you smelled.”
“Because the big worm didn’t attack me when I peeled it off of Leon?”
“Among other things.” She looked uncomfortable. Not scared, exactly. Wary.
“Hey, it’s me. We’re in this together, right? What did he say?”
“He told me that you’d be happy right now, cheerful.”
“And that’s bad?” Cold fingers touched my spine.
“He said that you were different after he pulled you out of that pool. That when you were coming into Warsaw, you were trying hard to avoid enemy patrols. But on the way out, you … weren’t. He also told me that he saw you fighting a German soldier, a young boy, and you were laughing.”
I remembered. “He didn’t use the word fighting.”
“No.” She looked away. “He said killing.”
I don’t know why I confessed at that moment. First I had confided in her the truth about my age, and now I was telling her my most secret shame. Something I hid even from Maggie when she was alive. I didn’t intend to do it, but things just started coming out of my mouth.
“I didn’t used to enjoy it, before the pit. No, that’s not right. I’d get pissed at something or somebody, and it would feel good to let off some steam, same as anybody, but it never amounted to anything serious. But after Henry pulled me out of that blood, it became something else.
“After that, everything was just an excuse to let go. At first I didn’t even realize it. I honestly thought that I was reacting reasonably to extreme provocation, and that there was no reason to feel bad about what I was doing. It took my friends rubbing my nose in it for me to understand what was happening, and to be ashamed of it.
“I’m still me, I think. I’m not angry at more things, just more angry at the same things. And I can control it, mostly, but sometimes I go too far.” I didn’t say why out loud. I didn’t say that sometimes it felt too good to stop. That I couldn’t.
She nodded and said, “Okay.”
I knew that I needed her help, but I said it anyway. “We should part ways at the airport.”
She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere, Abe.”
“Why not? Henry told you that I might be crazy or dangerous, or both. And honestly? I can’t say he’s wrong.”
“Because he also said something else.”
“Which was?”
“He said to trust you. And I do.”
I let out the breath that I had been holding. “Might not be smart.”
“You mean smart like when I decided to help you chase down a guy who makes his own serial killers? I don’t think you have to worry about me doing the smart thing all of a sudden.”
“For what it’s worth, I’ve never turned on my friends.”
She smiled. “Good to know.”
“Now, if that’s settled, tell me how I smell.”
She reached across the cab and took my hand. Her fingers were warm and firm across my palm. She raised my hand to her face and inhaled deeply. “There’s a faint smell like them, but mostly you smell like a thunderstorm. Like lightning.”
“Patty used to call it ‘goosey.’ I’ve heard him describe that smell about other things. The lightning smell, not the bag smell.”
She gave my hand a squeeze and then let it go. “I thought you said that unnatural things smelled bad. Are you saying now that some do and some don’t? What, like evil smells bad and good doesn’t?”
“I asked him the same thing. He told me that good and evil didn’t exist, but wrong did. Some things don’t fit in here, their existence isn’t compatible with ours. They shouldn’t exist at all. Wrong smells bad.”
“So there are other things out there that don’t smell bad?”
“Most things, I would guess. Not everything we tracked down was wrong for this world.”
“Like what?”
I shook my head and smiled. “I said they fit in here, I didn’t say they were pleasant.”
I felt content, maybe even happy. It wasn’t all the afterglow of the violence, either. I was alive again. I was out in the world, and I wasn’t alone. It felt damned good.
14
I had expected more trouble getting the police shotgun through airport security, but it turned out to be easy. It was unloaded and in a checked bag, so after a minimum of fuss and some paperwork, into the cargo hold it went.
Harder was taking the altar piece with me in my carry-on duffel. It radiated a sick dread that seemed to affect everyone around me. By the time we landed, the passengers and stewardesses were so close to bloodshed that the captain ordered everyone to their seats and cancelled drink service.
It seemed not to affect Anne and myself outside of making us uncomfortable, which made me wonder if being tainted by the unnatural made us more resistant. In any case, I couldn’t wait to be rid of the greasy, evil thing.
We rented another car and then stopped at a big discount store to get shotgun shells and ammo for my.45. Guns you can check pretty easily, with ammo it’s better to just buy it when you land.
Afterwards we had dinner at a vegetarian Indian restaurant. Anne was smug about dragging me in there, but the joke was on her, the food was delicious. By the time we were done it was getting late, so I checked us into a hotel.
You don’t go visiting elderly widows at midnight unless you’re looking for jewelry and pain killers. The hotel didn’t have adjoining rooms, so we got one with two beds. Safety won out over privacy.
The room was cheap, but clean. The carpet was mint green and the walls were yellow, but the room lamps weren’t bright enough to make it painful. I let Anne have the shower first because I like to think that I’m a gentleman. I stared at the ceiling listening to the sound of the water while I waited for my turn.
Shad’s narrow, rat-like face scowled at me from my memory. “I know,” I said under my breath. “The point of no return is coming up.” I began to weigh the lives of a lot of people that I didn’t know against the life of one girl I barely knew. It should have been easy math, but I guess I’m as selfish and shortsighted as the next person.
On the one hand, I felt responsible for whatever mayhem Piotr was up to these days, since I didn’t try to stop him when I had the chance. On the other hand, I increasingly felt the irresistible tug of life, and being able to confide in someone who knew my secret was a big part of it.
The fact that she was smart, funny, and beautiful didn’t hurt, either. Could I sacrifice her well-being, maybe even her life, in pursuit of righting an old wrong? Was it right to let countless people die to protect her, or did the greater good demand whatever sacrifice might be required?
I assumed that I wasn’t going to be coming back, but then I knew more than she did about what we would be facing. It’s one thing to hurl yourself onto a suicidal course with understanding and intent, but blindly following someone you trust down that path is something else entirely.
I heard the shower shut off, and Anne came out with one towel wrapped around her head and another around her body. She padded across the carpet and began digging around in her duffel. “Turn around.”
“You’re getting dressed in here?” I turned my back to her just in time to hear the towel drop to the ground.
“Well, you’ve already seen my ankles, there’s no mystery left now.”
“Very funny. I’m not
“Okay, I’m done.”
I turned back around, only to find that she was wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt and panties. “I thought you said you were done?”
“You were expecting a housecoat, maybe? I wasn’t planning on sharing a room with anyone when we bought clothes, and this is how I sleep. You’ll survive.” She put her damp towels in the bathroom, then slid into her bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. “There, happy?”
