Unclean Spirits Part 3

"Yes. Absolutely."

"I need help."

Four.

The bodies were lined up on the wooden floor of the front room. Midian had erected a levee of towels around them and draped black plastic trash bags over their heads. I was grateful for that. The curtains were closed, cutting us off from the street and the city. With the windows covered, I realized how small the apartment was. Aubrey was leaning against the interior brick wall. Midian sat on the couch beside a rough pile of history books and loose papers, his cigarette filling the air with a dim haze. His clothes were streaked with blood. I perched on the remaining kitchen stool. The one I'd thrown in the fight had bent enough that it wobbled now. I knew how it felt.

"O-kay," Aubrey said. Then, "Wow."

"The upside is no cops," Midian said. "I figure they set up some kind of sound-dampening cantrip before they broke in, or else..."

"Or else?" Aubrey asked.

"Brick walls," Midian replied with a shrug.

Aubrey nodded. His expression was grave, but there was a businesslike quality to how he took the whole thing in. I scratched my arm. I'd found a sweats.h.i.+rt in the back. It smelled like Midian's cigarettes, but the white s.h.i.+rt I'd worn here was ruined. I tried not to look at the bodies.

"Well, we've got two issues," Aubrey said. "We need to get rid of these guys, and we need to make sure you and Jayne are someplace safe."

Midian smirked at the misp.r.o.nunciation of my name, but didn't correct him.

"My guess is we've got a little time," Midian said. "Coin throws his ninja strike team at us and they don't come home, he's going to get careful for a while. But I wouldn't want to wait until morning."

Aubrey nodded. I wanted to say that I was sorry, but I wasn't sure who I wanted to say it to. My mind felt like it had been sandblasted. Aubrey pulled out his cell phone.

"Hey, hey, hey," Midian said, standing up. "I wasn't keen on it when the kid invited you in. Who the f.u.c.k are you calling?"

"Friends," Aubrey said. "We've all worked with Eric one time or another. They know the score."

Midian frowned but didn't stop him. I felt a rush of profound relief that Aubrey knew what to do next. I didn't have a clue.

When I'd come out of the bathroom half an hour earlier and told Midian that Aubrey was on his way, the cursed man had almost lost his temper. He'd asked me everything I knew about Aubrey-who was he, who did he work for, how did he know Eric, why did I trust him-and it became clear that I didn't actually know anything. Only that when I'd asked for help, he'd said yes.

After he'd arrived, there had been a brief dancing back and forth between them. Midian had given a Reader's Digest condensation of the story he'd told me, and Aubrey had accepted it. Aubrey had explained that he and Eric had worked together before, and that he knew a little bit about Coin and the Invisible College, but that Eric had warned him off. Both men had seemed satisfied, at least provisionally. I watched it all like it was a television show.

Aubrey's clean-up crew arrived twenty minutes later. There were two of them, both Aubrey's age, both men, both unfazed by the corpses on the floor. The first looked vaguely j.a.panese, his head shaved to stubble, in a sand-colored s.h.i.+rt and pale, worn jeans. He said his name was Chogyi, but to call him Jake. The second, with white-blond shoulder-length hair and black clothes, only nodded to me. Chogyi Jake said his name was Ex.

"Ex?" I said. "Like in exfootball player?"

"Ex-priest," Chogyi Jake said.

"Ex for xylophone," Ex said, stooping by the bodies. He had lifted the plastic trash bags. "The birth certificate says Xavier. What killed them?"

"I did," Midian said. "The kid there kept them busy while I got the gun."

"They were armed too," Ex said. "You let a twenty-year-old girl fight four riders sent to kill her while you rummaged around for a pistol?"

"Twenty-two," I said.

"She was doing a pretty good job," Midian said.

"Adrenaline," I said. "It was the adrenaline."

"Must have been pretty good adrenaline to give you that much precision and control," Ex said dryly.

"The kid's got some kind of mojo on her," Midian said. "She didn't trip the alarms when she came in either. I've been trying to figure that out."

"Wait a minute," I said. "What?"

Midian shrugged. "You shouldn't have been able to hold those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds off," he said. There was a little apology in his voice. "They're pros. They should have cleaned your clock. But they didn't."

