Child of Fire (33 page)

“I think we know what we saw,” Arlene said. “I just have a hard time believing it.”

I rushed to the window and looked out along the ledge. Cynthia and the doctor were not there. I looked down at the parking lot, but I saw only the bodies of Mr. Rake-Thin Arms and Sugar Dubois. Had Cynthia gotten away? I hoped so. I hoped I wouldn’t see her again. I hoped she would go far away from here, and that I’d never have to cut the iron gate off of her, or use her to hunt and kill her brother.

Miriam approached me. She pulled the front of my shirttail, exposing two more bullet holes across my stomach. One was so low that it was almost below my tattoos—that bullet could have shattered my hip.

I also noticed that my right forearm was bloody. I glanced down and saw that wooden splinters from the door had jabbed through my skin on the inside of my arm. The cuts were few and shallow; I’d hurt myself worse shaving. Still, I was surprised that I hadn’t even felt it. I began to pluck the splinters out.

“Are you one of them?” Miriam asked me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wild. “Are you cursed?”

“I can’t do what they did,” I told her.

“But are you cursed? Have you sold your soul, the way they did?”

Mustache laid his hand on her arm. “Miriam, he just fought for us—”

“Be quiet, Walt! I have to know.” She waited for my answer.

My adrenaline high was wearing off, and I felt shaky and exhausted. I was tempted to tell her what she could do with herself, but I’d promised to help her and I’d failed. If Walt could pray for the souls of the people who had just tried to tear him apart, I could at least comfort her with lies.

I’d spent enough time in a cell with a reformed preacher to know generally what to say. “I can’t tell you very much,” I told her. “I swore an oath not to. I was a
sinner, like everyone, and I’m still a sinner, but an angel with a flaming sword and a crown of light appeared to me, and … I can’t tell you more. I shouldn’t even have said—”

She laid her hand on my arm. “Thank you.”

“You should get out of town now.”

Someone banged on the door. “What’s going on in there? Open up!”

I spun toward the door, but it was only more hospital security guards peeping at us through the broken door. I moved toward it to unlock it, but Arlene grabbed my elbow.

“What about me?” she asked. “One of them bit me. Does that mean … am I going to become one of them?”

She looked at me as if I was an expert. I knew how it felt to want to
know
but not have answers.

But I didn’t have any answers for her. Silver had hurt one, yes, but that didn’t mean these were Hollywoodstyle werewolves. For all I knew, the Dubois brothers could change into ten different animals, not just wolves.

“I can’t answer that,” I told her. “I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know.”

Arlene turned to Miriam. “I can’t go with you, dear. I can’t go anywhere until I know.”

Miriam clutched at Arlene’s injured hand. Arlene winced, but Miriam was too rattled to notice.

I turned to Mustache. “Walt, is it?” He nodded. “I need you to drive Miriam out of town. You’re going to take Arlene’s car because it’s already packed.”

Miriam turned back to the hospital bed. “Frank …”

“I’m sorry,” I said to her. “I’m sorry I didn’t do better.”

“My father hated him,” she said. “Said he was a weakling. He even said it to Frank’s face once. But he was such a sweet man, and so funny. He always knew how to make me laugh. Lord, how can I leave him like this?”

She moved toward Frank’s body, but I caught hold of
her and steered her toward Walt. “Take her now. Right away.”

Arlene pressed the keys into Walt’s hand. “Don’t worry,” Walt said. “This sort of trouble can be cleared up pretty quickly. Then we’ll get you back to see about your Frank.”

Someone had finally brought keys for the door. Security guards unlocked it and swung it open, peering carefully around the doorjamb as if afraid we might start shooting at them.

The hall was full of blood and bodies. Wiley Dubois was gone. Had they taken his body away, or had he survived the silver I had jammed down his throat?

“They cut him open,” Walt said to me. “Emmett and Luke cut Wiley open like he was a fish and dug that bit of silver out of him. I guess the fat son of a somethin’ must have survived.”

“Guess so.” I gently shoved the others toward the door, and we all walked into the hall. “Don’t look at them,” I said. “Just keep going.” Something heavy banged against my hip. I still had Cabot’s gun in my pocket. I’d forgotten all about it.

