Coldheart Canyon (70 page)

“It wasn’t your doing?” Katya said incredulously. “You could have killed her. That would have stopped her interfering.”

“Killed her?” Jerry said, plainly horrified at the idea; as though he’d not realized until now that the stakes were so high, or that the prospect of murder—casual, inevitable—was so close. Perhaps, most of all, not realizing that the woman he’d obviously fallen in love with should now show herself to be as cold as the Queen of Hell.

“You little fake!” Katya said, putting her hand on Jerry’s head and ripping at the hair sewn into his scalp. She pulled, and a flap of skin came away in her hand. Blood ran down over Jerry’s face.

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“
Jesus
, Katya,” Todd said. “There’s no need—”

“
No need to what?
” she broke in, her face perfect in its fury, those wonderful bones, that exquisite symmetry, finding in rage its best purpose.

“No need to
punish
him? He knows what he did.”

She tossed away the flap of hair and skin and slapped Jerry across his face. Tammy had witnessed this kind of cruelty from her before; the last time Zeffer had been its target. And, just like Zeffer, Jerry seemed almost mesmerized by her show of fury, powerless to defend himself against her.

But Tammy wasn’t about to watch him kicked half to death the way Zeffer had been kicked, even if in some twisted way Brahms was ready to accept that fate.

“You know how pathetic you are?” she said to Katya. “Slapping around old men?
Pathetic
. He didn’t do anything down there.
I
did it. I did it all.

Tell her, Todd.”

“It wasn’t Jerry’s fault. It wasn’t Tammy’s, either.”

“Yours, then?” Katya said, shifting her burning gaze to Todd.

As she spoke she put her hand on Jerry’s face and pushed him. He reached out to stop himself tumbling back down the stairs, but there was nothing to catch hold of. Down he went, head over heels.

Tammy peered over the stairwell. Jerry was sprawled at the bottom, still breathing, but apparently unconscious. She was almost grateful.

Better that Katya dismiss him, and come after her instead. She could still run; she could still defend herself. And she certainly wasn’t about to be hypnotized by the bitch’s gaze.

She didn’t wait for Katya to start up the flight in pursuit of her. She left the banister and headed into the kitchen.

“She’s crazy.”

It was Todd. He’d followed her in, shaking his head. “You gotta go!” he said to Tammy.

“Catch her!” Katya yelled. She was obviously taking her sweet time coming up the stairs, confident, even now, that she had this under control.

“Todd? You hear me? Catch her!”

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“What are you: her
dog
?” Tammy said. “Is that what she’s reduced you to?”

“Just go,” Todd said. “She’s all I’ve got left.”

“She’ll kill you too if it suits her,” Tammy said. “You know it.”

“Don’t say that,” Todd begged. “I’ve got to stay with her. If I don’t, what have I got? You were at the party! You heard what they said. It’s all over for me. I don’t have anything left, except her. She loves me, Tammy.”

“No she doesn’t.”

“She does.”

“
No!
She’s just using you. That isn’t love.”

“Who the hell are you to say—”

“—as good as anybody else. Better, where you’re concerned. The
years
I wasted thinking about you.”

“Wasted?”

“Yes, wasted. I wanted you to love me. But you never did. Now you want
her
to love
you
. And she won’t. Not ever. She’s incapable of love.”

It hurt him to hear that. It hurt because he believed her, much as he didn’t want to. It was the truth. She knew it, and so—to judge by those despairing eyes of his—did he. His gaze went to the window. He studied the glass for a time.

“Do you think they’re still out there?” Todd said.

“What? The dead? Yes . . .”

Even as she was speaking she was thinking about Zeffer’s last request.

The madness of the Devil’s Country had put it out of her head.

“Suppose I said I knew a way to get them into the house?” Tammy said.

“Is that possible?”

“It’s possible,” Tammy said cautiously.

He went back to the door he’d just stepped through. “How?” he asked, lowering his voice.

