Ghost Hunter (16 page)

He flattened both hands on the table on either side of the map. “I'm going to take a look today.”

“How will you get in?”

“Same way I did last night, as a club employee. Shouldn't be too difficult. There are several hundred people working there. Even during the day a business like that will have a lot of staff running around.”

“I don't know, Cooper, it sounds awfully dangerous.”

The phone on the wall bonged loudly. Cooper reached for it, relieved to have a convenient interruption to a discussion he did not wish to continue.

“No.”
Elly shot up out of her chair, something akin to panic widening her eyes. She waved her hands madly. “Don't answer that,” she mouthed.

But it was too late.

“Hello,” Cooper said automatically.

“Cooper? Is that you?” The familiar female voice rose on a questioning note. “This is Evelyn St. Clair.”

“It's me,” he said. He gave Elly an apologetic look. “Good morning, Mrs. St. Clair.”

Elly bounded around the edge of the table, hand outstretched. “Give me that phone.”

“It's a bit early in the day,” Evelyn observed bluntly. “What are you doing there at Elly's apartment at this hour?”

“Having breakfast,” Cooper said, holding the phone out of Elly's reach. “Elly took me out on the town last night. Showed me some of the sights of the big city after dark. Got to say, I was amazed.”

Evelyn laughed. “Cooper, you're teasing me. We both know you've spent plenty of time in places other than Aurora Springs in recent years. In fact, you didn't even move back here until you took the job in the Department of Archives.”

“I'm serious, Mrs. St. Clair. Cadence City has been a real eye-opener.”

Elly managed to get a grip on the phone. He let her have it and went to see how the toast was doing.

“Mom?” Elly scowled ferociously at Cooper. “Yes, I know. He slept on the sofa, Mom. Not that it's anyone's business.”

The toast had popped up. Cooper removed the slice, put it on a plate, and carried it back to the table. Rose hopped down off the windowsill to join him.

“He's just a houseguest as far as the neighbors are concerned, Mom,” Elly said. “Also, I might add, as far as I'm concerned.”

There was another pause in the conversation. Elly listened with an air of grim patience.

“Yes, Mom, I know how it would look back home in Aurora Springs, but, see, that's the beauty of living in Cadence. Here in the big city, no one worries about what you do or with whom you do it. Everybody minds their own business. It's an interesting concept. Well, got to run. Almost time to open up the shop. Give my love to Dad. Bye.”

She hung up the phone, crossed her arms, and glared at Cooper. “Henceforth, you do not, under any circumstances, answer my phone. Is that clear?”

Cooper gave Rose one half of a slice of toast and ate the other.

“Your house, your rules,” he said. “But just out of curiosity, are you sure no one around here is interested in your love life?”

“For Pete's sake, I don't have a love life.”

“You've got a sex life now, though. In my experience, a lot of folks, even your big-city, sophisticated, wine-snob types, are interested in other people's sex lives.”

“Isn't it time you got busy with your so-called investigation?”

“Well, if you're going to be that way about it—”

“I am.”

SHORTLY BEFORE THREE O'CLOCK THAT AFTERNOON, A
familiar figure materialized out of the heavy fog that still filled Ruin Lane. The door of St. Clair's Herbal Emporium opened, setting off the overhead chimes.

Elly cringed. She was developing a phobia to the stupid little doorbells, she thought. They had been ringing almost constantly all day. Ever since she had turned the Closed sign to Open she'd had an abnormal number of visitors. Very few had been interested in purchasing her tisanes.

Beatrice Kim, the owner of Dead City Rarities located two doors down, bustled into the room. Her face glowed with anticipation.

“Good afternoon, Elly,” Beatrice said cheerfully.

“Hello, Mrs. Kim. Come to pick up your week's supply of rez-root tisane?”

“Yes, indeed, dear.” Beatrice beamed at her. “Can't go through the week without my rez-root. And how's little Rose?”

Rose left off sorting through her box of bracelets and scampered along the top of the counter to greet Beatrice, mumbling happily.

“My, don't you look lovely today.” Beatrice admired the beads of the bracelet-necklace that peeked through Rose's tatty fur. “The blue matches your eyes. Definitely your color, sweetie.”

Rose batted her lashes with blatantly false modesty and looked hopeful.

“Gracious, did you think I'd forgotten?” Beatrice removed a clear plastic bag bulging with cookies from the pocket of her coat. She opened it and took out one cookie. “There you go. Peanut butter and chocolate chip. Baked them fresh just last night.”

