Part 27 (2/2)
Sara cast her hands on her hips. ”Not even one with hundreds-no, thousands!-of years to get to know human psychology, the human mind, and the power of suggestion.”
”I don't care what anyone-Satan, or G.o.d himself-told me to do, I'd never hurt Megan.”
”I know that you mean that,” Sara said earnestly.
”Okay, Sara, what is this help you're going to give me?””Knowledge.”
”Knowledge? That's it? No spell, no incantations?”
”You should be blessed, and learn a few incantations-it certainly wouldn't hurt. But for now... Morwenna and Joseph just want you to meet Eddie.”
Finn hesitated, head c.o.c.ked, hands on his hips as he studied her a long time. Morwenna and Joseph. Were they really trying to help him-or seal the lid on his coffin?
”What is this knowledge?”
”Come on down the street. There are just books in here, same old, same old. Eddie has bound books that are centuries old, true collector's pieces.”
”Then he'd want a mint for them.”
”When he sells one of his historical volumes, he does sell it for a small fortune. He has a number, though, that he won't part with.”
”All right. Lead the way,” Finn said.
Morwenna stood in the bas.e.m.e.nt, a place where only those closest to her, those who shared her beliefs, were ever allowed to come.
The altar was to the rear. Herbs, far superior to any she sold in the shop, lined the walls in various bottles. Her own wand, an exquisite piece with a crystal handle, lay near the altar. Her best ceremonial robe was around her shoulders.
She approached the altar, and said the words, earnestly, from the heart. She made the proper motions, then moved to the centuries-old fireplace. She had burned ash, the proper wood, throughout the afternoon. The potion within the cauldron bubbled and brewed. She added the last of the ingredients, her lips moving as she did so.
She had become so involved that, at first, she didn't realize that Joseph stood in the rear. He had come down the steps, slipped through the false wall, and waited.
When he spoke, his words were terse.
”You're certain you know what you're doing?” he demanded.
”I'm certain that I can read, and follow directions,” she snapped. ”And you mustn't come in like that again. You might have interrupted me in the midst of a chant.”
He turned away, ready to depart, but then he paused. He spoke without turning back to her. ”You mustn't make any mistakes. Any mistakes at all. If we're right...”
”We are right. And we won't make any mistakes.”
”It is happening. It has all truly begun.”
He started to slide the door.
”Joseph,” she said, calling him back.
He paused again.”Blessed be,” she said.
He inclined his head. ”Blessed be.”
Eddie's book shop was just that-a book shop. He didn't sell incense burners, herbs, T-s.h.i.+rts, capes, or anything else. The s.p.a.ce was narrow, and there was barely room for two people to pa.s.s one another in the aisles between the bookshelves.
There was a new section, a used section, and a ”collectibles” section. Sara led Finn by them all, calling out to the young man working the cash register that she was on her way to see Eddie.
The tall, lanky, college-age kid nodded his shaved head, waving her on by.
Beaded curtains seemed to be big in Salem that year. They pa.s.sed through one on their way to the back of the shop.
There was a desk there, with the typical computer. Nothing in the back was surprising except for Eddie himself.
Finn started. He was certain he had met the man before. Except that his name hadn't been Eddie, and he hadn't said that he ran a bookshop.
The man behind the desk looked exactly like the cop he had met in the bar the night before-albeit he had been in costume. The man who had introduced himself as Theo Martin. Officer Theo Martin.
”Eddie, this is Finn Douglas,” Sara said. ”Morwenna called you about him.”
”Hi, Finn.” The man rose, extending a hand.
Finn stared at him, automatically accepting the handshake. ”Eddie?” he said.
”Yeah.” The man frowned for a minute, then grinned quickly. ”I take it you've met my brother.”
”The cop?” Finn said. ”You're twins?”
”Identical,” Eddie said.
”I believe it.”
Eddie grinned. ”I hear you want to see some of my books.”
”Well, I've been told I should see a few of your books.”
Eddie nodded. ”The old ones are under gla.s.s. Hang on a minute. Hey, have a seat. There are chairs under the coats there.”
Sara didn't mind dumping the coats on a stack of book boxes on the other side of the desk. She indicated to Finn that he should take a chair. Awkwardly, he did so. He'd followed Sara here; he still had a strange urge to keep his distance from her.
Eddie returned a minute later, having gone downstairs in the back, presumably to a bas.e.m.e.nt area. Finn didn't know a lot about books, but he knew that the volume Eddie was bringing was not an ancient text.
He glanced at Sara. ”A firsthand account of an ancient Babylonian demon?” he mocked.
She shot him a warning glare.
”Actually, I have some very ancient pieces,” Eddie said, taking a seat now on the edge of the desk, facing Finn and Sara. ”But they wouldn't do you any good-unless you can read ancient and archaic languages. h.e.l.l, even English is hard in some of the old stuff.”
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