That, she decided, would be a problem for another day. She wondered if her eyes had threads of darkness running through them now. She supposed they probably did.
“You could always join us,” the Driver said. “All of us in the Cabal were once as you. We all did something to upset the Balance, and we all had to confess and atone. And we all paid a heavy price to do so.”
“No thanks,” she said. “I couldn’t do your job. I don’t think I have it in me to be that cruel.”
This time the Driver smiled in dark amusement.
“You might surprise yourself.”
Only scraps of his robe remained, but he still had a pocket left. He reached into it now, withdrew a phone, and handed it to Lori.
“I retrieved it from Edgar’s van before I entered the cemetery. You can call a cab to pick you up.” He examined her critically for a moment. “On second thought, maybe you should call an ambulance.”
She felt a tickling sensation on her scalp then, and she remembered the beetle hiding in her hair.
“You said Edgar never fixed the Imbalance he created, and since I caused his death, his Imbalance was added to mine, like I’d inherited it or something. Did I fix his Imbalance too?”
“No, but your actions have helped you shed his Imbalance, so it’s no longer your responsibility.”
“Maybe not,” she said. “But unless it’s fixed, it could go bad, like mine did, right? Maybe bad enough to rouse the Intercessor again.”
“It is a possibility,” the Driver admitted.
“Then I think I’ll see what I can do to find out what Edgar did and try to fix it. He was a big help to me on the Nightway, and I’d like to return the favor if I could.”
“The Cabal can assist you…” the Driver began.
“Uh-uh. Your ‘help’ cost the lives of too many good people. If I’m going to do this, I’ll do it on my own. I’ve got more resources to draw on now.”
“Then this is farewell,” the Driver said.
Lori gave him a nod, and the man walked away, heading back toward the entrance to the Nightway. When he was gone, Lori called nine-one-one and told the dispatcher where she was – Yes, the cemetery, she repeated – then she sat down next to Aashrita’s broken headstone.
She felt the Shadowkin inside her. They raged in fury at being imprisoned, clawed at the cage within her mind that locked them away.
Hush, she thought, and after a moment, they settled down and grew quiet.
She smiled, closed her eyes, and waited for whatever would come next.
Acknowledgements
Thanks to Don D’Auria for his editorial guidance and friendship over the years, and thanks to Michael Valsted, whose keen eyes – along with Don’s – helped make this book far better than it was. And special thanks to my agent, Cherry Weiner, my tireless champion in this crazy business.
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