of Roberts' accounts pending an investigation of fraud on his proposed Jesusville amusement park and devotion center.'
'What else?'
'Second curve. Roberts has filed to take possession of the house under an ASC-1 action. He found some judge to give him custodianship of the kids in a phantom hearing, so he's got the Abandoned/Squatter Claim filed in their names. Lone Star is supposed to be heading out there to help him serve the papers right now.'
Raven tucked the credstick pieces into his pocket. 'Val, file an ASC-1 counterclaim on the property.' He tore a sheet from the hardcopy file he'd been reading. 'Use this name if the computer will take it. Otherwise file it in my name and we'll fight it out later. Wolf, let's move.'
The Fenris left two blackened patches on the floor of the garage and part of one on every curve we took as we headed toward the house. I didn't just break speed laws, I smashed them to up-quarks. We surprised the hell out of some Ancients as I took a short-cut through part of their turf, but the elven bikers abandoned the chase when they realized by my driving that I wasn't in the mood for games.
Standing on the brakes, I swung the Fenris wide around the last corner and brought it smack up against the curb just at the edge of the street light's circle of illumination in front of the house. Further up along the street I saw a Lone Star car with the driver's door open and light strobing. Beyond that, Reverend Roberts stood in the shelter of his limo.
The Lone Star cop looked over as Raven and I exited my car with our hands up. 'Just get back in your car, Wolf, and leave. We have enough trouble without you here.'
'Not much for gratitude, are you, Harry Braxen?' I let my hands drop slowly and closed my door with a hip- check. 'Doctor Raven is helping these kids, so just chill.' The ork cop scowled. 'Raven, I can run you in as easily as I can the kids. Roberts owns this place free and clear, and he's their guardian.' He raised his voice for the benefit of the kids inside as well. 'If they don't come out, I'm going to splash the loudmouth with the gun, then bring them out in handcuffs.'
Raven raised a hand to hold the children back and another to calm Braxen. 'Officer Braxen, no violence is necessary here. I believe, if you check your onboard computer, that the Reverend's claim to this property is in dispute.'
That bit of information brought a sharp yelp from Reverend Roberts. 'Get thee behind me, Satan!' He marched forcefully forward, brandishing his Bible like a sword. He came to confront Raven, but still kept the Lone Star cruiser between him and Doc. 'You are meddling in good work being performed in the name of God.'
Raven's head came up and a sardonic smile twisted his lips. 'I was unaware that 'God' was a synonym for greed, Lawrence Roberts. I'm certain Tina Cole would be shocked at how you betrayed her trust.'
In the half-second Roberts' terrified gaze swept from Raven's eyes to mine, I knew everything Raven had pieced together about him was true. He started to stammer a denial, but an unearthly roar cut him off. Cooper came running through the front door and Braxen hunkered down behind his car door with gun drawn.
Surging up and forward through the front yard I saw the thing I had heard and smelled before. More formless than humanoid, it writhed forward like an amoeboid centaur. A vast skirt of mud and gravel and debris swirled around to form a conical base that supported a lumpish torso with multiple arms. At the top of the torso I saw a shape that could have been described as a head, and when some of the slime dripped down I knew I saw bone.
The Old One howled out a challenge that had my skull bursting. I drew my Viper and snapped a round into the chamber, but couldn't see any spot to shoot the thing that might hurt it. Cooper looked over at me with horror on his face and shouted, 'Wolf, no!' He glanced at the creature and repeated the cry. 'Hawse, no!'
The creature went straight for Roberts. Multiple bubbles burst from the area of its chest as if the creature were trying to speak, but any sound it made was drowned out as Roberts held the Bible up and shouted something. The creature kept coming and, to my eye, picked up some speed. The good Reverend tossed the book at the monster, missed high, then turned to run toward his limo. Harse shifted left, tracking accurately even though I couldn't see anything on it even approximating eyes.
