The Prophet (27 page)

Chapter Thirty-One

A
fter the killer left with the body, I
called Devlin from beneath Gerrity’s desk. Never mind that he’d warned me not to contact him. Never mind that I’d found his medallion clinging to a dead man’s fingers. He was the only one I wanted to see, the only one who could calm the hysteria bubbling inside me. The idea of his strong arms around me at that moment was irresistible.

When he didn’t answer, I left a mostly incoherent voice mail and hung up. It was cowardly of me, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave my hiding place. The paralysis turned out to be a very good thing because the killer—or someone—returned to Gerrity’s office. Not once, but twice.

I huddled beneath the desk, quaking in fear and shuddering in horror as another beetle crept up my arm, inching ever closer to my face. Finally, I could stand it no longer and flicked it away. I heard the click as the shell hit the floor, and then, I could have sworn, the scurry of those tiny feet.

As the killer moved about the office, I tracked other sounds. The shuffle of papers. The metallic clang of file drawers being opened and closed. The occasional rasp of an impatient breath. And then the echo of retreating footsteps for the final time.

Still, I waited. I didn’t know how many minutes passed before I worked up enough courage to crawl from my hiding place. The body was gone, the beetles were gone and the candle had been snuffed. Nothing remained of the violence that had been done there, and for a moment I questioned whether I might have been dreaming. But the cramps in my legs and back felt very real.

Breathing deeply to quiet my nerves, I slipped across the room and listened at the door for footsteps or any sound at all that would alert me to danger. I wasn’t sure what terrified me the most—the idea of remaining hidden in that room or venturing out into the hallway, into the open.

I had no idea if Devlin had even gotten my message, and I flirted briefly with the notion of calling 911. But that little matter of the medallion plagued me. Devlin’s wasn’t unique. Anyone who belonged to the Order of the Coffin and the Claw would own a similar talisman. And yet…I somehow knew the one clutched in my hand belonged to Devlin. I just didn’t know—and was afraid to speculate—how it had come to be entwined around Tom Gerrity’s cold, lifeless fingers, as though he’d yanked it from Devlin’s neck before he died.

But I refused to entertain even a moment’s doubt. I knew Devlin’s character well enough by now. He had his secrets and, God knew, a dark enough past, but he was not a murderer. On that I would stake my life.

I eased into the hall and made my way to the stairs, pausing once again to listen. Was that a footfall? The soft thud of a door closing?

A floorboard creaked somewhere in the building. I couldn’t tell if the sound came from behind or in front of me, nor did I stop to find out. Adrenaline and panic drove me headlong down the stairs, and then I drew up short as a silhouette emerged from the gloom in the foyer. I wavered on the stairs, not knowing whether to go up or down or to try and make a dash for the door.

Then as the shadow came forward, I saw that it was Devlin. He stood at the bottom of the steps, dressed darkly as always, staring up at me.
“Amelia?”

I flung myself at him, and he caught me awkwardly with one arm, letting me savor his warmth for a moment before holding me gently away from him. I didn’t want to go, and so I clung shamelessly to the lapel of his jacket. I wanted to stay nestled against that hard chest forever, drinking in the essence of him, that dark blend of mystery and magnetism that belonged only to him.

With an effort I pulled myself together. “Thank God you got my message,” I said on a breath.

His gaze shot past me up the stairs, and even in the dim light that managed to penetrate the grimy windows, I saw a telling puzzlement in his eyes as he searched the shadows above us.

I turned to follow his gaze with a shiver. “We should go.”

My urgency didn’t seem to penetrate because he took his time scouring first the landing and then my face before he drew me back into the shadowy corner from which he had materialized. His grasp was firm and comforting, but I wanted to be back in his arms, encased so tightly that our heartbeats sounded as one. Never had his presence affected me so strongly. Never had I needed him more than I did at that moment, but something wasn’t right about his demeanor. Outwardly, he seemed in perfect control, as stoic and elegant as ever, but I could sense his tension and a carefully suppressed agitation that made me think of the silver medallion stuffed in my pocket. Why I didn’t haul it out and present it to him then and there, I wasn’t quite certain.