Rose accepted the snack with a polite air and fell to nibbling daintily but with great efficiency.

“Here's your rez-root, Mrs. Kim.” Elly put a small white sack on the counter and stepped briskly to the cash register. “That'll be fifteen dollars, please.”

“Thank you, dear.” Beatrice put the plastic bag full of cookies on the counter and gave Elly a conspiratorial wink. “I made some extra for you and your houseguest.”

“Thank you,” Elly said, determined to be polite. “That was very thoughtful of you.”

Beatrice raised her eyes to the floor above with a politely inquiring expression. “The two of you got home quite late last night. Expect you were out having a wonderful time on the town, hmmm?”

“How do you know that we got home late?”

Beatrice waved one hand in a casual manner. “Saw your lights come on for a few minutes around three in the morning.” She chuckled. “Not your usual bedtime, is it, dear?”

Elly leaned both elbows on the counter. “Were you spying on me, Mrs. Kim?”

“Heavens no.” Beatrice's eyes widened. “I wasn't sleeping very well. Got up to fix myself some of your excellent moonseed tonic and couldn't help but notice the lights over at your place.”

Elly's jaw tightened. “You and everyone else on the block, apparently.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Elly sighed. “Sorry, Mrs. Kim. The thing is, I've had a nonstop stream of people in here today, all from around the neighborhood. Everyone seems to be extremely curious about my houseguest.”

“Well, you can't blame us, dear.”

Elly raised her brows. “I can't?”

“With the exception of Griggs, the florist, this is a very friendly neighborhood,” Beatrice reminded her. “We take an interest in each other. By the way, I saw Phillip and Garrick a short time ago, and they told me that they let you borrow their pass to The Road to the Ruins. I'll bet you and your friend danced the night away.”

“We did dance, yes.”

“How romantic. Phillip mentioned that he thought he saw your friend's car pull out of the alley earlier this morning. Did he go home?”

“No. He went out to take in some of the local sights.”

“Which ones?”

“I believe he said something about going to the zoo.”

“Oh, I see. Then he'll be returning soon?”

Elly drummed her fingers on the counter. “Yes, Mrs. Kim.”

“I'll come back later, in that case.”

“Why?” Elly asked bluntly. “Your rez-root is ready now.”

Beatrice peered into her pocketbook with an air of vague dismay. “I seem to have forgotten my wallet.”

“Don't worry, I'll put it on your account, Mrs. Kim.”

“No, no, dear, that's quite all right. I prefer to pay cash.”

“I wouldn't want you to make an extra trip.”

“I'm just down the street.” Beatrice smiled benignly and went to the door. “The exercise will do me good.”

She let herself out onto the narrow sidewalk and vanished into the fog.

Elly looked at Rose, who had finished her cookie and was showing a marked interest in the bulging plastic bag that Beatrice had left behind.

“So much for my theory that here in the big city people aren't interested in their neighbors' private affairs,” Elly said. “Looks like Mr. Guild Boss was right about folks being entertained by the goings-on in other peoples' sex lives.”

Rose made a sympathetic sound and began to fiddle with the little plastic slider that sealed the bag.

Elly tried to shake off the restless anxiety that had been growing steadily within her. She glanced at the clock. “He's been gone for hours. What do you suppose is keeping him?”

There was a soft whisper of plastic on plastic. Rose had gotten the bag open. Gleefully, she reached inside to pluck out a cookie.

Elly thought about the new quartz-green flower in the vase on the kitchen windowsill.

“Speaking of wild nights and fast living, just where did you go last night, missy?” she whispered.

Rose chomped down on a cookie.

The doorbells chimed again. Elly watched another familiar local, Herschel Lafayette, take one last, nervous look over his shoulder before he ducked inside the shop.

“Afternoon, Elly.”

She groaned. “Not you, too, Herschel.”

“Huh? Huh?” Herschel scuttled toward the counter. “Not me, too, what? What?”

“Are you here to ask about my private life? Because if so, you can turn around and go straight back outside.”

Herschel stopped in front of her, pinched features screwed into an impatient scowl. “Why in green friggin' hell would I give a fried ghost ass what you did in private?”

A heretofore undiscovered sense of fondness and affection for the little ruin rat rose within Elly. She gave him a warm smile.

“I always knew there was something unique and special about you, Herschel.”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm special, all right.” He checked the misty view through the windows again. “Came by to see if you've heard from Bertha Newell lately.”

