Chronicles Of The Keeper - The Long Hot Summoning Part 62

The way those sweatpants had been sagging, it had probably fallen from a pocket.

Dean bent, scooped it up, and lifted his hand to knock again.

Austin cleared his throat.

Don't look at the cat. Just give it back.

As subtlety didn't seem to be working, Austin sank a claw into Dean's ankle just above his work boot.

"Son of . . ." He danced down the hall, collapsing against the wall by room one. "What'd you do that for, then?"

"Aren't you the least bit curious?"

"About what? Teta.n.u.s?"

"About what's in his wallet."

"An amulet controlling his will? A note asking us to save him?"

Austin speared him with a pointed gaze. "You didn't used to be this sarcastic."

"I didn't used to live with you!"

"Maybe he dropped it on purpose, did you think of that? Maybe it's a cry for help."

"You're reaching."

"You're opening it."

And he was. He didn't know what he expected to find, but he found he couldn't give the wallet back unexamined. It had fallen some conveniently. "I can't believe I'm after doing this."

"I can't believe it's taking you so long."

Credit cards. Health card. Driver's license . . . His eyes widened. If forced to guess, he'd have said Dr. Rebik was in his mid to late sixties.

According to his driver's license, he was thirty-eight.

And he looked worse than his picture.

"I was right."

"I know."

"You were wrong."

"Yeah. I got that."

"There's a song, you know. When I'm right and you're wrong."

Dean stopped pacing long enough to glare at the cat. "Don't sing it."

Austin sat down on the dining room table, stuck a foot in the air, and began washing his b.u.t.t.

"Very subtle." The dining room was exactly fourteen paces long. Provided he shortened the last step. "What do we do now?"

"You mean now that you admit I'm right?"

"Yes!"

"Well, we have to stop her. She's sucking your life force out and what's to say she won't get tired of waiting for Claire and start sucking harder."

"Lance said he knew how to stop her."

"Which would be relevant if Lance wasn't off with Claire."

"Can we use the elevator on her?"

Austin sat up and shook his head. "It's a little obvious. I suspect she'd sense it. What are you doing?"

Dean paused in the middle of crumpling up a sheet of newspaper. "I'm going to clean the windows. It's what I do when I need to think."

The two huge windows in the dining room were already spotless, but he sprayed them with a vinegar-and-water solution and began to rub.

"That's a very annoying noise."

"Sorry."

"You're not going to stop, are you?"

"No."

When the paper was wet, he tossed it into the garbage and reached for another sheet. As he pulled it off the early edition, Austin's paw snaked out and smacked it back down.

"There's our answer!"

Dean scanned the headlines and frowned. "The waterfront renewal project?"

"No. The life-sized stone statue found at the mall!"

"The mall?"

"The very one! And you know what a life-sized stone statue means."

"Bad garden art?"

"Basilisk! We go to the mall. We capture it. We turn Meryat to stone!"

"Claire . . ."