A Soul To Steal (51 page)

How old he looked, Kate thought. He looked like a different man. He was pale with dark circles under his eyes. How many editors see three of their reporters disappear or die in three weeks? What does that do to you?

“I have to go back there at some point,” Quinn said. “And I wanted to pick up a book Janus left in the darkroom. He brought it in three weeks ago for me to borrow and I kept forgetting to pick it up. I just…”

Quinn broke off. He took a slow breath and waited.

“It’s okay,” Rebecca said gently. She made a move as if to hug him and stopped. Quinn barely noticed. “Take your time. If you end up not feeling like it, that’s okay. We understand.”

Quinn nodded, and Laurence and Rebecca turned and walked down the street.

He and Kate watched them go.

“Laurence is right,” Kate said quietly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Quinn nodded again, and the two walked down the street. St. Gabriel’s was just over a block from the office.

The memorial service had been hard. Quinn had said a few words—said goodbye to his best friend—without breaking down. It had been a quiet affair, just the paper’s (remaining) staff, Janus’ family and a few others.

The truth was Quinn didn’t feel sad through most of the service—he just felt angry. He felt like it was the only emotion holding him together.

“There is this thing inside of us,” Quinn said finally as they walked. “I don’t know if it is good or bad, and I no longer care. I just want to unleash it—to send it toward the bastard that killed Janus, Kyle and maybe Buzz. I want to make their murderer pay.”

“I know,” Kate replied. “You know I’m right there with you.”

Quinn laughed with no humor. He watched leaves blow down the deserted street. It was twilight and the sunset reflected orange off the clouds above. It should be a beautiful day, Quinn thought.

But the day was hollow.

“How do we do it?” Quinn asked. “We’re crazy, do you know that? We shouldn’t even be believing this…”

(
I can feel and hear your thoughts, sweetheart.
) Kate said. (
The time for questioning is over
.)

(
I know. I just wish all my questions had been answered
.)

The least of them was how his leg had completely healed. By Friday night, there was barely a trace that anything was wrong. Quinn was healthy again.

Exactly how that had happened was unclear. From everything they read, somehow Quinn and the Headless Horseman were now tied together.

“It must draw its strength from you,” Kate said out loud. Though they could talk in their heads, sometimes it felt comforting to say things out loud. “It’s based on your fears. So I hurt it, but that hurt you too.”

“So what kind of chance does that give me?” Quinn asked.  “How can I beat him if I can’t hurt him? How can I hurt him if that would only hurt me?”

“I hurt him, not you,” Kate said. “Maybe this has to be about you and him. Maybe I’m just tagging along for the ride. I’m the trigger.”

“No way are you just along for the ride,” Quinn said.

She put her hand in his and squeezed it. Quinn felt lost. His best friend was dead and he was a marked man. His girlfriend was also a target. The odds of coming out of this alive were getting slimmer every day.

“I’m so tired of being afraid,” he said.

“Believe me when I tell you, I’ve been there,” she replied. “But I think we have only one choice. We figure out a way that you beat the Horseman and claim whatever power we supposedly get out of it. This is a fight for your soul. For my soul. If we win, we get power. If we lose, it’s over anyway.”

“What if we win and lose our soul anyway? What if we shouldn’t want this power? I can’t remember, but in one dream, I got a taste of what it felt like and…”

“What?”

“It didn’t feel right, somehow. Whatever I was tapping into. There was no fear, no doubt.”

“Sounds great so far.”

“But I felt less human, somehow,” he said. “Like something had been taken from me. Something basic. What if this power is evil, Kate?”

“Do we have a choice?” she asked. “We’ve been chasing Lord Halloween all over. We aren’t any closer to finding him. What if this is the only way?”

They stopped walking in front of the
Chronicle
building. Quinn took a deep breath before opening the door. Kate and Quinn walked through.

The air felt heavy. None of the paper’s lights were on and the setting sun cast unusual shadows.

Kate and Quinn both waited.

“He’s not here,” she said finally.

(
How can you be sure?)

(
Because I just know.)

The two walked through the paper for the first time in days. The place felt like a tomb to Quinn, and even with Kate’s assurances, he still felt as if someone would jump out at them at any moment.

He glanced around him nervously.

(
God, I’m such a fool.
) Quinn said.

(
Why?
)

(
Look at me. I’m shaking and scared of my own shadow. I’m like…
)

Quinn stopped in the editorial area. He finished his thought.

(
I’m Ichabod Crane
.)

(
Don’t be ridiculous
.)

He let the images wash over her—showing a frightened Ichabod jumping at shadows on his way home at night. Later, the terrified schoolteacher clutched his horse for dear life as the Headless Horseman chased him.

(
It’s not ridiculous
.) Quinn replied. (
Don’t you see? Since this started, I’ve done nothing but run away—from the Horseman, from Lord Halloween
.)

(
We had no choice.
)

(
But still, this is all playing out like the book
.)

Quinn and Kate stood in the middle of the newsroom staring at each other. To any observer, the sight would have been bizarre. Neither was saying a word.

(
How so
?) Kate thought.

(
Well, I’m Ichabod, you’re Katrina van Tassel, and Lord Halloween is Bromm Bones
.)

