Part 32 (1/2)

”So how do we mitigate the curse?” I asked.

Lucky said, ”By chopping off the doppelgangster's head before it meets the victim.”

”That would be effective,” Max agreed. ”But only if we meet the doppelgangster before the victim does.”

”Surely it would also only be a temporary solution?” I said. ”I mean, if whoever's behind this can create a doppelgangster, then can't he create a replacement for it?”

”Possibly,” Max said. ”It depends on how the creatures are being created. Which we still don't know.” Nelli came to the table to examine our empty ice cream bowls. Max petted her absently while he said, ”And, unfortunately, the other potential means of blocking their power also relies largely on understanding how they're created.”

”What means is that?” Lucky asked.

”If I knew more about their creation or how their power functions,” Max said, ”then I might feasibly be able to develop a potion or spell to help protect the victim-even if only temporarily-from their influence.”

”Well, Charlie and Johnny would've gobbled up any drink we put in front of them,” Lucky said. ”But Danny was real careful about his diet. So whether or not that'll work will probably depend on the target.”

”It will also depend on learning more,” Max said. ”Without sufficient information, such intervention could easily endanger the next victim more than help him.”

”Yeah, my grandma-the strega strega-once accidentally gave someone a hernia when trying to get him to fall in love with her client.” Lucky shook his head. ”Potions and spells can be tricky.”

”Indeed,” Max said.

”Whether or not you can protect the next victim also depends on our knowing who it is,” I said. ”Which we don't. Maybe there's another doppelgangster wandering around out there right now, and we just haven't heard about it yet-or heard about the resultant death.”

”I got my ear to the ground,” Lucky said, tapping his cell phone. ”I'll know if any more Gambello duplicates turn up at least.”

”And our ultimate objective, of course,” Max said, ”is to unmask and stop our adversary. If the deadly effect of the curse can be eliminated or reduced, the sorcerer creating these ent.i.ties would have to regroup and adapt. And that might give us time to find and expose him.”

Looking at the problem from another angle, I said to Lucky, ”So with Danny dead, too, do you see any link among the victims yet? Something they all had in common?”

”The only thing I can think of is that plenty of guys would've lined up around the block to whack any one of them.” Lucky added, ”If you think about it, it's amazing that Johnny lived this this long.” long.”

”So we have no way of determining who the next victim might be,” Max concluded.

”Each of these deaths has brought the city one step closer to a Corvino-Gambello war,” I said. ”Who would want want that? Who would be crazy enough to engineer something that's so destructive and so potentially dangerous for innocent bystanders?” that? Who would be crazy enough to engineer something that's so destructive and so potentially dangerous for innocent bystanders?”

Lucky shook his head, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling as he thought about it.

Max said to me, ”While our friend ponders how and why the victims are being chosen, you and I should return to researching how they might be created or disempowered.”

With a weary nod of agreement, I opened another book and said, ”I'll leave the Middle High German tomes to you, Max.”

We continued reading while Lucky continued talking a lot on his cell phone, trying to ward off a mob war. By that night, I knew more about doubles, apparitions, and bilocates than I had ever dreamed of learning or had any desire to know. And, as fatigue eventually made the small print of old books blur before my eyes, I didn't feel my newfound knowledge had accomplished anything more than giving me a splitting headache.

At a certain point, Max suddenly said, ”Good heavens! How careless of me.”

I was too punchy by then to take any interest as he rose from his seat and walked quickly to the back of the shop. I heard the cellar door open, and I a.s.sumed he was going down to his laboratory.

My eyes drifted shut, my head drooped, and I dozed for a few minutes while Lucky sat nearby talking on his cell phone. After a while, something cold and wet poked my cheek. Startled, I opened my eyes. Nelli's immense face was close to mine. She panted and stared at me meaningfully.

”Huh?” I pushed her away, wondering why Max couldn't have conjured a familiar with better breath.

I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see that it was only ten o'clock. It felt later. Much later. Time drags when you're reading about fetches and Bardo-bodies.

Nelli trotted to the front of the shop. I heard her whining faintly by the door.

”I think she wants her walk,” I said wearily.

”I'll do it,” Lucky said as he pocketed his cell phone. ”You look beat. Maybe you should go home and get some shut-eye.”

”Maybe you should, too.”

”Nah, I'm waitin' for another call from the boss.” The old hit man shrugged. ”Might as well keep Max company while I wait.”

”What news have you got so far?”

”It sounds like Vinny, Bobby, and Nathan came through and told the Corvinos what really happened. But, of course, it's such a crazy story, they're juggling theories now and arguing over what to do. We don't know exactly what they're saying within their family, of course, but it's easy to guess. And I can't repeat to a lady what they're saying to us us tonight.” tonight.”

”What do you guess they're saying within their family?”

”Well, probably their least favorite theory is that we was tellin' the truth last night and Danny was cursed with death by a doppelgangster.”

”Go figure.” I rose to get Nelli's leash from the back of the shop, near the cellar door. Her whining was getting louder.

Lucky raised his voice so I could hear him. ”They're probably saying maybe I had Angelo Falcone whack Danny for laughing at me last night. Or, alternate theory, maybe Angelo's a loose cannon who's b.u.mping off made guys without permission, and we-the Gambellos I mean-are his victims just as much as they are.”

As I removed Nelli's brand new pink leather leash from the wall hook where I'd seen it hanging earlier, I heard clanging and banging in the cellar. I opened the door and called down the stairs, ”Max? Are you all right?”

”Ouch! What? Oh! Yes, Esther, everything's fine. I'm just . . .” I heard the clattering crash of metal objects. .h.i.tting the cellar floor.

”Max?”

”I'll be up in a moment!” he called back.

I shrugged and closed the cellar door.

”The Corvinos are probably also wondering,” Lucky said, as I returned to where he was sitting and handed him the leash, ”whether our family's using Angelo to do some fumigating and just making it look like he's a loose cannon, so we can whack one of their guys without retribution.” He rose to his feet.

Thinking over what he'd said, I asked, ”Do you suppose it's possible Angelo actually is is mixed up in these murders?” mixed up in these murders?”

Lucky shrugged. ”After the last few days, I think anything's anything's possible. But I gotta say, Angelo sure don't strike me as the genius sorcerer Max is describing. If Angelo ain't really just a dumb punk trying too hard to get connected, then he's been doin' the best imitation I ever seen.” possible. But I gotta say, Angelo sure don't strike me as the genius sorcerer Max is describing. If Angelo ain't really just a dumb punk trying too hard to get connected, then he's been doin' the best imitation I ever seen.”

I nodded. It was hard to disagree with that impression. ”But if the Corvinos think Angelo may be a loose cannon who's killing wiseguys from both families, then at least they won't start a war over Danny's death.”

”Sure they will.”

”What?” I blinked. ”Why?

” 'Cuz men in this line of work are cautious, kid. Short of seeing indisbootable evidence that the Gambello family had nothing to do with killing Danny-”

”Indisputable,” I said automatically.