Authors: F. Paul Wilson
The Haunted Air (50 page)
“No-don't-please!” Bellitto cried, squirming in the chair as Jack pressed the tip of the silencer over his left knee. He stared down at the sheet of paper in his lap. “Please! I've never seen that before in my life!”
“Lie!”
“No! I swear!”
“Read it now then. You've got ten seconds.”
The darkness within Jack pounded on the bars of its cage to be set free and let it pull the trigger and blow this puke's kneecap into the floor. But he held it back. Bellitto wasn't exactly a spring chicken. Didn't want to lose him to a heart attack or stroke.
Almost had a heart attack himself a moment ago when he'd walked into the office at the other end of the apartment. A small room, no place for a guy Minkin's size to hide, but Jack had checked the storage closet anyway. Empty. On his way out of the room he happened to glance at the sheet of paper lying in the fax machine's tray. His gaze skittered off the handwritten lines as he passed, and he was stepping through the door when one of the words he'd seen snagged in his brain, caught like a sheet of newspaper in a fence.
⦠Westphalen â¦
With a cry of alarm he'd leaped back to the machine, snatched up the sheet, and read:
Success! The ladys Visa records show a hefty charge to something called Pint-Size Picassos which turns out to be a summer camp right outside Monticello. I checked and the Westphalen package is there. All it needs is to be picked up and we're in business. A. can handle the job no sweat.
BURN THIS!
Jack read it again, then a third time, still not believing ⦠Westphalen ⦠Pint-Size Picassos ⦠that was Vicky. Bellitto and his gang had their sights on Vicky!
How? Why? They couldn't possibly know Vicky's connection to himâthey didn't know who he was!
Or did they?
He needed some answers.
Bellitto looked up from the note. “I don't know what this
is! I've never seen it before! It must be a mistake!”
is! I've never seen it before! It must be a mistake!”
“That does it.” Pressed the silencer muzzle deeper into Bellitto's knee.
“Jesus, Jack!” Lyle, standing behind Bellitto, staring with wide, sick-scared eyes.
“Hey, I'm reasonable.” Didn't want to get into gunplay here and now. Once it got started you never knew where it would take you. But he had to
know.
Had a feeling Bellitto was just a nudge away from opening up. “I'll let him choose which knee first.”
know.
Had a feeling Bellitto was just a nudge away from opening up. “I'll let him choose which knee first.”
Bellitto tried to squirm away. “No! Please! You must believe I've never seen it! Check the time at the top! It just came in! The fax had just rung and I was on my way to check it when you stopped me.”
Grabbed the sheet and handed it to Lyleâdidn't want to take his eyes off Bellitto. “True?”
Lyle squinted at the tiny print, then nodded. “Yeah. Transmission time was a couple of minutes ago.” He dropped the note back onto Bellitto's lap. “Why are you all worked up about a package?”
All right. So Bellitto hadn't seen it. That didn't mean he didn't know anything about it. Jack raised the pistol and placed the muzzle over Bellitto's heart.
“Vicky Westphalenâwhat's she to you?”
Didn't expect Bellitto's reactionâhis expression registered genuine shock. He glanced down at the sheet again.
Jack remembered then that Vicky's first name wasn't mentioned in the message. And Bellitto looked confused, as if trying to figure out how Jack knew it.
He doesn't know she's connected to me!
Then how the hellâ?
Lyle leaned forward, looking at the message again over Bellitto's shoulder. “You mean this is about a kid? A kid you know?” He groaned in revulsion. “This is sick, man! This is really sick!”
Jack was thinking about how there'd be no more coincidences in his life and how this had pushed way beyond sick into vile and ugly.
And then he remembered the cop sniffing around Gia's place, asking about Vicky. Part of Eli's “circle”?
One way to find out.
He waved the fax in front of Bellitto. “This is from your cop friend, isn't it.”
Bellitto stiffened and stared at Jack. His eyes answered.
“I know your whole circle, Eli.”
