Part 68 (1/2)
”A thing?”
”Yeah.” Jack leaned against the counter and took another sip. ”They're very serious about this. They know my word's good, but even so they won't take it. They'll check out the guys on Eli's list themselves-watch them, break in and toss their digs. Once they're satisfied someone's the real deal, they'll make their move. People will start to disappear.”
”You mean, they'll kill them?”
”Eventually.”
”Eventually?”
”Yeah. Eventually they'll die. Long after they want to.”
Lyle rotated his shoulders, as if shaking off a chill. ”What else have you been up to?”
”Still trying to figure out the whats and whys of what happened here. Especially Tara telling Gia that something wants her dead.”
”I've been chewing on that one too. It has to be the Otherness you told us about.”
”I thought you couldn't buy into that.”
Lyle looked at him. ”I buy into a whole lot more than I used to. You said this Otherness feels it's got a score to settle with you. The best I can figure it is maybe it can't strike at you directly. Maybe something's guarding your back. So it tries to strike at you indirectly, through the people you love.”
Jack had wondered about that. Kate was gone, and the Otherness probably deserved the rap for that. And if things had gone differently two weeks ago, Gia, Vicky, and his unborn child would be gone too.
Lyle sipped and said, ”Let's take Tara at her word: The Otherness brought her back to get Gia. She was certainly playing to Gia all along. But somewhere along the line Tara developed her own agenda. I guess the Otherness can't always fine-tune the forces it sets into motion.”
”But what about Bellitto? The day after the earthquake when we a.s.sume Tara returned, he decides to taunt a priest with his past killings and the one he's planning for the following week.”
”Not entirely out of character.”
”But he chooses a priest that just happens to have heard of me through that same confessional.”
Lyle shrugged. ”Strange, isn't it. Stranger than I ever could have imagined. Maybe the Otherness isn't the only force operating here. What about that Indian lady who popped into the garage and knew all about what was going on? What side is she playing for?”
”Her own, for all I know. You seen her since?”
”Not a trace. Used to see her walking her dog past the house a lot, but not once since that night.”
Jack had been wondering about the Indian lady. Something about her reminded him of another woman who'd popped up a few months ago with her own set of dire warnings, then vanished. She'd had a dog too, but she'd been older and had sounded Russian.
What's happened to my life? Jack thought. He wanted to scream the question. Bad enough that something seemed to be moving him around a cosmic chessboard, but Gia and Vicky... they were noncombatants... they shouldn't be involved.
But then, maybe there were no noncombatants in this conflict.
”What's the answer then?”
”Wish I knew,” Lyle said. ”We seem to be at the mercy of unknown forces. All we can do is go with the flow and fight like h.e.l.l to keep our heads above water.”
”'We'?”
”Yes. All of us. Remember that coming darkness I told you I saw? Well, it's still coming.”
Jack didn't want to mention to Lyle that he'd claimed to see himself and his brother still together after the darkness was over.