CnC 5 One Hex of a Wedding (25 page)

“Mur, did Tad ever find out if Rusty is actually in Seattle?”

“Yeah, he found out, all right.” She shook her head, turning the laptop over to Harlow. “Apparently, Rusty’s brother knows nothing about Rusty’s whereabouts. He stayed there a little while, then disappeared after his brother threw him out for being rude to his wife. We haven’t been able to pinpoint him through a DMV search, so I guess he really is a potential suspect. But would he come back after all this time? Yeah, I got him fired but …”

“Brace yourself, Mur. We found some pretty damning evidence against him.” I poked through the cupboard where I knew Murray kept her goodies. Sure enough, three packages of Oreos and—
What did we have here?
A box of Thin Mints. “Can I open these?” I asked, holding them up.

Mur shrugged, smiling faintly. “Sure. Now, what happened out there?”

I broke open the cookies and slid them onto the table. “I met your stalker on the astral,” I said.

“What?” She was out of the chair, leaning across the table before I could open the fridge to find milk for the cookies. “And keep your voice down. If Jimmy wakes up, I don’t want him hearing any of this. The last thing I need is to worry that he’s going to run off hunting some elusive pervert.”

“He might not be that elusive,” I said, and proceeded to give her the rundown on what had happened. When I described the man I’d seen, she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.

“It’s Rusty, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Sounds like it,” she said, shaking her head. “How do you know?”

“Harlow will show you,” I said, poking through her fridge. A gallon of chocolate milk rested on the top shelf and I poured two glasses—I knew Harlow wouldn’t want any. But Diet Coke would catch her eye. I snagged a can and carried it over to the desk, where she was engrossed in working her magic on the keyboard.

She glanced up at me. “Here it is. The first site.”

Murray leaned over her shoulder. Rusty’s picture came up and she frowned. “That’s him all right. You sure that’s who you saw?”

“Plain as day. I know that’s not proof that you can use in court, but it gives you a direction in which to look. Plus … Harl, show her that message board.” I took a step back. I might not be the most diplomatic person in the world but when Murray got angry, she blew. And I didn’t want to be in the way.

Harlow vacated the chair, allowing Murray to sit down. As she scanned the page, I could see her shoulders tense up. “I’ll kill him. I swear, I’m going to hunt the dog down and tear him apart.” She whirled. “I have to show this to Tad. Maybe he can trace the IP address to get an idea of where that little worm’s been hiding out.”

I bit into a second cookie. Murray could bring a grown man to the ground in a whimpering mess. She was a warrior, in the truest sense of the word, and had found law enforcement a good channel for her talents.

Harlow raised one eyebrow. “So, call him. Or shoot him an email with the URLs. We’ll wait.”

Mur forced herself back into the chair and tersely typed out a message, copying and pasting the URLs of the two sites. She didn’t divulge what she told Bonner about why she thought it was Rusty following her, and I didn’t ask. After a few minutes she cleared the screen, cleaned out the cache and history.

“I don’t want Jimmy stumbling onto those sites. He’d figure it out right away.” She grimaced as she joined me at the table and absently bit into a cookie. “Damn, I hate this. That little perv is out there somewhere, and he’s got his eyes on me. And if what you say is right, he’s dangerous enough to cause serious damage.”

“Yeah, and you can bet he’s not going to hesitate. My guess is that his psychosis has been building for years,” I said, thinking about what I’d felt from him on the astral. “He’s probably hiding out in the mountains near here, or with a friend. Do you remember anybody he might have palled around with?”

She shook her head. “Not right off hand, but let me think for a while. I do remember a couple of guys hanging around his desk, but it will take a moment for me to put names to the faces. Most of the time, I barely noticed him. I was polite, I said hello when I saw him in the halls, and I said good-bye at the end of the day. Apparently that wasn’t enough. And you can bet that he blames me for his getting fired, even though he was the one caught sneaking into my computer and hacking my password.”

A thought stopped me. “Computer? Murray, have you checked your computer for something called spyware? Kip was talking about it the other day.”

Harlow smacked her head. “Why didn’t I think of that? I’m not an expert at it, by any means, but Em’s right. You need to make sure he’s not tapping into your computer files. Since he was in your house long enough to both plant a bug and trash the place, he might have been able to break into your computer and set up some Trojan program.”

Murray groaned. “Oh great. Are you sure? I mean, I know it’s possible …”

“There are kids Kip’s age who could break into your machine,” I said. “Do you have your computer password protected?”

Again, a groan. “Yeah, but it’s so simple I bet he could figure it out within a few minutes.”

I closed my eyes. What mattered to Murray more than anything in the world? Jimbo? Too simple. “I’ll bet it’s either Sid or Nancy,” I said, naming her snakes. She flashed me a nasty look and I knew I’d hit it right.

Just then, my cell phone rang. It was the booking agent for the Barry Boys.

“Ms. O’Brien? I’m sorry to drop this on you so suddenly, but the Barry Boys won’t be able to play at your wedding. There’s been a change of circumstances and the band won’t be playing any more gigs for the rest of the year. Of course, we’ll refund your deposit. I’ll cut a check and get it sent off to you today.”
Click
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I stared at the phone and flipped it shut. “I’m about ready to scream. The Barry Boys can’t make it for my wedding, so not only am I out a dress and my family, I’m also out a band.” Suddenly angry, I smacked my hand on Murray’s hundred-year-old oak table. “Jeezus, what the hell is going on?”

Harl and Mur stared at me. I avoided their eyes. Seldom given to temper tantrums, I felt like my entire wedding was falling apart before my eyes. Of course, I considered, compared to being stalked by a psychic wacko, perhaps it wasn’t quite so bad. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but everything still seemed so bleak.