He lowered his voice, but the echo of it vibrated through the murk, giving my pulse an extra kick of adrenaline. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, but…we have to get out of here.” My own voice was little more than a quivering rasp.

His hands slid up to grasp my forearms. “Tell me what happened. Quickly.”

“But he could still be up there,” I whispered frantically. “We have to
go.
”

He held me firmly in place. “Calm down and tell what happened.”

“Tom Gerrity’s dead,” I blurted.

His fingers dug into my flesh, and when I winced, he eased up at once. “How do you know?”

“I found the body a little while ago in his office. At least…I think it was Tom Gerrity. His face was covered with beetles.”

“Beetles? What are you talking about?”

“Insects. I know it sounds strange but I saw them.”

His gaze narrowed. “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming or hallucinating?”

“I was wide awake and perfectly lucid. And I’m telling you his body was covered in them.” A shudder went through me. “One was trapped beneath a glass, and I think it was left as a message or a warning. And I think Darius meant for me to find that body.”

“
Darius?
He was here?” The emotion that flashed across Devlin’s face made my blood run cold.

I said hesitantly, “I didn’t see him, but I dreamed about beetles last night and I saw one today on my shoe. And now this—” I broke off, glancing wildly around the foyer as though Darius might be lurking in the shadows. “It has to be a sign, doesn’t it?”

“A sign of what?”

“I don’t know. My own death maybe.”

Devlin gave me a little shake. “Don’t do that. You’re letting him get to you.”

“I know, but it was just so terrifying.”

Devlin still held me, but I could tell his mind had gone elsewhere. He was looking past me again as if trying to picture the scene I’d just described to him.

When he started toward the stairs, I grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”

“I need to have a look around.”

“You won’t find Gerrity. The body’s been moved. He was wrapped in plastic and dragged away.”

“How long were you up there?” Devlin’s voice held an edge of something I couldn’t quite name.

“Fifteen, twenty minutes. Maybe a little longer. I lost track of time.” It had still been daylight when I arrived, but now sunset had come and gone. We were on the cusp of twilight and any moment now, Devlin’s ghosts would come through. I searched behind him for that dreaded glimmer.

For the first time, a chink appeared in his armor. “Why did you come here in the first place?” he asked sharply.

I blinked at his tone. “Does that matter right now? I think we should just get out of here.”

“Yes, it matters. A man’s dead, according to you. The police will want to know what you were doing here.”

“But you are the police.”

“For now,” he muttered.

“What does that mean?”

“Just tell me why you’re here. The truth. It’s important.”

“I came to talk to Gerrity.”

“What about?”

I sighed. “It’s a long story. It has to do with blackmail—”

He looked down at me incredulously. “How in God’s name do you know about the blackmail?”

I drew back in shock, my gaze searching his face. “I overheard a conversation between Gerrity and Dr. Shaw. I’ll tell you everything I know about it, but…can we get out of here first?” I glanced around nervously. “If he’s not here now, he could come back at any time.”

“Are you sure the killer was male?”

“No, but whoever it was didn’t seem to have much trouble moving the body.”

Devlin’s hands came back up to tighten around my arms. “Did you see anything? The killer’s shoes? Clothing? Anything at all?”

“I couldn’t see anything. I was hidden underneath the desk.”

“Thank God,” he said, still in that strange tone. “Where are you parked?”

I gave a vague wave. “A block over.”

“Go there now,” he said. “Get in your car, lock the doors and drive straight home. Don’t talk to anyone about this.”

“What are you going to do?”

His gaze moved back to the stairs. “I have things to take care of here.”

“Aren’t you going to call for backup?” I asked naively.

He hesitated. “If I need it.”

A minute ago I had been all but pleading with him to leave. Now I heard myself say plaintively, “Why can’t I stay here with you?”

“Because you said yourself it’s not safe.”

“But I’m a witness.
You
said the police would want to talk to me.”

“Not if I can help it.”

His tone alarmed me, and I felt the iciest chill slide down my spine, tapping the fear that had been niggling at me since I’d seen him at the bottom of the stairs. “Did you already know about Gerrity?”

He scowled down at me. “Why would you ask that?”

