«Please don't burn anything,» I said. «I've been looking forward to a good meal for a long time.»
She nodded and turned away. After a while she said, «You knew him for a pretty long time. What's he like?»
«He always seemed to be a fairly nice guy. If he's crazy, like his dad, he hid it well.»
She uncorked a wine bottle, poured two glasses and brought them over. Then she began serving the meal.
After a few bites she paused with her fork half raised and stared at nothing in particular.
«Who'd have thought the son of a bitch would reproduce?» she remarked.
«Fiona, I think,» I told her. «The night before Caine's funeral she asked me whether I had a photo of Luke. When I showed her one I could tell that something was bothering her, but she wouldn't say what.»
«And the next day she and Bleys were gone,» Flora said. «Yes. Now I think of it, he does look somewhat the way Brand did when he was very young - so long ago. Luke seems bigger and heavier, but there is a resemblance.»
She resumed eating.
«By the way, this is very good,» I said.
«Oh, thanks.» She sighed then. «That means I have to wait till you're finished eating to hear the whole story.»
I nodded, because my mouth was full. Let the empire totter. I was starved.
Chapter 2
Showered, trimmed, manicured and garbed in fresh-conjured finery, I got a number out of Information and placed a call to the only Devlin listed in Bill Roth's area. The voice of the woman who answered did not possess the proper timbre, though I still recognized it.
«Meg? Meg Devlin?» I said.
«Yes,» came the reply. «Who is this?»
«Merle Corey.»
«Who?»
«Merle Corey. We spent an interesting night together some time back -»
«I'm sorry,» she said. «There must be some mistake.»
«If you can't talk freely now I can call whenever you say. Or you can call me.»
«I don't know you,» she said, and she hung up.
I stared at the receiver. If her husband were present I'd assumed she'd play it a bit cagey but would at least give some indication that she knew me and would talk another time. I had held off on getting in touch with Random because I'd a feeling he'd summon me back to Amber immediately, and I'd wanted to talk to Meg first. I certainly couldn't spare the time to go and visit her. I could not understand her response, but for now at least I was stuck with it. So I tried the only other thing that occurred to me. I got hold of Information again and obtained the number for Bill's next-door neighbors, the Hansens.
It was answered on the third ring - a woman's voice I recognized as Mrs. Hansen's. I had met her in the past, though I had not seen her on my most recent trip to the area.
«Mrs. Hansen,» I began. «It's Merle Corey.»
«Oh, Merle… You were just up here a while ago, weren't you?»
«Yes. Couldn't stay long, though. But I did finally get to meet George. Had several long talks with him. In fact, I'd like to speak with him right now if he's handy.»
The silence ran several beats too long before she responded.
«George… Well, George is over at the hospital just now, Merle. Is it something you could tell me?»
«Oh, it's not urgent,» I said. «What happened to George?»
«It - it's nothing real bad. He's just an outpatient now, and today's his day to get checked over and pick up some medication. He had a sort of breakdown last month. Had a couple days' worth of amnesia, and they can't seem to figure what caused it.»
«I'm sorry to hear that.»
«Well, the X-rays didn't show any damage - like he'd hit his head or anything. And he seems okay now. They say he'll probably be fine. But they want to keep an eye on him a little longer. That's all.» Suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, she asked, «How'd he seem when you were talking with him, anyway?»
I'd seen it coming, so I didn't hesitate.
«He seemed fine when I talked with him,» I answered. «But of course I hadn't known him before, so I couldn't tell whether he was acting any different.»
«I see what you mean,» she said. «Do you want him to call you back when he gets in?»
«No. I'm going to be going out» I said, «and I'm not sure when I'll be getting back. It was nothing really important. I'll get in touch again one of these days.»
«Okay, then. I'll tell him you called.»
«Thanks. G'bye.»
That one I'd almost expected. After Meg, George's behavior had been overtly weird, at the end there. What had bothered me was that he'd seemed to know who I really was and to know about Amber - and he even wanted to follow me through a Trump. It was as if he and Meg had both been subjected to some strange manipulation.
Jasra came to mind immediately in this regard. But then she was Luke ally, it seemed, and Meg had warned me against Luke. Why would she do that if Jasra were controlling her in some fashion? It didn't make sense. Who else did I know who might be capable of causing such phenomena?
Fiona, for one. But then she'd been party to my later return to this shadow from Amber and had even picked me up after my evening with Meg. And she'd seemed just as puzzled about the course of events as I was.
Shit. Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.
I went back and knocked on the bedroom door, and Flora told me to come in. She was seated before a mirror, applying makeup.
«How'd it go?» she asked.
«Not too well. Totally unsatisfactory, actually.» I summarized the results of my calls.
«So what are you going to do now?» she inquired.
«Get in touch with Random,» I said, «and bring him up to date. I've got a feeling he'll call me back to hear it all. So I wanted to say good-bye, and thanks for helping me. Sorry if I broke up your romance.»
She shrugged, her back still to me, as she studied herself in the mirror. «Don't worry -»
I did not hear the remainder of her sentence, though she continued talking. My attention was snatched away by what seemed the beginning of a Trump contact. I made myself receptive and waited. The feeling grew stronger but the caller’s presence did not become manifest. I turned away from Flora.
«Merle, what is it?» I heard her say then.
I raised one hand to her as the feeling intensified. I seemed to be staring down a long black tunnel with nothing at its farther end.
«I don't know» I said, summoning the Logrus and taking control of one of its limbs. «Ghost? Is that you? Are you ready to talk?» I asked. There was no reply. I felt a chill as I remained receptive, waiting. I had never experienced anything quite like this before. I'd a strong feeling that if I but moved forward I would be transported somewhere. Was this a challenge? A trap? Whatever, I felt that only a fool would accept such an invitation from the unknown. For all I knew, it might deliver me back to the crystal cave.
«If there is something you want,» I said, «you are going to have to make yourself known and ask. I've given up on blind dates.»
A sense of presence trickled through, then, but no intimations of identity,
«All right,» I said. «I'm not coming and you have no message. The only other thing I can think of is that