Over the acrid burning stench of the creature, I caught a whiff of Roberts' flower and knew how Harse had tracked him. It had to be orienting on the carnation. I'd been wearing one before and it came after me until Cooper proclaimed me a friend. Now it went after Roberts.
I briefly considered shouting a warning, then dismissed the idea. Whatever would happen to him, Roberts had brought it on himself. It was time for the money-changer to be cleared from the temple.
Roberts screamed incoherent prayers as the monster chased after him. He cut back and forth, trying to shake it, but had no success. Harse tracked Roberts like the best cyberbacker going after the bitcarrier in cyberball, closing with each turn Roberts took. The creature slid forward on a pool of mud and oily scum, cutting Roberts off from the limo.
His gun shaking like a china plate in an earthquake, Braxen looked over at me. I turned to Raven for guidance, but the Doctor just shook his head. He glanced at the children huddled around Cooper, then back at Roberts. Something in his eyes told me he wouldn't have stopped the creature if he could have. Denied his escape, the Reverend dropped to his knees. Screwing his eyes tight shut, he clasped his hands together and prayed furiously. I don't remember the words he shouted exactly, mainly because they all sort of ran together, but they amounted to a confession of his sins and a promise to sin no more. Mind you, this is just a layman's opinion, but his catalog of sins was quite enough for several lifetimes.
He begged for God's absolution, and Harse made sure he was shriven.
The creature slammed into him like a mudslide into a house. One second I could see Roberts, and the next he was covered in oozing muck. The Reverend half-stumbled to his feet, literally knocked back by the monster, then fell again as his legs melted away. The creature's acidic touch peeled Roberts' flesh off and smoked his clothing away. He tried to scream, but could only vomit mud.
His body slumped face-first onto the ground, and Harse covered him with a cairn made of garbage. The tentacle arms dissolved into nothingness and the molten mound stopped moving. A small dust-devil danced up and away from the pile as if carrying off Harse's spirit.
Braxen slowly stood from behind his cruiser and the kids left the safety of the front stoop. Cooper tried to dart forward, but Sine held him back. I took one last look at the barrow, shuddered, and put my pistol back in its holster. The Old One barked out one final challenge, then retreated to his den.
Harry tipped his hat back. 'What the hell was that?'
'Justice?' Raven, on one knee, examined the Bible Roberts had thrown. 'This, along with Roberts 'deathbed' confession, indicates that he murdered his partnerThomasHarrison for a fortune in bearer credsticks. Roberts buried Harrison in the basement here. Apparently the ghost remained quiescent until Roberts took an interest in this place. His hatred for his old partner was strong enough for him to fashion a new body out of debris found in his grave and elsewhere.' Cooper sniffed. 'I used to bwing Hawse things.'
I walked over to him and knelt down. 'Don't be sad, Cooper. Harse-Harrison-protected you just the way you wanted him to. He's gone, but he's happy now. You want him to be happy, don't you?'
'Yes.'
'Good.' I stood slowly. 'Well, Braxen, I think you can ignore the claim Roberts filed for this place.'
The ork frowned. 'I'm afraid I can't, Kies. That claim is part of Roberts' estate.'
Raven scooped the Bible up and tucked it under one arm. 'Actually, Officer, I think you'll find that the counterclaim filed against the property is valid. After all, Kyrie has been living here for the requisite time to make a claim.'
Kyrie stiffened.
Braxen shook his head. 'Nice try, Raven, but she's SINless so she can't own this place no matter how long she's lived here.'
Raven turned and stared at Kyrie. 'I did some checking, Salacia. You might have tried to run away from your family, but you are legal. The house is yours under the squatting statutes. Pay the back taxes on it, and you own it free and clear.'
'Go for it, Kyrie,' I said. I turned to the Lone Star. 'Harry, how much to claim this place?'
The ork shrugged. 'Ten grand, I think.'
Kyrie's jaw dropped. 'Where am I going to get ten thousand nuyen?'
Raven tossed her the Bible. 'Five hundred thousand nuyen in bearer credsticks belonging to the Koshiyama