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a suspicion I didn’t want to blossom. “You got here so quickly and you seemed surprised to see me. And now you’re so anxious to send me away.” I clutched his arm. “You never got my message, did you? That’s not why you’re here.”

“Go home, Amelia.”

“What aren’t you telling me?” I whispered.

“Go home and wait for me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He took a step back from me, and my hand fell away. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” His dark gaze burned into mine. “I need you away from here. I need you safe.”

That would have been the perfect time to show him the medallion I’d found in Gerrity’s office, but I said nothing. I was too afraid of my own suspicions.

As I watched him disappear up the stairs, I had to battle the impulse to follow, but the last thing I wanted was to cause him any trouble, so for now I would do as he asked. I would go home and wait on pins and needles to hear from him.

Halfway back to my car, I realized the hand that had clutched his arm was smeared with blood.

* * *

I was still staring at that blood a few minutes later when I climbed into the SUV.

Was that Devlin’s blood on my hand? It had to be. I hadn’t seen any in Gerrity’s office, and I wasn’t hurt. Although it was certainly possible I’d come into contact with it without even realizing it.

But what about Devlin’s odd behavior and the fact that he’d arrived at Gerrity’s office so quickly? If my frantic plea for help hadn’t brought him there, what had?

Too many questions swirled in my head. I felt overwhelmed and weighed down by my suspicions. I kept telling myself I could do nothing but go home and wait for Devlin. I had to trust that my questions would be answered and my doubts laid to rest all in good time.

Safely sequestered inside my car, I dug through the console for the pack of wet-naps I kept stored there. As I scrubbed the blood from my hand, I detected a stealthy movement in my periphery. Under normal circumstances, I would have shown no outward reaction. All my years of living with ghosts had steadied my nerves. But it wasn’t every day one found a dead body covered in beetles, so I was a little off my game and I whirled with a start.

A woman with matted blond hair shuffled up to the car, and my finger went automatically to the lock button even though the mechanism had engaged when I closed the door. I saw no weapon, and from her tattered clothing, I took her for one of the homeless that gathered in nearby Marion Square. She was probably just looking for a handout, but my every instinct sounded a warning as she peered into my window.

Her unblinking stare chilled me. The irises of her eyes were colorless and frosted as though afflicted with cataracts, but she was a young woman. Her skin was unlined, her complexion pale and translucent. My heart went out to her. She was so painfully scrawny I wondered how long she’d been on the street.

I remembered something Devlin had said about some of the unfortunate souls who made their way back from a gray dust trip. His description fit this woman perfectly—glazed eyes, a shuffling walk as though she’d dragged something back from hell with her.

She wasn’t a ghost. I was almost certain of that, unless she had the same ability as Robert Fremont to present herself as human.

“Will you help me?” Her voice through the glass sounded flat and defeated, and I had the unwise urge to take her home and feed her a decent meal.

Digging in my bag, I found some bills and lowered the window just enough to shove them through. “Please, take them,” I said. “That’s all I have on me.”

The money fluttered to the ground unnoticed. “Will you help me?” she repeated in that same, strange monotone. Her voice, those eyes…everything about her deeply troubled me. If not money, what did she want?

Anxiously, I scanned the street behind her as I reached for my phone. “Are you hurt?” I asked through the window. “Should I call somebody?”

“Will you help me?”

“I’m calling 911—”

“Will
you
help me?” The inflection was barely perceptible, but it stopped me cold.

I clutched my phone. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make it go away.”

I swallowed in dread. “I don’t know what you mean.”

She was still muttering as she turned to shuffle away, back bowed like that of an old woman.

It was only after she reached the shadow of a nearby building that I saw the fragile, glimmering outline of the ghost that clung to her.

Chapter Thirty-Two

A
s soon as I got home, I went straight to the bathroom, stripped and took a shower. I’d scrubbed all the blood away earlier, but I could still feel those beetles crawling over me. I stayed under the hot water for only a few minutes, though, because I was afraid of missing Devlin’s call. Dressing warmly in jeans, boots and a thick sweater, I took Angus out for a quick walk around the block, but I could hardly enjoy our time together. My mind kept bouncing from Gerrity’s murder to Devlin’s medallion to that poor girl on the street who had wanted my help.