“Whatever gave you that idea.”
“Stop the wisecracks. Now, who gave you that information?”
Peter felt himself starting to lose his temper. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to say something really stupid. He’d already taken enough of a risk talking to the detectives, and decided it was time to end the interview. He went to the door and twisted the handle.
“I’m sure you can find your way out,” he announced.
“Are you throwing us out?”
“That’s right. Have a nice night.”
Dagastino left the dressing room in a huff. Instead of following him, Schoch stayed behind. She looked vaguely familiar, and Peter tried to determine where they’d met before.
“Tell me why you did that,” Schoch said.
“Your partner is a jerk. He had it coming to him.”
“Dag’s trying to do his job. Wolfe’s dangerous. You need to help us find him.”
“How dangerous?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
This was going nowhere. Wolfe was going to kill scores of people on Tuesday night if he wasn’t apprehended. Schoch impressed him as trustworthy, so Peter shut the door.
“I’m going to tell you something about myself that can go no further,” he said.
Schoch crossed her arms, and waited.
“I
Schoch uncrossed her arms. “You’re a mind reader?”
“That’s right.”
“Excuse me, but that’s impossible.”
“No it’s not. Think of a number, any number. Got one?”
“Yes…”
“Two hundred and seventeen.”
“How the hell did you do that?”
“I read your mind. Now, listen to me. Wolfe is some kind of mass murderer. He won’t use guns or bombs or anything like that. People will simply fall down on the pavement, and die. Now tell me who Wolfe is. Maybe I can help you find him.”
Schoch bit her lip, thinking about it. Trust ran both ways. She finally nodded.
“All right. Here’s what we know about the guy who attacked you. Wolfe is a member of a cult called the Order of Astrum that’s based out of the United Kingdom. Their symbol is tattooed on Wolfe’s neck. It got spotted in the surveillance photo Dag showed you.”
“What kind of cult?”
“They practice dark magic.”
“Any idea why he tried to kill me?”
“No. Now tell me how the mind reading works. It sounds very useful.”
“It’s a gift,” he explained. “I have to connect with a person to read their thoughts. Sometimes, all I get are bits and pieces of what they’re thinking.”
“So Wolfe let you read his thoughts.”
“Yes. It was almost like he was testing me.”
“If we find Wolfe, would you come down to the station, and read his mind?”
Peter hesitated. This was exactly what had happened to his friend Nemo. Nemo had gone to help the police, and had done such a good job that he’d never been seen again.
“Let me think about it,” he said.
Peter escorted Schoch to the back exit of the theater. Telling her about his psychic abilities hadn’t been as difficult as he’d thought it would be. She was easy to talk to, and inspired trust. He opened the back door. A black Volvo was parked in the alley, Dagastino was at the wheel.
“Tell your partner I’m sorry I pissed him off,” Peter said.
“I will.” Schoch paused. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
He plumbed her face. He
“I thought you looked familiar,” he admitted.
“I was the first officer on the scene when your parents died. I took care of you that night.”
Peter felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. The memories came rushing back, and he envisioned Schoch in a dark blue uniform. “You took me to the station house, and fed me ice cream. You were very kind, although I’m afraid I wasn’t much help. The doctors said I repressed the memory of what happened.”
“You tried very hard. I always appreciated that. I still think about the case.”
“It’s been closed for a long time,” he said quietly.
Opening her purse, Schoch removed a business card, and stuck it into his hand. “Call me if you remember anything else about Wolfe that might be helpful.”
“I’ll do that. Please don’t tell anyone what I told you,” he said.
“About the mind reading? Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”
Not everyone could keep a secret, but the bond that had been cemented between them long ago told him that Schoch could be trusted. She walked outside and got into the waiting car.
“Goodnight,” she called to him.
Peter glanced at her card. Schoch worked out of the 19th Precinct on the Upper East Side, not far from where he lived. This area of the city wasn’t in her jurisdiction, and he found himself wondering why she and her partner were here.
As the Volvo pulled away, a strange thought occurred to him. Schoch had been there the night his parents had perished, and now she was here, questioning him about Wolfe. It was too much of a coincidence. The two events were somehow connected.
He ran into the alley wanting to ask her, but the car was already gone.
5
Peter went inside. Each night, he followed a ritual. First, he bid goodnight to the menagerie of winged and four-legged assistants that he used in his show. Then, he inspected his props so they’d be ready for tomorrow. Satisfied that everything was just right, he stood in the center of the stage, and soaked up the darkness. Normally, he spent this time being thankful that he got to do the thing he loved for a living. But tonight was different. A man had tried to stab him, and he didn’t know why. It would eat at him until he learned the answer.
He left through the theater’s front doors. Liza, Snoop, and Zack huddled beneath the canopy, trying to stay dry in the pouring rain. Liza looked upset, and gave him a hug.
“Are you okay?” his girlfriend asked.
“I’m fine,” Peter replied.
She gave him a look. The first time he’d laid eyes on Liza, she’d been performing aerial contortions as part of a troupe of Chinese acrobats with Cirque du Soleil. Small-boned and petite, she had an oval face and simmering light brown eyes that could peel back his soul.
“All right, I’m not fine,” he confessed.
“You left the hidden microphone in your collar turned on,” she said. “We overheard your conversation before the battery died. Detective Dagastino sounded like a flaming jerk.”
He started to panic. He’d never confided in Liza about his psychic powers. Nor had he told Snoop or Zack, and he wondered how much of his conversation they’d overhead.
“Did you hear what his partner, Detective Schoch, told me?” Peter asked.
His assistants shook their heads. He was safe for now.