Shrugging, I said, “Sorry, just feeling the pressure.”

“Pressure from what?” White Deer came popping through the back door.

We made room for her at the table and filled her in on what we’d been talking about. “So, we know who’s after Murray. And, on the side, my wedding is more and more resembling something from a minimalist painting.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Emerald, your aura is flaring up in a most peculiar way. What’s different about you than this morning?”

I frowned, then snapped my fingers and dug into my purse. “Here, this is the necklace. Maybe just carrying it around causes havoc?”

She took the necklace in hand and closed her eyes, running the faceted crystals through her hands. “Em, I think these are … if I had to give it a word, I’d say they were hexed.” Her voice was soft, and she had an odd, faraway look in her eyes.

“Hexed? You mean cursed?” Oh God, I thought I was done with curses. But as the events of the past few days ran through my mind, the idea seemed less far-fetched.

“No,” she said. “I’m trying to puzzle out the energy here. It’s not like the dragon—not that sort of curse. I’m picking up a sense of sorrow … almost despair. And chaos.” She laid the necklace out on the table. “You said this is an antique?”

I nodded. “Yeah, Rose bought it at a shop in Seattle. She said … what did she call it?” I thought for a moment. “Oh, yes. The dealer called it the Bride’s Circlet.”

Harlow immediately returned to Murray’s computer and started tapping away at the keys. “Let’s see if we can find out anything about it. If it’s an antique, maybe there’s something on the Web about it.”

I picked up the string of crystals and ran it through my fingers. Rose would never deliberately give me anything to hurt me; that much I knew. So, if there was some hex associated with the necklace, I was betting that the shop-keeper hadn’t mentioned it to her. Chances were if some spell or charm was attached to the necklace, the shop-keeper wouldn’t even know about it.

White Deer poured herself a glass of lemonade from the fridge and pulled out a loaf of bread. “Anybody want to share a sandwich with me? I didn’t eat lunch and I’m starving.”

I shook my head, having filled up on cookies. Murray glanced at the clock. “I thought I’d toss a few steaks on the grill for dinner after Jimmy wakes up, but I could go for half a sandwich. Turkey and Swiss, please. With mustard.”

While White Deer slathered bread with mustard and mayo, Harlow steadily clicked through several links she’d pulled up on her browser.

“Got it!” she called after a few minutes. I slipped out of my chair and leaned over her shoulder. Sure enough, there in a grainy and faded photograph, was my necklace. Either that or a carbon copy.

Harlow skimmed the article. “This is a site that specializes in paranormal happenings, ghosts, hexes, etc. The entry is written by the descendant of someone named Thomas Carter. Let’s see …” She began to read aloud:

“Well, that’s a fortuitous start to a marriage.” Mur snorted. “Nothing like a pre-wedding affair to spice up a marriage.”

“Yeah,” Harl said. “And it gets better.” She shook her head. “Em, I don’t think I’d wear that necklace anymore, if I were you.”

I held the necklace up so the light shining through the kitchen window reflected on it, sending little prisms every which way. Rose had been right about one thing—it was definitely an antique. Two hundred years old. “Why? Spill it. What happened?”

Harlow stopped, grimacing. “Sounds like your necklace has quite the history, Em.”

“No kidding.” I balanced the string of cut crystals in my hand. Such a beautiful necklace and so much grief associated with it. While I doubted that the slave had actually hexed the choker, her fear and anger could easily have penetrated the crystals, amplifying over the years.

“I don’t think this necklace was actually cursed to begin with,” I said. “But all it takes is a number of people believing that there’s a hex in order to create one. The mind is an incredibly powerful thing.”

“What are you going to do with it?” asked White Deer.

I shrugged. “Dunno. I guess I can try to cleanse it. It’s so lovely that I hate to give it away, and Rose gave it to me so I really don’t want to have to tell her I got rid of it. Maybe I can smudge it or something. It’s had almost two hundred years of concentrated focus on it as a bearer of bad luck, so I’m not sure how effective my charms will be. Maybe Nanna can help me.” I glanced up at White Deer. “Do you have any ideas?”

The moment the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to retract them. Right now, White Deer’s focus should be on protecting Murray. “Never mind,” I said before she could speak. “You have your hands full already. I’ll just see what I can do. If I can’t cleanse it, then I’ll put it in a safe-deposit box until later. Maybe if it’s out of the house, it won’t be able to affect me. By the way, does it say how much this thing is worth?”

Harlow clicked away, then looked over at me. “Em, your sister paid in the neighborhood of five thousand dollars for that.”

I almost choked on my cookie. I knew it was expensive, but that was beyond any guess I might have made.

“One thing’s for sure,” she added, “you need a new necklace to go with the new wedding dress, which you have yet to buy.”

I grimaced. “Two corsets and no dress. Maybe I should go show-girl style. Corset, garter belt, a thong, and a pair of stiletto platforms. Think Joe would like that?”

Harlow cracked up, and Murray and White Deer joined her.

After they’d managed to stop laughing, Harl said, “Yeah, but this isn’t Reno, Em. And Joe isn’t Elvis. Hell, if I have to drive to Seattle and buy you a dress myself, I’ll do it.”

On that note, I stood up, pocketing the necklace. “Okay, I guess we’ve gone as far as we can today. At least we know who we’re looking for, Murray. That’s a lot more than we could say this morning.”

Harl nodded. “You can be on the alert now that you know who’s after you. And surely the Chief will be able to help once he sees those sites.” She closed Murray’s laptop and stood up. “What about the dinner party tomorrow night? Murray, you think Jimbo’s up to coming?”