'
She nodded and he saw a glimmer of tears. Joy? Dismay? Both?
Some tiny corner of Jack's brain realized that this was a fragile moment, and it was laboring to find the right thing to say, but the remainder of his brain had gone to mush as he struggled to grasp, to comprehend the meaning of those words...
I'm pregnant.