Not quite, but the others were secondary. Especially now. He grabbed the tape and slammed it back over Bellitto's mouth.
“I've got to go.”
Lyle blinked. “Go? Where?”
“The Catskills. Got to get to that camp and make sure Vicky's all right.”
What if this wasn't the only machine this fax went to? Bellitto had talked about his “circle.” That could mean any number in addition to Minkin. That was who the “A.” probably referred to: Adrian Minkin. He could have received the same fax. Could be on his way now. Maybe picking up fellow members as he goes, like this cop, a whole crew of pervs stalking Vicky.
“You don't have to go!” Lyle said, sounding frantic. “You can call!”
“I know I can, but that's not enough.”
He'd call right now, tell the camp Vicky's been threatened, to keep watch on her and not release her to anyone but her mother. Then he'd go up there and sit guard in the woods to make sure no one screwed up.
“But what about this guy? What do we do with him?”
“I'll help you load him into the car. You take him to the house and make the trade. Tell Gia to meet me at the camp and we'll bring Vicky home together.” Caught Bellitto staring at him with puzzled eyes. Leaned closer to give him something to think about. “Yeah, that's right, Eli. We're trading you to Tara Portman for someone else.” At least Jack hoped they were. “She's waiting at your old buddy Dmitri's house. Got something real special cooked up for you.”
That ought to loosen his sphincters.
Now ⦠find a phone. He'd seen one in that little office.
“Be right back,” he told Lyle as he started away. He jabbed a finger toward Bellitto. “Don't let him budge an inch.”
Lyle nodded. “All right, but hurry. We don't know how much time we've got.”
Jack was halfway across the dining room when he heard a sound, caught a blur of motion from the stairs to his left. His guard was down but he managed to raise his hands fast enough and far enough to put the pistol between his head and the fireplace poker swung by a gorilla of a man. The gun spun away through the air. Jack stumbled back, knocking into the dining room table, scattering plates and utensils, then rolled to the side to dodge another two-handed poker swipe from Adrian Minkin.
Gia clutched her abdomen as the horror of what Tara wanted seeped through.
“My baby? No ⦠you can't mean that.”
Tara nodded and started floating toward her. “I do. I want that baby. I need that baby.”
“No!”
Gia spotted the cross that had fallen from Charlie's hand. She stooped, grabbed it, held it up. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Like playing a scene from one of those corny old vampire movies Jack liked to watch.
Tara stopped. “Put that down.”
“You're afraid! Afraid of the cross!”
“I'm not afraid of anything!” she said a little too quickly. “It's just ⦔
“Just what?”
“It's just that the crosses that were in these stones stayed too close to the wrong thing for a little too long. Centuries too long. They absorbed some.”
“What does that mean? Absorbed what?”
Tara shook her head. “I don't know. Poison.”
“Poison for you, maybe, but churches aren't poison to me.”
“Church?” Tara's brow furrowed. “What makes you think that was in a church? It lined the wall of what you might call a prison.”
Gia didn't understand, but at least she had a weapon, or at least a defense. She took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm herself. She was only partly successful.
Gia took a step toward the stairs. “I'm leaving now. I'm going up those steps and out the front door.”
And never coming back. Dear God, why hadn't she listened to Jack and stayed away from here?
Tara shook her head. “No, you're not.”
Her calm confidence shook Gia, but she kept up a bold front.
“Watch me.”
Keeping the cross straight-armed before her, she sidled to her right toward the stairs. Tara watched her calmly, making no move to halt her. When Gia reached the steps she stoppedâshe could go no further. As before, something like an invisible wall of cotton was blocking her. She thrust out the crossâthat went through fine, but no matter how hard she pushed after it, she couldn't follow.
She turned and gasped when she saw Tara directly behind her. She held up the cross and Tara backed away.
“Let's be fair,” the child said. “You can have other babies. I can't have any. Ever. Let me take yours andâ”
“Don't even think about it! You're not even ten years old! What couldâ?”
“I'd be in my twenties now!” Anger distorted her features. “I want a child! I can't have one of my own, so I'll adopt yours!”