"No," I said. "It wasn't like that. I was just scared. It was fight or flight. I don't even know how..."

I waved my hands at the room, the corpses, the four men who I barely knew.

"It doesn't work like that," Ex said. "You think Eric put some kind of protection on her?"

Midian looked at the newcomer with distrust, then shrugged.

"He left her the whole joint," Midian said. "Be all kinds of stupid not to watch out for her too."

"I don't have powers," I said, louder than I'd meant to. My hands were on my knees, the knuckles bloodless and white.

"Can we get back to the issue at hand?" Aubrey said. "We've got a rider cult in town. They took out Eric, and now it looks like they're after Jayne. We have four sh.e.l.ls that we need to get rid of, and Jayne and Midian here to get to shelter. Whatever else is going on, that's where we're starting, okay?"

"Right," Chogyi Jake said. "I've got the van downstairs. I'll go get the dolly and the drop cloths, and we can get them out of here."

Ex stood up. There was blood on his fingers. There was blood everywhere.

"The door isn't as bad as it looks," he said. "A couple long wood screws will hold it together well enough that no one will notice unless they're looking for it. I can take care of that while Chogyi Jake loads them up."

"Good thing you boys are on the side of the angels," Midian said. "A serial killer would pay a lot for those kinds of services."

"You can come with us," Ex said. "Help dig."

"What about getting me to shelter?" Midian asked.

"We can keep you covered," Ex said.

Midian shrugged. Aubrey nodded his approval.

"I'll get Jayne back to Eric's place. When you're done, you can bring Midian too."

"You think that's safe?" Chogyi Jake asked.

"Eric has more wards and protections on that house than anyplace else," Aubrey said. "It's not perfect, but it's the best I can think of. And we're a little short on time."

They all took his point. I let him lead me out of the apartment and down to the street. Night had fallen while I'd been inside. It was a shock to see the cars and the low iron fence, to smell the exhaust, the distant suggestion of rain. I'd only been in the apartment for a few hours. It had been a lifetime.

He drove the same car he'd had at the airport the day before. I strapped on the seat belt and leaned against the window as he pulled into traffic. The moon looked more or less the way it had before I'd been attacked, before I'd been part of killing someone. The city lights obscured the stars. Aubrey didn't speak, and neither did I, but I was sensitive to all the small movements and sounds he made. s.h.i.+fting his weight as he accelerated or touched the brakes, clearing his throat. My body felt heavy, like I'd had the flu and was still recovering. A police siren wailed but Aubrey didn't seem worried by it, so I let myself ignore it too.

Back at Eric's house-my house-Aubrey took my keys and opened the door so that I could shamble into the living room and sit on the couch. He sat beside me, his hand on the cus.h.i.+on above and behind me; close, but careful not to touch. I leaned toward him, my fingers reaching out like roots on a seedling. His physical presence was more comforting than I could have imagined.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I'm pretty f.u.c.ked up. I've never...I've never been part of anything like that."

"It's hard," he agreed.

"I don't have powers. Whatever they said, I'm just a normal girl who-"

"Don't worry about it," Aubrey said. "We'll make sense of the loose ends later."

I didn't know why I hated Midian's suggestion that I was anything more than I seemed. Maybe because I was frightened that it might be true, and one more world-s.h.i.+fting change was set to pop my brain. One question kept pus.h.i.+ng through the confusion, and even though I more than half didn't want to hear the answer, it came out. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to pull myself together "They really are the ones who killed Eric, aren't they?"

Aubrey sighed. His arm behind me s.h.i.+fted. I wanted it to come down around my shoulders, but it didn't.

"I think so. The Invisible College...Eric's talked about them before. I didn't know that he was going up against them now. They're not good."

"What are they, then. I mean, not good. No cookies. Check."

Aubrey leaned in. I could smell the detergent on his s.h.i.+rt, the salt and musk under it like a perfume made from freshly washed boy. Something was making my throat a little dry, and I didn't know if it was his body close to mine or another aftereffect of the shock. Or if there was a difference.

"There was a story Eric told me one time. He said Coin had been part of a scheme that took orphans from Eastern Europe and...hollowed them out. Put other things in them. Riders. And then the kids were adopted out. People would think they were adopting children, and instead, they'd get...monsters. Families would be broken apart. The riders would have a safe place to grow until they were ready to move on or sp.a.w.n daughter organisms."