“Hold it right there,” a man said. He stepped through the bodies to bar our way. He was wearing a cheap suit and a name tag that identified him as head of security. “You’re all going to have to wait for the police.”

Miriam started laughing. It was a frightening sound.

Arlene stepped up to the man in the suit. “It was the police who did all this.”

A young woman in a doctor’s jacket came around the edge of the hallway and moved toward the bodies. She knelt down and began checking Rev. Wilson for life signs. She didn’t look like she expected to find any.

“What are you saying?”

Arlene stepped up close to the head of security and read his name carefully. “Listen to me, Mr. Arnold
Reyes. Luke Dubois just killed the mayor, and several of the people who tried to stop him. We’re going to take the mayor’s wife out of town until the FBI, state police, or an angry mob does something about the Dubois brothers. Hopefully, it will be something brutal that leaves them in lots of tiny pieces. And if you try to contact Emmett, or if you get in our way, you’re going to be very glad that you’re already in a hospital.”

Mr. Arnold Reyes let Walt and Miriam pass. “Who’s going to explain this?”

The young doctor stood. “They’re all dead,” she said. I gestured toward Arlene’s hand. The doctor bent over the injury and studied it carefully with gloved hands. “This will need to be bandaged, but no stitches, I should think.”

I looked up. Cynthia was standing beside me. The cardiologist was right beside her. He looked rattled. Cynthia was pale. I let out a deep, relieved sigh. They’d found a safe way inside after all.

“This dude is going to explain it all,” I said to Arnold Reyes and waved to the cardiologist. “Come here, hero. You get to tell everyone what happened.”

“But I don’t know what happened.” The tall doctor looked like he wanted to flee down the stairs and never come back.

“Did you recognize the cop that was here?”

“Um, yes.”

“Did you hear him say what he came for?”

“The mayor.”

“You’re the spokesman. I’m going to see that these other people get to a safe place.” I took Cynthia’s arm and started to lead them away.

“Where’s Frank?” Cynthia asked.

I shook my head at her, and she stepped back. “I’m going to stay here. That doctor isn’t going to be able to explain it all.”

“All right,” I said. “Don’t say anything that will sound crazy.”

She smiled at me. She looked terribly fragile. “Give me some credit. I’m going to want to see you again later. My place?”

I nodded to her, then started to push Walt and Miriam through the doors. Arlene trailed behind, with the doctor holding her hand. No one spoke.

At the doors to the parking lot, the doctor made Arlene go to the ER. I led Walt and Miriam outside.

“I’m sorry,” I said as Miriam was about to get in the car.

She threw her arms around my neck. I could feel her tears smearing on my face. “Lord bless you,” she said.

They got into the car and drove away.

I walked back to the ER and watched Arlene get bandaged up. She filled out some paperwork, and then it was time to go. As we walked toward the parking lot, I looked through the glass doors and saw Annalise’s van parked out there. Annalise stood beside it, waiting for me.

“Now what?” Arlene asked me.

“Call a friend and ask for a ride home.”

I walked through the doors into the gray afternoon. Arlene followed closely behind. “No,” she said. “I can’t go home and wait. It would kill me. I have to know.”

I didn’t respond. We approached Annalise.

She stared at me as we approached. “You’ve been raising quite a ruckus, I hear.”

“You could have joined in if I had a way to contact you. A cell phone number or something.”

She shrugged. “You seem to have come through okay without me.”

“People died.” She didn’t respond. She didn’t even blink. “And the bad guys got away.”

“How many bad guys?” she asked. “What kind?”

“Three, maybe four. Remember when I said I wasn’t sure if Emmett was a werewolf or if he was alone? I’m sure now, and I’m sure about all three of his brothers. I may even have killed one or two of them.”

“Really?” Annalise glanced at Arlene, measuring her expression.

“Yep. What about you? Have you found
him
? Did some of Henstrick’s people visit you?”

“No, and yes.”

“What happened to Henstrick’s men?”

“They had a car accident. A terrible, terrible accident. None of them survived.”

“Okay. What’s next?”

“I’ve never killed werewolves before. That sounds like fun.”

Annalise pulled open the passenger door and climbed in. I walked around to the driver’s side.

“I’m coming with you,” Arlene said in her most commanding tone.