Tammy was still uncertain of his allegiances. She didn’t want to tell him everything in case he was still going to side with Katya. But on the other hand, she needed his help.

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“It’s just something somebody told me,” she said. She wanted to believe she had him on her side, but she was far from certain.

Katya was calling from the stairs again. “Todd? Have you got her?”

“Close the door,” Tammy said. “Keep her out.” She started to look around the kitchen. Which of the drawers was most likely to contain a knife? A good strong steak knife. No, better, a fat-bladed chopping knife.

Something that wouldn’t snap under pressure.

“Todd?” Katya sounded as though she was in the hallway.

“Close the door,” Tammy repeated. “Please.”

Todd glanced back in Katya’s direction. Then, God bless him, he closed the door.

“What are you doing?” Tammy heard her say.

“It’s all right!” Todd called back to her.

Tammy started going through the drawers, as quickly as possible.

There seemed to be dozens of them. Did she want aluminum foil and plastic bags? No. Spoons and ladles? No. Cutlery? There were a few knives in here, but they were too flimsy for her purposes. She needed a blade she could use to dig at the wood. If she didn’t get the icons out of the threshold, the ghosts would stay out there.

“Todd! Let me in!”

“You have to go,” Todd said to Tammy.

“Not until I’ve got a—”

Yes! A knife! The ninth drawer she opened was a treasure trove of knives; large, small, middle-sized. Knowing she could only have a few seconds left before Katya came in, Tammy simply gathered up a handful of knives—five or six—and headed back to the passageway.

As she reached the door, she heard Katya’s voice from across the room.

“You think you’re going to save yourself with those?”

Tammy looked back over her shoulder. Katya had pushed the door open, and shoved Todd aside, raising her hands as she approached, ready to take Tammy by the throat.

Todd raced ahead of her to stand between the two women.

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“Hey now,” he said. “Let’s just calm down. Nobody’s going to hurt anybody.”

Katya seemed to listen to him. Her agitation quieted. “All right,” she said, looking at Todd with wide, dark eyes. “What do you suggest?”

Tammy didn’t trust this little performance at all; but it gave her time to back off toward the door. As she reached it, one of her hastily-collected knives slipped from her hand. She bent down to pick it up, and in attempting to do so, lost her grip on all the others. She cursed as they went spinning across the polished tiles in all directions.

“Pick them up, Todd,” Katya said.

“Later,” Todd replied, his tone still mellow.

In response she slapped him, hard, across his already-wounded face, striking blood from it. “I want them picked up.”

He stared at her for a minute. Then, very calmly, he caught hold of her hand and said: “Don’t do that.”

“You want to hit me back?” Katya said. “Go on. If that’s what you want to do, then do it! No, you won’t, will you? You’re too damn weak. All you men.
Too damn weak
.”

As if to prove the point she pulled her hand out of Todd’s grip and pushed past him, heading straight for Tammy.

Faced with the choice of waiting a few seconds to see if Todd would come to her rescue, or making an escape while she could, Tammy snatched up the first knife to hand, which was neither the largest nor the toughest of the blades, and made a run for the door.

Katya came after her; Tammy stumbled as she got up, and Katya would probably have caught her if Todd hadn’t finally found the courage to put his arms around Katya from behind, and hold her back.

“All right!” he yelled to Tammy. “
Go!
”

Tammy didn’t need a second invitation. She ran out into the passage and slammed the door after her. It had a lock but regrettably no key.

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to see the shapes of the ghosts, assembled like a pack of hungry dogs eager to be let into the house. She could hear the odd, listless murmuring they made, the words like objects that had been used so many times they had lost all their shape.

Did they know, somehow, that she was on her way to let them in? Was that why their murmuring became a little more urgent as she opened the door, and the silvery stare in their eyes a little brighter?

“Wait,” she said to them. “I’m going to do this. But you have to wait.”

There was noise from the kitchen behind her. Plainly Katya was attempting to persuade Todd to go and fetch her—probably kill her.