"And Coin did it all for s.h.i.+ts and giggles?"

"Coin did it in trade," Aubrey said. "For the favors those riders could do him later. Eric stopped it. The Invisible College has hated him ever since. So yes, I think he'd be wise to try and break Coin. And I know they'd want Eric dead."

"Okay," I said.

He looked over at me. I couldn't quite read his expression. I tilted my head, asking the question without asking.

"You're like him," he said. "You're...impressive in the same way."

I felt a flush in my skin, and I caught my breath like he'd asked me to freaking prom. I was acting like a sixteen-year-old on her first date. It embarra.s.sed me. I tried to stop.

"What way's that?" I asked.

"Well, you didn't even know about Eric's work until today, right? Now you've found out about him, and about riders and magic. You've been attacked. You've seen people die. Any one of those would have been enough to spin you. All of them together...I'm surprised you aren't in a puddle on the floor."

"I feel like I am," I said with a great big adult, nons.e.xually charged sigh. "I feel like I'm floating off somewhere about three feet to the left of me."

"Well, it doesn't show. And food and sleep can't hurt, right?"

He s.h.i.+fted, preparing to rise, and I reached out. I put my hand on his arm. From his eyes, I thought he felt the plea in the motion.

"It's going to be all right," he said. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but it will. You've been six different women in the last twenty-four hours. You're just a little dizzy. But it'll be all right."

I was aware of how badly I wanted to kiss him. I could feel his arms around me, my face against his shoulder as if it had already happened.

"Jane," he said.

I corrected him. He looked embarra.s.sed and tried out my name a couple of times, finally getting it right. Before he could get back to his thought, I leaned over toward him. I could feel the warmth of his body, hear the shus.h.i.+ng of his s.h.i.+rt against his skin as he moved. I'd heard stories about people hooking up after something terrible. Emergency room doctors falling into bed together, soldiers after a firefight, strangers who'd survived some life-threatening disaster. I'd never understood it, but now it made sense.

I wanted. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted his body to rea.s.sure mine. I wanted something that would take away everything I'd seen and touched and done, something bright and good and true. Something that would hold off death. I wanted him to say my name again, and not in the tone he'd just used.

The voice, when it came, wasn't his. It came from the back of the house, and it was Uncle Eric's.

"Hey," it said, "you've got a call."

I yelped and jumped back, my heart thumping like a pair of sneakers in a dryer. Aubrey looked at me, and then back at the dark hallway.

"Hey," the voice came again. It was tinny, like someone talking through a computer. "You've got a call."

Aubrey walked back into the darkness. I followed. Eric's voice led us to the bedroom. A huge, elaborate cell phone glowed on the bedside table, its screen the size of my palm. The voice was Eric's ringtone. I picked it up. The incoming call wasn't a number I recognized. Aubrey shook his head; he didn't know either.

"Let it drop to voice mail," he said. I did, and when the icon appeared saying that there was a message waiting, I thumbed through the menu system until I found it. The cell dialed. I put it on speaker.

"Um," the cell said. "Hi. I'm looking for Eric h.e.l.ler? My name's Candace Dorn? A friend of mine told me that you were in Denver right now and you could help people with...um...weird problems? I know this sounds really odd, but I think there's something wrong with my dog. He wanted me to call you."

The voice sighed, as if giving up something. When she spoke again, she sounded resigned.

"My dog wanted me to call you. If you don't think I'm a complete nutcase, could you please call me back?"

She left her number, said thanks, and hung up. I looked over at Aubrey.

"Her dog?" I said.

"It's possible," Aubrey said. "Sometimes dogs can pick up on things. If there's a rider trying to cross over from Next Door, or if someone is being ridden. I've heard weirder things. And that's what Eric does. Well, did."

"Helped people with their dogs?"

Aubrey chuckled, then smiled, then sobered.

"Eric did what needed doing," he said. "It kept him busy. There are probably going to be a lot of people looking for him. For a while, at least."

"I should call her back," I said, "and tell her that we can't help."

Before I could press the b.u.t.ton, he reached out, putting his hand over mine.

"Let's hold off," he said. "Just in case she's really with the Invisible College."