“No, you’re not.” Annalise’s voice didn’t carry a lot of power the way Arlene’s did, but there was a dangerous undercurrent to it that I doubted Arlene would recognize.

“I am,” Arlene said. “I need to. There are some things I have to know.”

Annalise had not yet closed the door. Arlene climbed onto the footrest and stepped up much too close. Maybe someone else would have been uncomfortable, would have yielded, but Annalise’s girlish little voice just got very low. “Step back.”

“Arlene,” I said. “Get down. You don’t know what you’re doing.” Reluctantly, she stepped back onto the parking lot. “Boss, she could be useful.”

Annalise snorted. “How?”

“I can find them,” Arlene said. “Emmett keeps the others close. They’ve never left the house they grew up in.”

“What if the Dubois brothers aren’t at the station? She could direct us to their house.”

“So could a phone book.”

Arlene smirked. “They’re unlisted. You—”

“Fine,” Annalise said. “But she’s your baggage, Ray.
You have to haul her around, and it’s on you if she gets killed.”

Annalise slammed the van door. Arlene huffed indignantly and began to walk around the front of the van.

I went to meet her. “Don’t annoy my boss.”

“She certainly seems to be short on manners.”

“You’re not listening. Emmett Dubois is nothing compared to the woman in that van. She’s not going to show either of us any respect, and if you can’t handle that, you can go back to organizing the cleanup at church socials.”

“I … I understand.” Arlene looked toward the ground.

“Climb in,” I said. “You’ll have to stand between the seats. We’re not set up for hitchhikers.”

She did. I strapped myself in behind the wheel and started the engine. “Where to first, boss?”

“Let’s try their home. If you injured them, they might go to ground.”

“North,” Arlene said immediately. “They live on the north end of town, about three blocks east of the station.”

I pulled out of the parking lot slowly. Even so, Arlene winced as she used her injured hand to stabilize herself. On the way, we passed a knot of people attending to a body on the sidewalk. It was Rake-Thin Arms, who had been shot and fallen out the window. I wondered if I would ever learn his name.

Sugar Dubois was nowhere in sight.

After a few minutes of driving, Arlene turned to us. “Can I ask a question?”

Annalise didn’t answer. “Okay,” I said. I had a question of my own to ask, but I wasn’t going to do it in front of Arlene.

“If one of them bit me, does that mean I’m going to …”

She’d already asked me this question. I didn’t know if
Annalise was going to answer or not. After a few moments of silence, I said: “Annalise? Is she going to become a predator?”

Annalise turned and looked at Arlene. “If I knew for certain that you would, you’d already be dead.”

“The silver hurt them,” I said. “Regular bullets didn’t do anything. And one of them had a sigil on his back. He turned into a human when I broke it.”

Annalise didn’t respond.

“Please,” Arlene pleaded. Her voice was small. “Can’t you tell me anything?”

Annalise turned and looked at her. “I can tell you this: if you’re one of them, I’ll make it quick, because Ray seems to like you. There’s nothing more you need to know.”

That was the end of that conversation.

We pulled up to the Dubois brothers’ house a few minutes later. It was a large wood-frame house with a long front yard and a high chain-link fence around it. Behind the house, the ground sloped upward into wild terrain.

Arlene pointed to it. “Their grandfather bought that house. The men have always shared it. When you marry one Dubois brother, you marry them all. Not that any of them are married at the moment. Luke’s first wife never left the house until she’d boozed herself to death. That was years ago, before Wilma. Emmett’s wife—well, she disappeared one day with her kids. If anyone is there, it’s one of the brothers.”

Annalise opened her door and stepped out of the van. “Boss?” I called. “Do you need me, boss?”

“I doubt it.” She slammed the door shut and walked toward the front gate.

“I brought this,” Arlene said, holding up a slender letter opener. The blade was silver. “I stole it off the desk at the emergency room. Shouldn’t I give this to her, just in case?”

I turned back to Annalise. She unzipped the front of her jacket, then stepped up to the padlocked gate. She grabbed the chain link and tore it off the frame. Beside me, Arlene gasped. Annalise shook her hands at her sides. They must have hurt her very much. She stepped through the gap and walked casually toward the front door.

“She doesn’t need it,” I said. “We’ll keep it in case one of the brothers makes a break for it.”