“How?” Gia cried. “This is insane!”
“No. Not insane. Very simple. If the baby dies here, within these walls, among these stones, she'll stay here. I can keep her.”
“But she's not yours!”
Tara's voice rose to a scream that shook the earth beneath Gia's feet. “I DON'T CARE!”
Gia was finding it harder and harder to breathe. Tara ⦠the shifting dirt ⦠Charlie ⦠the granite blocks ⦠the strange cross in her hand ⦠her baby â¦
“Tara, this isn't you.”
The child face contorted. “What do you know about me? Nothing!”
“I talked to your father.”
“He gave up on me, just like my mother.”
“No! Your motherâ”
“I know about my mother. She gave up first!”
Gia tried to think of a way to reach her. If not through her family, then what?
“Tara, you were loved. I saw the family pictures. You with your horseâ”
A quick smile. “Rhonda.”
“âand your brother.”
A frown. “Little brat. What a loser he turned out to be.”
“Tara, how can you be like this?” Every humane impulse and emotion seemed to have leached out of her. “Losing you destroyed their lives. That's how important you were. I can't believe you mean this.”
“Believe it!” Cold rage disfigured her features. “I was ripped from my life and brought down here to this place where I was surrounded by thirteen men. One of them cut out my still-beating heart while the rest watched.”
Gia's free hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, dear God!”
“Not one of them moved to stop him.” Her tone was frigid, flat. “No one came to save me. After that they sliced my heart into thirteen pieces and ate them.”
The horror of it pushed bile to the back of Gia's throat. “And you were awake ⦠through it all?”
“No. I was drugged. But I know what was done. So don't tell me what's me and what's not. You may think you know me but you don't. I was a happy girl. I had my whole life ahead of me, endless opportunities. Now I have none.”
“I'm sorry, Tara. But still ⦔
“The Tara you saw in those pictures is dead. Long dead. She died under that knife.” She pulled open her blouse to reveal the empty bloody cavity of her chest. “The new Tara is heartless!”
Gia stumbled back a step. “But I never hurt you. Why do you want to hurt me?”
“I don't. I don't care about you.
It
wants you dead.”
It
wants you dead.”
“It? What it?” All Gia could think of was Jack's Otherness.
“I don't know. I only know it brought me back to kill you.”
Kill her ⦠dear God, someone, something wanted her dead.
“Why?” What had she ever done?
“I don't know and I don't care. I'd be happy to leave you alive just for spite. All I want is your baby.”
“But you tried to kill me, bury me like ⦠like Charlie.”
Gia bit back a sob. Oh, God, poor Charlie.
“I did. But then I realized that if you die here with your baby, you'll keep it. I'll never have it then.”
“But the baby's just a clump of cells now. What would you do withâ?”
“It would be
mine!
I would have something of my own then! I have nothing now!” Tara inched closer. Her voice edged toward a whine. “Come on, pretty lady. You can have another. Just let me reach inside you and squeeze, just once. You won't feel a thing. Then you can go.”
mine!
I would have something of my own then! I have nothing now!” Tara inched closer. Her voice edged toward a whine. “Come on, pretty lady. You can have another. Just let me reach inside you and squeeze, just once. You won't feel a thing. Then you can go.”
Her hand darted forward but Gia slashed at it with the cross and Tara snatched it back.
“It's not fair!” Tara screamed. “You can have all the children you want and you won't give me one! I hate you!” She stepped back and cooled her mood like turning a
switch. “All right. You won't put down that cross? Fine. I know a way to take it from you.”
switch. “All right. You won't put down that cross? Fine. I know a way to take it from you.”
Tara disappeared, then popped into view a dozen feet away. Gia stood tense and ready, holding the cross before her, watching for a trick. Then she noticed movement to her left ⦠Charlie's hands jutting up from the dirt ⦠limp and cold and splayed when she'd left them ⦠the fingers twitching now ⦠stretching, clenching ⦠rising from the earth â¦
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