Part 20 (1/2)

His walk had taken him out to a large rock at the front of the property where he had sat, convinced that he'd be alone-it was past even the ”wee” hours of the night, and Salem, even with all its happenings, wasn't Vegas or even New Orleans. It did close down.

But h.e.l.l, leave it to his luck, he'd been sitting on the rock, smoking another of the cigarettes he stashed into his robe pocket, when a young couple had sauntered by. She had screamed-he seemed to have that effect on women lately-and the guy had said h.e.l.lo, but they walked around him as if they'd come upon dog p.o.o.p. But then the girl had looked back. She'd recognized him, and despite the man, she'd turned back, startling Finn at first, causing him to rise. Then she'd gushed about his music, and kept touching him, on the shoulder, the arm... and he'd found himself saying that he couldn't sleep, so he was sitting on the rock. In a robe. In forty degree weather. Well, h.e.l.l, that would probably be all over town by now.

He showered and dressed, hoping that Megan would return while he was so occupied. She didn't.

He came through the house and found that, despite the fact that breakfast time had long pa.s.sed, John and Sally, the picture-perfect young American couple they had met at breakfast their first day, were enjoying coffee by the fire.

”Hey!” Sally called in greeting.”We caught your act the other night,” John said.

Finn paused. ”You did? Great. Thanks for coming.”

”Well, it was strange,” John admitted. ”We were just heading out to dinner, and we'd heard they had a decent meal out there, and usually, some kind of entertainment We'd just happened to pick up the national paper and there was an article in it about you and your wife, and it mentioned you were playing. It was great. We'd just met you-and there you were. In color in the paper, and in person on stage.”

”I hoped you enjoyed it,” Finn said. ”What paper?”

”I still have the article in my purse,” Sally said, setting down her cup and rummaging through her bag. ”Here!”

She produced a folded sheet. ”Some girl wrote it in New Orleans, it seems, but the article was picked up and syndicated along with some other suggestions for Halloween.”

He should have been jumping up and down at the national exposure. Instead, he found himself nearly surprised. They'd been interviewed for the article weeks ago-before leaving for their quickie Florida vacation. The woman had arrived when they'd been playing a local jazz club. Jade Deveau. She and her husband had been in the audience and he and Megan hadn't even known anything about the interview. They'd been pleased-and cautious, as well. Articles could become skewed.

Reviewers could do some major harm as well.

And her husband-not a writer, he had a.s.sured them-had still asked plenty of questions, especially when it had come to their playing for the week in Salem.

Neither of them had looked like reporters, but he'd checked the woman out the next day and, apparently, she was well known in New Orleans. She had her own little publis.h.i.+ng company, and put out respected travel articles along with a number of guides to the Crescent City. She was exceptionally attractive, and well dressed, and her husband had been a tall guy, dark, with some of the strangest eyes Finn had ever seen, red, gold, ever changing, but never seeming to be the color eyes were supposed to be.

Contacts, he'd thought.

Megan had been impressed with him.

They'd both been nice.

And he'd seen a good review on their act at the jazz club the next day, so he'd thanked his lucky stars, and forgotten the pair.

But now...

”Wicked!” he murmured.

”What?” Sally said, frowning.

He laughed. ”New England expression, so I've been told. I hadn't seen this.”

Hadn't imagined that it might have existed. There was a large, clear picture of Megan and him on stage. There was information about their performance, and more information about the wonderful time to be had in Salem.

Then...

At the bottom of the article was a strange little notation where the author was given credit: Jade McGregor Deveau is a frequent contributor. Her E-mail address was down, and there was an invitation for anyone to write to her-especially if they knew of the bizarre, unusual, or downright scary and dangerous. A number of her books were listed-they all seemed to deal with the paranormal, rather than simple travel.

”Great article! ”John complimented.

”And you were great,” Sally said. ”You know, we didn't get a chance to buy the CD, and I'm not sure if we're going to be able to get back-”

”I'll be happy to get you one.”

”We can pay you?”

He had the feeling she was expecting his response, but that was all right. He'd been taught in his business cla.s.ses that there was nothing like putting giveaways into the right hands to promote talent.

”It will be my sincere pleasure to give you a CD,” he told her. He started to hand the article back to her.

”You can keep it-just in case you can't get a copy of the paper.”

”Hey, thanks.”

He brought the couple a CD, hoping then that he didn't run into anyone else. It was growing late.

Susanna had a habit of always looking dour and ruining a good mood if you happened to be in one.

And Fallon...

Fallon always looked at him as if he were surely an ex-con in disguise.

But exiting quickly through the front of the house then, he saw no one else.

Megan hadn't taken the car, so he a.s.sumed she was walking around town somewhere. He'd do the same, he thought, until he found her. He was anxious to show her the article, but once he was down the street, he realized he'd left it in the room.

He didn't want to go back. He wanted to find his wife.

Everywhere, pumpkins, skeletons, and ghosts decorated yards and buildings. Boys playing kickball in the street apologized when they knocked their ball at his legs. He waved a hand and gave the ball a solid thrust back. They grinned and waved in return. He kept walking.

When he reached the common, he saw that Darren Menteith was out with Lizzie. Darren waved, and Finn walked over to the young man and the dog. Lizzie wagged her tail with delight, a friendly creature, despite her ma.s.sive size.

”Caught your act again last night,” Darren told him cheerfully. ”Man, I wish we had more like you around.”

”Thanks. I didn't see you.”

”I didn't want to bother you.”

”Don't worry about bothering us,” Finn said. ”Trust me, there have been those times when I've thought we were playing to the walking dead.”

Darren grinned. ”Well, hey, you know, it's Halloween around here. You might be playing to a few walking dead-dope-outs and lushes. But, hey, what the h.e.l.l. As long as they move and put their hands together, huh? This whole Halloween thing here gets so crazy. Cute, too, though. I've seen some great art projects for kids going on in the streets.””It is the ultimate Halloween destination,” Finn said.

”Well, you must have expected it. Your wife coming from here, and all.”

”I don't think I was completely prepared,” Finn said wryly.

”Where is Megan?” Darren asked.

”Up and about somewhere. I slept late. In fact, I'm looking for her.”