They went to the third case in the row. Fallon wiped off more grime.
Isabella saw a wood-and-bronze clockwork dragon with eerie glass eyes. She moved to the next box. It contained an ornate miniature carriage and two small wooden horses. The glass windows of the vehicle glinted darkly. The third case held a toy-sized merry-go-round decorated with small mythical beasts. The last box held a Victorian-era camera.
“If we assume that the Queen was in the empty case and that the clock was stolen together with its glass box, all of the curiosities that were originally stored here are accounted for,” Fallon said.
“You sound relieved.”
“Trust me, I am,” Fallon said.
“But who comes down here on a regular basis to keep the Queen in working order?”
“Someone who can handle the psi in this place and who also feels a duty to protect the artifacts.”
“Walker,” she said softly. “But that means he knows about the second entrance. Why didn’t he mention it?”
“Walker operates in his own universe and employs his own kind of logic,” Fallon said. “It’s our fault. We didn’t ask the right question.”
“I think that, in his mind, he has turned over the responsibility of protecting the inventions to J&J. He probably assumes that you know everything he knows.”
“Yes.”
Isabella looked at the skeleton. “What do we do with the body?”
“Nothing until we get the inventions out of here. Gordon Lasher has been here for twenty-two years. He can wait a while longer.”
14
They emerged from the shelter a short time later, closing the hatch to cut off the disturbing psi wind. Isabella fondled the dogs while Fallon told Henry and Vera what they had found and explained his plans to bring in an Arcane team to remove the remaining curiosities.
Henry squinted at Walker. “Let me get this straight. Vera and I have been guarding the front door of that shelter for twenty-two years while you’ve been coming and going through the back door?”
Walker was bewildered by the question. “Have to k-keep the Queen working. Takes oil.”
“Why didn’t you tell us there was another entrance to the shelter?” Vera asked calmly.
Walker looked confused. “No one knew about it.”
“Except you and Rachel and the Asshole,” Henry said, disgusted.
“J-just me, now,” Walker said earnestly. “Gordon Lasher is dead. Rachel never came back. I kept the secret.”
Henry grimaced. “Wonder how many other people discovered the second entrance during the past twenty- two years.”
“I don’t think that anyone else knows it exists,” Fallon said. “As far as we could tell, all of the devices are accounted for. Walker’s footprints are the only new ones down there.”
Walker rocked. “No one knows about the tunnel d-door. Except me. And Rachel. But Rachel never came back.”
“Where does the door lead?” Isabella asked gently.
Walker concentrated. “Comes out in the h-hot springs cave.”
“Which is out at the Point,” Vera said. “Well, that explains it. The only people who know about the springs are those of us who live in the Cove.”
“I’ve been inside the hot springs cavern a few times,” Fallon said. “There’s a vast network of tunnels leading off of it that have never been explored. Obviously one of them leads to the shelter.”
“Walker, Lasher and Rachel saw the second door when they went down into the shelter,” Isabella said. “But how did they find the entrance from the hot springs cavern? They would have had to map that maze of tunnels. It would have taken weeks, at the very least. But from the looks of things, Lasher was back inside the shelter shortly after he left town with Rachel.”
“Rachel,” Walker said suddenly. “Rachel f-found the tunnel that leads to the shelter. She showed it to Lasher.”
Fallon looked at Isabella. “Sounds like Rachel Stewart had some serious talent.”
WALKER CHOSE TO WALK back into town. Isabella grabbed the handhold just inside the door of the big SUV and did a little hop to get up into the cab. Fallon put the remains of the Queen, together with the clock, into the cargo bay of the vehicle and got behind the wheel.
Isabella’s phone rang just as Fallon drove out of the Sea Breeze parking lot. The number looked familiar.
“Norma Spaulding,” Isabella said. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Clients are always trouble,” Fallon said. “In a perfect world J&J wouldn’t need any.”
“That would certainly be an interesting business model.” She opened the phone. “Hello, Norma,” she said, going for her most professional tones.
“The buyer I had lined up for the Zander house just called,” Norma said tightly. “He heard the news about the so-called Haunted House murders. He is no longer interested.”
Isabella winced. “I’m sorry about that.”
“Damn it, I didn’t hire Jones & Jones to kill the deal.”
“I assure you, it was an accident.”
“Finding three bodies in the basement is an accident?” Norma’s voice rose. “A serial killer dropping dead in the house is an
“I realize it may take some time for the media to lose interest, but I’m sure that in a few months everyone will forget about what happened at the Zander house,” Isabella said soothingly.
“Not a chance. That property is never going to be marketable. The only reason I called is to tell you not to bother to send me a bill for your services. I didn’t get what I paid for and I’m not about to write a check to your agency.”
Outrage splashed through Isabella. “But J&J solved the case.”
“There was no case,” Norma said. She sounded like she was speaking through set teeth. “I hired you to help me get rid of those silly rumors about the property being haunted. I thought if a psychic detective agency declared the place ghost-free, I could sell it. But instead you killed the deal.”
“It isn’t J&J’s fault that the property was a dumping ground for a serial killer.”
“Maybe not, but I’m holding your firm responsible for killing the sale, so do not bother to send me your bill.”
The connection went dead. Isabella closed the phone.
“Bad news,” she said. “Norma Spaulding says she won’t pay our bill. She blames J&J for making the Zander house unmarketable.”
“Told you the case was a waste of time,” Fallon said. “That’s why we don’t like to encourage that kind of work.”
“It’s not our fault that there were bodies in the house.”
“Clients always blame the investigator when they don’t get the answer they want,” Fallon said. “Hell, most of the time they blame the investigator even when they do get the answer they say they want or even the one they expect. It’s the nature of the business, Isabella.”
She slumped in the seat and gazed morosely out the window. “It’s not fair.”
“Here’s a little tip going forward.”
“What?”
