Part 58 (1/2)
”Didn't see the joke,” Vance said, his eyes still on what was out of sight to Grillo. ”She never-”
”My G.o.d!” Grillo said, suddenly realizing. ”He was here, wasn't he? He was here when you and I...” The thought took the words away. All he could manage was ”...outside the door.”
”I didn't know at the time,” Ellen said softly. ”It wasn't planned that way.”
”Christ!” Grillo said. ”It was all a performance for him. You set me up. You set me up to get your fantasy heated up.”
”Maybe...I had a suspicion,” she conceded. ”Why are you so angry?”
”Isn't it obvious?”
”No, it isn't,” she said, her tone all reason. ”You don't love me. You don't even know me, or you wouldn't be so shocked. You just wanted something from me, and you got it.”
Her account was accurate; and hurt. It made Grillo mean.
”You know this thing's not here forever,” he said, jabbing his thumb at Ellen's prisoner; or more correctly, at the truncheon.
”I know,” she said, her tone betraying some little sadness at this fact. ”But none of us are, right? Even you.”
Grillo stared at her, willing her to look around at him; see his pain. But she only had eyes for the fabrication. He gave up on the possibility, and delivered the message he'd come here with.
”I advise you to leave the Grove,” he said. ”Take Philip and leave.”
”Why's that?” she said.
”Just trust me. There's a good chance the Grove won't even be standing tomorrow.”
Now she deigned to look around at him.
”I understand,” she said. ”Close the door, will you, when you leave?”
”Grillo.” It was Tesla who opened the door to Hotchkiss's house. ”You meet some d.a.m.n weird people.”
He'd never thought of Hotchkiss as weird. A man in mourning, yes. An occasional drunkard; who wasn't? But he wasn't prepared for the level of the man's obsession.
At the back of the house was a room given over entirely to the subject of the Grove and the ground it was built on. Geological maps covered the walls, along with photographs, taken over a period of years, and neatly dated, of cracks in the streets and sidewalks. Tacked up alongside were newspaper cuttings. Their single subject: earthquakes.
The obsessive himself sat unshaven in the midst of this information with a cup of coffee in his hand and a look of weary satisfaction on his face.
”Didn't I say?” were his first words to Grillo. ”Didn't I tell you? The real story's beneath our feet. Always was.”
”You want to do it?” Grillo asked him. - ”What? The climb? Sure.” He shrugged. ”What the f.u.c.k? It'll kill us all, but what the f.u.c.k? The question is: do you want to do it?”
”Not much,” Grillo said. ”But I've got a vested interest. I want the whole story.”
”Hotchkiss has got an extra angle you don't know about,” Tesla said.
”What's that?”
”Any more coffee?” Hotchkiss asked Witt. ”I need to sober up.”
Witt dutifully went off to get refills.
”Never liked that man,” Hotchkiss remarked.
”What was he, the town flasher?” Tesla said.
”s.h.i.+t, no. He was Mr. Clean. Everything I used to despise about the Grove.”
”He's coming back,” Grillo said.
”So what?” Hotchkiss went on, as Witt stepped into the room. ”He knows. Don't you, William?”
”Know what?” Witt said.
”What a s.h.i.+thead you were.”
Witt took the insult without a flicker.
”Never much liked me, right?”
”Right.”
”And I never much liked you,” Witt replied. ”For what it's worth.”
Hotchkiss smiled. ”Glad we got that sorted out,” he said.
”I want to know about this angle,” Grillo said.
”Simple really,” Hotchkiss said. ”I got a call in the middle of the night, from New York. A guy I hired when my wife left, to find her. Or try at least. His name's D'Amour. He specializes-I guess-in supernatural stuff.”
”Why'd you hire him?”
”My wife got involved with some very peculiar people after our daughter's death. She never really accepted that Carolyn was gone from us. She tried contacting her through spiritualists. Eventually joined a spiritualist church. Then she ran off.”
”Why look for her in New York?” Grillo asked.
”She was born there. It seemed the likeliest place for her to go.”
”And did D'Amour find her?”
”No. But he dug up a whole bunch of stuff about the church she'd joined. I mean...this guy knew what he was doing.”
”So why did he call you?”
”He's coming to that,” said Tesla.
”I don't know who D'Amour's contacts are, but the call was a warning.”
”About what?”