Tammy couldn’t make sense of the words, and that was probably for the best. She couldn’t afford to be panicked any more than she already was, or she’d screw this up.

Tammy glanced back over her shoulder, to check that Katya wasn’t already in the passageway, then she went down on her hands and knees and examined the threshold. The wood was worn with time, and rot had got into it, softening it. She ran her fingers over the full length of it, clearing away the dirt. The area smelled vaguely of vomit, but she supposed that was the rot she was smelling. At three- or four-inch intervals along the length of the threshold there were metal markers, like nails with large, elaborately configured heads, hammered into the timber. She dug around one of them with the nail of her forefinger. It seemed very solidly embedded in the wood. But she had no doubt she was on the right track, meddling with these things, because as soon as she started to do so the ghosts’ murmuring became almost reverent in tone; worshipful.

She looked up at them. The light they emitted had grown brighter; either that or they’d narrowed their eyes. Yes, that was it; they narrowed their eyes to study what she was doing.

“This is it, isn’t it?”

They answered the only way they could: they fell completely silent.

This was not a procedure they wanted to put at risk by making so much as a single sound.

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than the other four, which was a circle with two irregularly-shaped “arms”

coming from it, at noon and seven o’clock on its dial.

She dug her knife into the center of the symbol. “Okay,” she said softly to it, “out you come.”

The wood was so wormy it crumbled beneath her knife-point. She dug deeper, exposing parts of the icon that were still clean. It gave off a subtle iridescence, like mother-of-pearl. Her confidence growing, she kept digging until she had cleared the wood away around the whole thing. Then she put her knife-tip under the rim and tried to lever it out. Much to her disappointment, it wouldn’t budge; not even a little bit.

“Damn,” she said softly.

She worked at it a little more, then remembered the old school adage, trotted out before every test. “If you can’t answer the first question, don’t waste time on it. Move on to the next one.”

That’s what she did. She moved left, and started to stab at the wood around the icon at the far end of the row. If anything, the threshold was even more rotted here than it was at the center; the wood came away in fat splinters.

There was more noise from the kitchen shouting now, but she ignored it. Just kept digging. Bigger splinters flew. She felt a rush of certainty. She was going to
do
this. She pressed the knife under the edge of the icon.

There was a moment of resistance, then the pressure of the blade on a nerve in her hand sent a spasm of pain up her arm. She yelped. And in the same moment the icon jumped free of the wood, landing on the tile outside.

The din from the kitchen suddenly became very specific. She heard Todd say:

“
Don’t do that
.”

It was a voice she’d never heard from him before, not even in a movie.

There was fear in his voice. Something Katya was doing, or was
about
to do, had made him afraid. Not a very comforting thought.

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was plenty of light between the trees, she was cold. There was a length of clammy flesh down her spine, and another across her shoulderblades, as though somebody had painted a cold cross on her skin. Her teeth chattered lightly.

But again, she was in luck. The wood around the icon came away in three or four large pieces. She pressed the knife as deep under the device as it would go and levered. The thing shifted instantly; and as it did so the same spasm she’d felt before ran up her arm. It wasn’t a nerve she was striking, she realized. It was a jolt of energy given off by the metalwork as it was levered out. It hurt so much she dropped the knife for a moment, to massage her hand. Her fingers were getting numb.

She looked up at her silent witnesses. “Yes, I know,” she said. “Hurry up. I know.”

She picked up the knife again, and moved left. Long strips of splinters had already come out of the wood at that end, so some of the work was done. And now she had a technique. She ferreted around with the knife-point close to the metal, looking for a weakness; then she dug out a few large pieces of wood, and went in for the kill. The third one was the easiest so far, except for the pain, which was excruciating. It ran all the way up to her shoulder joint, and into her neck. Her hand was beginning to feel stupid with numbness. Still, there were only two icons left to move. Surely they weren’t beyond her capabilities.