Deception Cove

Chapter 16

FEAR OF BEING CAUGHT OUT IN THE OPEN AFTER DARK proved to be an excellent motivator. They made good time, walking into the tiny community of Shadow Bay shortly before sunset. Relief flashed through Alice when she saw the first buildings and other trappings of civilization.

It had been an arduous trek. Drake had not allowed many rest breaks. Alice was exhausted and she knew that Karen was, also. But the realization that they would not be spending another night outdoors made the physical effort more than worthwhile.

Her initial elation faded quickly. At first glance, Shadow Bay appeared deserted.

“They all left,” she whispered, her spirits plunging.

“Oh, no,” Karen wailed.

There were no passengers waiting at the ferry dock. A small sign announced that the run to Thursday Harbor had been cancelled until further notice. The shops on the short main street were closed and, for the most part, dark. One nearby shop window was illuminated, but the glow came from the unique light of an old-fashioned amber lantern. After a moment, Alice realized that more amber lanterns lit the tavern and a couple of rooms in the small motel above the row of marina shops. Aside from the handful of lamps, however, the town looked empty. It was as if the last person to leave had forgotten to de-rez a few lights.

She reached up to touch Houdini, who was perched on her shoulder. “Does this place remind anyone of that horror movie Ghost Cove?”

Karen looked around with growing panic. “Yes, it does.”

“Never saw that one,” Drake said. He stopped in the middle of the street and surveyed the ominously quiet surroundings. “Did it end well?”

“No,” Alice said. “Probably better not to go into the details. What happened here? Do you think your brother managed to evacuate the entire island and then decided to leave, as well? I have to tell you, the thought of being the only people remaining on Rainshadow besides Zara Tucker and her security guard is a little scary.”

“And Pete,” Karen said anxiously.

“And Pete,” Alice added.

“Take it easy,” Drake said. “There are people here. But the power is off. That’s probably why the shops are closed and the street is empty. Well, that and the incoming fog.”

“Where is everyone?” Karen whispered.

As if on cue, a man with long, unkempt hair, a scraggly beard, and fierce eyes appeared from the shadowed space between two weather-beaten buildings. He was dressed in flowing green robes bound at the waist by a leather belt. The belt buckle was set with an amber stone. The leather boots on his feet looked well worn, as if they had seen a great deal of hard wear.

He held a large, hand-lettered sign attached to a narrow wooden post. The sign read, PREPARE FOR THE GLORIOUS DAWN. ARE YOU READY FOR THE RETURN OF THE ANCIENT ONES?

He strode rapidly toward Alice, Drake, and Karen, a man on a mission.

“Welcome, travelers,” he intoned. “Do you bring news of the Aliens? Have they returned?”

“Haven’t seen any Aliens,” Drake said.

“Good.” The bearded man nodded solemnly. “You still have time to prepare. You must seek the third level of psychic enlightenment before it is too late. Only those who arrive at the third level will be able to accept the Glorious Dawn that is coming.”

“Who are you?” Alice asked.

“My name is Egan. I was sent here with the others to warn the people of Rainshadow that the Glorious Dawn will arrive here first. Many fled. But those who remain will not listen to me. If we are not prepared, the Aliens will take back this world and destroy us in the process. There is very little time left.”

“Do you have a plan to reach the third level?” Drake asked.

“The answer lies in dreams,” Egan said. He swept out a hand to indicate the dark fog hanging at the edge of the harbor. “Those who cannot or will not achieve the third level will meet their doom in the nightmare fog.”

“How do you know all this, Egan?” Alice asked gently.

“The dreams,” Egan whispered. He stared at the psi-fog. “I see it all in my dreams. Soon you will know the truth, too.”

“Where are the other people in this town?” Karen asked.

Egan frowned, briefly confused by the change of topic. “Those who did not flee are making preparations for the night. With darkness comes the fog, you see.” He pointed down the street to the door of one of the shops. “Some of the unenlightened are gathered there. They said that soon others would arrive to join them. You must be the ones they’re waiting for. They feared that you wouldn’t be able to get to the island in time because of the fog.”

Alice realized that he was pointing to a shop illuminated with the light of an amber lantern. The sign over the door read: SHADOW BAY BOOKS.

“Where will you sleep tonight, Egan?” she asked.

“In the marina warehouse,” Egan said. “I have a lantern to protect me.”

The door of Shadow Bay Books opened. A big, bearded bear of a man came out onto the sidewalk.

“Thought I heard someone out here,” he said. He looked at Drake. “I’m Jasper Gilbert. You must be Drake Sebastian. About time you got here. Don’t mind telling you that we were starting to get a little worried.”

“I’m Drake,” Drake said. “This is my wife, Alice. And this is someone we picked up along the way, Karen Rosser.”

It was, Alice realized, the second time that day that Drake had introduced her as his wife, first to Karen and now to a stranger. For some reason she found it unsettling. She was almost overcome with the urge to explain. I’m not his real wife. It’s just an MC and not even a real MC, at that. Except that it was a real MC.

“Pleased to meet you, ladies,” Jasper said. “Good thing you got in ahead of the fog.” He glanced back through the doorway. “They’re here, Fletch.”

An elegant, silver-haired man appeared on the doorstep. The wedding ring he wore matched the ring that Jasper had on his hand.

“Name’s Fletcher Kane. I can’t tell you how relieved we are to see you.” He turned his head to call back into the shop. “Drake Sebastian is here. He’s got a couple of friends with him.”

“A new friend and my wife,” Drake corrected.

Alice glanced at him, wondering why he was putting so much emphasis on her legal status. He gave a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head, making it clear he wanted her to keep quiet about the MC.

A handful of other people rushed out onto the sidewalk. Introductions went quickly.

“Charlotte Attridge now.” An attractive, dark-haired woman with fashionable glasses smiled. “My husband is the chief of police here in Shadow Bay.”

A red-haired woman stepped forward. “I’m Rachel Blake. I own this bookstore.” She gave Drake an apologetic look. “I’m Harry’s fiancee, Drake. Sorry we had to meet like this.”

“A pleasure,” Drake said.

Rachel gave Alice a quizzical look. “We didn’t know that Drake was married. Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Alice said, “but it’s a little complicated—”

She broke off because Drake was giving her another hard look. She couldn’t see his eyes, but it didn’t take any psychic talent to know that he wanted her to shut up.

She closed her mouth on what would have been a convoluted explanation of the MC.

“Oh, you have a dust bunny pal, too,” Rachel said, delighted.

“This is Houdini,” Alice said.

She reached up to take Houdini from her shoulder. But he surprised her by chortling excitedly. Avoiding her hands, he bounded gleefully down to the ground and fluttered through the front door of the shop. Alice heard a