Portman reached past her and took the doll, He turned it over in his hands, staring at it with brimming eyes.
'Roger,' he whispered. 'I almost forgot about you.' He gave Gia a quick glance. 'I haven't been in here in a while.' He sighed. 'The movie came out the summer she disappeared. She made me take her three times, and I swear every time she laughed harder than before. Probably would have had to take her a fourth time if...'
He handed back the doll.
Gia stared at its wide blue eyes and felt tears begin to slip down her cheeks. She quickly wiped her eyes, but not quickly enough.
'I'll be damned,' Portman said.
'What?'
'A reporter with feelings. I can't tell you how many reporters I've talked to since 1988, and you're the first who's ever shown any real emotion.'
'Maybe they were more experienced. And maybe this hits a little too close to home for me.'
'You've got a daughter?'
Gia nodded. 'She's eight... and she just discovered Roger Rabbit on video. She loves him.'
The tears again. Gia willed them back but they kept flowing. What happened to Tara Portman-plucked out of a happy life and killed or worse. It was too cruel, just... too cruel.
'Don't you let her out of your sight,' Portman was saying. 'Stay on top of her every minute, because you never know... you never know.'
Terror spiked her. Vicky was far away, at camp. Why on earth had she let her go?
But she couldn't raise Vicky in a bubble. Part of her wanted to, but it wouldn't be fair.
Gia replaced Roger in the trunk and rose to her feet. She felt lightheaded. 'I... I think I've got enough now.'
'You'll send me a copy?' Portman said.
'Sure. If I sell it.'
'You'll sell it. You've got heart. I can tell. I want it published. I want Tara's name out there again. I know she's gone. I know she'll never come back. But I don't want her forgotten. She's just a statistic now. I want her to be a name again.'
'I'll do my best,' Gia said.
She felt terrible about lying to him. There'd never be an article. Scalding guilt propelled her toward the door to escape this hot smelly box where the walls seemed to be closing in.
Portman followed her. 'Do you know what Tara might have been, where she could have gone? She could sing, she could play piano, she could ride, she was smart as a whip and she loved life, every moment of it. She had two parents who loved her and a great life ahead of her. But it was all snuffed out.' He snapped his fingers. 'Just like that. And not by some freak accident, but on purpose. On purpose! And what about Jimmy? Who knows what he could have been? Better than the junkie he is now. And what about me and Dot? We could have grown old together, had grandkids. But that's never going to happen.' His voice broke. 'You let people know that whoever took my Tara didn't kill just a little girl. He killed a whole family!'
Gia only nodded as she stepped into the hall, unable to push a word past the invisible band that had a death grip on her throat.
5
'So, Freddy,' Eli said. 'I understand you think I'm crazy.'
Strauss had stopped by with news about his investigations-he tended to prefer to report in person than on the phone-but Eli was more interested in straightening out this popinjay vice cop who thought he had all the answers.
Strauss stiffened. 'I never-' The wiry cop turned toward Adrian and shot him an angry look. 'I see someone's been shooting his mouth off.'
'Just as you wanted him to do, am I correct?'
'Listen, you gotta understand-'
'What I understand, Detective Strauss, is that you are a faithless man. I offer you virtual immortality and how am I rewarded? By you whispering behind my back. I'm of half a mind to disband the Circle and continue on by myself, as I used to.'
'You can't be serious!' Strauss said. 'Just because of a little remark I happened to-'
'More than a little remark! It challenges the integrity of the Circle!'
Eli could tell by Strauss's expression that he didn't want to be held responsible for breaking up the Circle. One could only imagine what the other members would do to him. But a defiant look came over his face. He straightened his narrow shoulders and glared at Eli.
'I ran checks on you, Eli,' Strauss said. 'Hell, I ran half a dozen on you, from every angle, and nowhere does it say you weren't born in Brooklyn in 1942.'
Eli smiled. 'I've had centuries of practice hiding my origins. I'm very good at what I do.'
'And so am I. And ay, don't think some of the others ain't thinking the same thing as me. You tell us you've lived this charmed life for over two hundred years, how you're as good as immortal as long as you keep performing the Ceremony, and then some guy strolls up to you and stabs you with your own knife.'
'I told you-'
'I know what you told me, but what am I supposed to think? What's anyone supposed to think?'
What indeed? Eli thought.
He had to put a stop to this. Immediately.
He turned to Adrian. 'Go to the kitchen and get me one of the carving knives.'
Adrian gave him a strange look but did as he was bid and returned with an eight-inch Wьsthof-Trident Culinar carver. It looked small in Adrian's huge hand. Eli took it from him, gripping it by the dull edge of the carbon steel blade, and proffered it to Strauss, stainless-steel handle first.
'Take it.'
Strauss looked uncertain. 'Why?'
'Just take it and I'll tell you.'
The cop hesitated, then reached out and took the knife. 'Okay. Now what?'
Eli unbuttoned his shirt and bared his chest. 'Now, you stab me.'
'Eli!' Adrian cried. 'Have you gone crazy?' He turned to Strauss. 'Don't listen to him! It's the painkillers! He's not-'
'Et tu, Adrian?' Eli said, feeling a pang of regret. Didn't anyone have faith anymore? 'You don't believe me either?'
'Of course I do!' He looked flustered now. 'It's just-'
'Do it, Freddy. Do it now. I demand it. And after you see that I'm perfectly all right, you can tell the rest of your faithless crew that you're the crazy one, not me!'
Strauss hefted the knife, his gaze flicking back and forth between the blade and Eli's chest. Eli had no fear. He knew he was invulnerable to injury from Strauss or Adrian or anyone else except the mystery man. And this would prove it.
Strauss stepped closer, his lips set in a tight line. Eli closed his eyes...
'Don't!' Adrian cried. 'Eli, listen to me! What if the man who attacked you interfered with your invulnerability? What if the wounds he inflicted somehow put your powers on hold until they're renewed by another Ceremony?'
'Don't be ridiculous!'
'It's a possibility, isn't it? Nothing like this has ever happened to you before, right? Do you really want to risk it?'
Eli went cold as Adrian's words seeped in. No... it couldn't be. It was unprecedented. And yet, so was what happened Monday night. If what Adrian said were true...