Elly stiffened before she could help herself. Fortunately, Herschel didn't seem to notice. He was still watching the sidewalk.

“No, I haven't, now that you mention it,” she said, injecting what she hoped was a suitably unconcerned note into her voice. “Why? Is there a problem?”

“Dunno.” He turned back, jiggling a little. “Been by her shop a couple of times since yesterday. She's not there. Wanted to show her something I found in my sector. Get her opinion, y'know? When it comes to identifying the valuable stuff, she's as good as any of those fancy para-archaeologists up there at the university.”

“She's probably working underground.”

“Don't think so.” He pulled the grease-stained collar of his jacket up around his neck, compulsively attempting to shield his features from passersby on the street. “She never stays underground overnight. Sleeping down in the catacombs spooks her.”

“Maybe she went to see her daughter and grandchildren,” Elly offered helpfully.

“Nope. She told me she was there a couple of weeks ago
for one of the kid's birthdays. No reason she'd go back so soon.”

“Well, I wouldn't worry if I were you,” Elly said, trying for a soothing approach. The last thing they needed was to have Herschel start asking questions about Bertha's extended absence. “I'm sure she'll turn up. Meanwhile, why don't I fix you a nice cup of Harmonic balm tea?”

Herschel's eyes darted to the table that held the hot water pot and plastic cups. “Yeah, sure, that'd be great. Thanks.”

Elly crossed to the tea table and selected a canister from the shelf while she tried to think of a way to distract Herschel from Bertha's closed shop.

“You say you've come across a particularly valuable relic?” she asked casually.

“Maybe. Don't know yet.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and bounced on his toes a couple of times, peering out at the street. “That's why I want Bertha to look at it before I sell it. If it's as special as I think it is, I may go straight to the folks at the Cadence Museum with it, instead of my usual cheap-ass dealers.”

“Good plan.” She put the herbs into a cup, poured hot water over them, and stirred gently.

“Can't figure out why she'd up and disappear like this.” Herschel began to pace. “Thought maybe the guy who runs the flower shop next door to her place, Griggs, or whatever his name is, might have seen her or at least know where she went. But he was closed, too.”

She carried the cup of tea to the counter and set it down together with a small paper napkin. “Here you go, Herschel. Be careful, it's hot.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He picked up the cup and inhaled the steamy aroma. Some of the nervous tension in him eased. “Thanks.”

“You're welcome.”

Herschel took a cautious sip and went toward the door. “I ran into Benny and Joe. They hadn't seen her either.”

“Who are Benny and Joe?”

“Freelance hunter-tangler team. Some of the ruin rats hire 'em to go underground as protection. Griggs uses them a lot because he doesn't have any para-rez talent of his own.”

“Stuart Griggs, the florist?” she asked, startled. “He goes into the catacombs to search for relics? I didn't know he was in that line.”

“He's not.” Herschel made a face. “Benny and Joe don't know why he likes to go down into the catacombs, but he hires them on a regular basis. They don't give a damn what he's looking for as long as he's willing to pay for their services.”

“I see.”

“Well, thanks for the tea. See ya.”

“Bye, Herschel.”

Elly leaned on the counter and watched Herschel hurry away into the gray mist.

“Guess the state of my sex life isn't of great interest to everyone in the neighborhood after all, Rose.”

Rose crouched over her hoard of jewelry like some tiny, fluffy dragon gloating over a pile of gold, and munched her second cookie.

“You know, it occurs to me that other people may start to notice that Bertha isn't around,” Elly said. “We don't want folks to get too curious about her absence. Maybe I should trot on down to her shop and put up a little sign saying she's out of town for a few days.”

The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea. She had a key, she reminded herself. She could slip down the alley, enter the shop through the back door, put the sign in the window, and depart very discreetly.

Given the rapidly thickening fog, it was unlikely that anyone would notice her coming and going via the alley. But even if someone did see her, no one would think it odd. Everyone knew that she and Bertha were friends. She could always say that she'd had a call from Bertha. Something about a family emergency.

She used a felt pen to hand-letter the sign on a sheet of paper. When she was satisfied with the results, she turned over the Back in Ten Minutes sign in her own shop window.

She yanked her coat down off the hook, put it on, and opened her tote for Rose.

“Let's ride, sister.”

Mumbling cheerfully, Rose dashed along the top of the counter and hopped down into the tote. She hooked her front paws over the top and poked her head up, blue eyes open wide, so as not to miss anything.