(
Give me a break. Bromm Bones wanted Katrina for himself. Romantically
.)

(
Lord Halloween still wants you for himself. He just wants to kill you instead of marry you. But the point is that Ichabod never faced up to Bromm or the Headless Horseman. All he did was flee
.)

(
Quinn, you are just upset
.)

(
I know
.)

He sat down in Kyle’s chair. Quinn felt like he was betraying his old colleague even by doing that. Hadn’t he always wanted Kyle’s beat? Hadn’t he tried to…

(
Stop it
.) Kate said.

Quinn put his head in his hands.

(
We have no plan. We have no idea who Lord Halloween is and we don’t know how to beat the Horseman to tap whatever powers we might gain. We have nothing
.)

(
That’s not true
.)

(
It isn’t? Lord Halloween could be anyone. He’s probably Buzz. Whoever killed Janus was in that house and used Buzz’s car.
)

(
Who would be stupid enough to use their own car?
)

(
It could be Josh, or Laurence, or Redacker. It could be Ethan for all we know—or Brown or Bill. Hell, it could be Rob or Steve who work over in the eastern Loudoun office. Or it could be no one we know
.)

(
We’ve been through this.)
Kate thought
. (This seems personal, that’s why we are assuming it is someone we know. Someone wanted to get Janus because they either knew him or wanted to hurt us. Probably both.
)

(
Was that true of Fanton? Or Kilgore? Did he know them
?)

(
Lord Halloween has had a thing about this paper from the beginning, Quinn. Of all the papers that mentioned him, he only sent letters to ours. He killed several employees. Why would he be so focused on the
Chronicle
? Because he either works here or has some reason to hate us. It’s the only thing that makes sense
.)

(
None of this makes sense
.)

But Quinn’s mind was turning now. He saw Buzz’s jacket in the security video. The crime scene at Kyle’s house, the conversation with Anderson.

(
My God
) he thought.

It wasn’t there yet, but he was on to something—pieces of a puzzle he should have put together.

(
What if Lord Halloween does have a motive?
) Quinn thought. (
What if it wasn’t random?
)

(
There was nothing linking all the victims
) Kate responded.

(
Not all of them, no. But you said it yourself. It was about this paper. What if it was always about the paper? From the beginning?
)

(
You mean it’s Ethan? He’s the publisher. He’s doing this for publicity?
)

(
No. No. The man in the dream said we were over-thinking it. Lord Halloween is just a man, he said. So who gained from the murders the first time around? Who got something he wanted?
)

(
Jesus
) Kate said.

And they knew. They both knew. It clicked into place. All of their looking and it had been right in front of them.

(
How do we find him?
) she asked. There was fury in how she asked it. (
He’s hiding
.)

Quinn’s mind was racing furiously.

(
Even the girl. He killed the girl downstairs in the basement. It wasn’t random. Anderson said everyone thought she was hitting on them. What if Lord Halloween thought it too? What if that was just petty revenge, not really about Anderson at all?
)

(
Never mind that now.
) Kate said. (
How do we find him?)

(
We go to the police
.)

Kate laughed out loud and it startled them both.

(
With what? A half-baked theory? They will laugh us out of town, for obvious reasons
.)

(
What do you suggest?)

(
We call him
.)

(
He’s going to pick up his phone
?)

(
We leave a message for him to meet us
.)

(
Where?
) Quinn asked, and Kate flooded his mind with photos. Pictures of a field, a road and a covered bridge—the Old Phillips Farm.

(
Are you crazy?
) he asked. (
I can’t do that. That’s where my dream takes place
.)

(
That’s where the Horseman will meet us
.)

(
And you want Lord Halloween there as well
?)

(
Yes
) she said.

(
This is an awful risk
) he thought. (
What if Lord Halloween doesn’t show? Or what happens if I can’t beat the Horseman? There’s too much that could go wrong
.)

(T
ime is almost up. Halloween is almost here. This is our one chance. Even if we’re right, and it is who we think it is, who’s to say he won’t get away
?)

Quinn thought of all the reservations he had. Even if they won, what would they be then? What kind of power would he have? And wasn’t that also a risk?

But Kate took his hand.

(
Whatever this is, it bound us closer together
.) she said. (
It can’t be all bad. I want this to happen. And so do you. You said it yourself. You’re tired of being afraid all the time. Do this and you will be the thing others fear
.)

Quinn slowly nodded his head.

(
I have to take the Horseman first
) he thought.

(
We, Quinn.
)

(
No, last time we tried that, I ended up shot. The Horseman is my fear. I have to be the one to face him
.)

(
Do you know how to defeat him?)

(
No. But I’m beginning to have an idea
.
Not running from him would be a start.
)

(
I’ll help you if I can
) Kate said. In the dark of the
Chronicle
building, she pulled his head towards her and kissed him. It felt good, and that overpowering sense of lust started creeping back in.

(
We have to stop
) Quinn said. (
If we win, we will have plenty of time for that
.)

(
You have to promise me something
) Kate thought. (
If you beat the Horseman, and Lord Halloween shows up, you wait for me.)

(
If I’m as powerful as you said I would be, do we need to risk it?)