Infernal_ A Repairman Jack Novel Part 50

Especially after checking himself in the bathroom mirror this morning and seeing the ends of the Stain under his pecs... less than six inches apart.

Vicky barreled into the kitchen.

"Jack! What are we getting Mommy for Christmas?"

The question stunned him.

"Christmas?"

She rolled her big blue eyes. "It's on Friday, silly!"

"Jeez, that's right. Tomorrow's Christmas Eve."

With everything else going on, it had been drop-kicked from his consciousness.

His heart sank. He wouldn't be here for Christmas, wouldn't be able to lounge by the fire as he'd done last year and watch Vicky tear into her presents.

"We haven't even bought the Christmas tree yet!"

Jack cleared his thickening throat and slapped the side of his head.

"You're right! What were we thinking? Let's get right on it." He lowered his voice. "And while we're out we'll find Mommy a present too."

"Neat! Let's go!"

Jack shook his head as he watched her run to the hall closet. Vicky did everything at top speed. His throat clenched again. Christ, he was going to miss her as much as Gia.

His cell phone rang.

"Joey?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Psychic. What's up?"

"You know that pay-as-you-go phone you acquired yesterday?"

"Yeah? Learn anything?"

"Did I ever. All but four calls were local, mostly to the Center. The others were all to the city."

"Does that help us?"

"They were made at seven A.M. exactly two weeks ago today. Guess where to?"

Joey seemed to enjoy playing his guess-what-I-got? game, but Jack had no patience for it.

"Come on, Joey, spit it-" And then it dawned. That was the morning Wrath of Allah claimed credit for the ma.s.sacre. "You're serious?"

"Deadly. ABC, NBC, CBS, and the Times Times. Four in a row, bing-bang-boom."

That clinched it. Some of the blood Charlie had seen on Hamad Al-Kabeer's hands was Dad's.

Instead of an explosion of murderous rage, Jack felt only crushing depression. His energy seemed to drain away, leaving him empty, mute, immobile.

Such a waste, such a futile, hollow waste of life. These fanatics murdering innocents in the name of their vain, puerile, cold-blooded G.o.d.

Jack realized that they weren't the only irrational, unreasonable force impinging on him. The Lilitongue was another.

But the Lilitongue was immune to physical force.

Not so the Wrath of Allah.

"Yo, Jack. You still there?"

"Yeah, Joey. Still here."

"For a minute there I thought we got cut off. So anyways I'm thinking of heading over to that place and, you know, bring along some exterminating equipment and maybe clean out a nest of c.o.c.kroaches. Whatta y'say? You up for a little of that?"

If circ.u.mstances had been different, if the shadow of the Lilitongue hadn't been looming over him, Jack would have been more than up for a little of that. But now, with every moment so precious...

But then, his plan had no hope of working without his returning to Paterson. And if it did work, the hours spent there would be well worth it. He might remove both blots on his life with one move.

His spirits lifted.

"Yeah. I could get into playing Orkin man for a while. Let's just make sure we have the right bugs."

"We do."

"But I want some answers first."

"You ain't alone. I got lots of questions."

"Okay. You have floor plans of the place?"

"Uh, no."

"You put somebody out to watch it?"

A pause, then, "No. I'm handling this on my own."

Swell.

"That means we'll be going in blind."

"Yeah, but so what?" His tone turned defensive. "Look, Jack, you want to sit on the sidelines-"

"I'll be there. If I don't do it now..."

"You sound like you're on a clock."

Say what you might about Joey, but like all successful grifters he had a gift for reading people.

"You could say that. Pick me up? Same time, same place?"

Joey laughed. "And in the same rolling piece of junk. But let's make it later. I checked the paper. Sundown's four twenty-nine. So whyn't I pick you up around a quarter to four. That way it'll be getting dark when we show up."

Jack said, "Sounds like a-wait. Just thought of something. I can't very well stand in front of the UN with the tools of the trade."

"Not to worry, buddy. I'll put together a two-man toolbox. See you then."

Jack cut the connection and stared at the phone. Now he had to figure a way to tell Gia that he was going to leave her for a few of the hours they had left together.

2.

-22:13.

"Come on, Jack!" Vicky said in a stage whisper.

She stood in the hall with her coat already b.u.t.toned, raring to go.

"We can't leave without telling your mother."

"Telling your mother what?" Gia said, coming down the stairs.

She wore jeans and a navy blue wool sweater over a white T-shirt. She looked pale and haggard; dark circles rimmed her eyes.

She looked how Jack felt.

"We're going out to get a Christmas tree."

Gia stopped midstep and paled further. "Oh, G.o.d. Christmas."

Jack stared up at her. "Yeah, I know. Kind of slipped my mind too."

Gia chewed her upper lip a second, then said, "Vicky, would you do me a big favor and get my car keys from the guest room? I think I left them there."

Jack and Gia had spent the night there. Gia hadn't wanted to stay in the same room where the Lilitongue had been, and neither had Jack. They'd clung to each other in the dark, dozing for brief, fitful stretches.

"Sure."

Vicky hit the steps running as Gia reached the floor. She watched her daughter until she was out of sight, then moved close to Jack.

"I don't have any Christmas spirit," she whispered. "None. And I don't know if I can fake it."

"We've got to." Jack glanced up at the top of the stairway. "For her."

"I know, I know but..." Her lips trembled as her composure began to crumble. "I just don't think I can."

Jack gathered her into his arms. "You can. You're strong."

She sobbed. "I thought I was, but... I'm not. And how am I ever going to explain this to Vicky?"

Jack tried to steer her away from where she was going.

"Hey, do you think you could stir up another batch of that Stain oxy-clean gunk for me?"

Gia pushed back and stared at him. "Why? What for?"

"On the chance I might find someone who'd be interested in escaping something."

"What something?"

Me, he wanted to say, but didn't.

"I'm working on it."

"Jack, I don't understand. Even if you find someone willing, it won't work. The Stain can be transferred only twice. You know that. The book-"

"I've never been one to believe everything I read. But I can't put it to the test without the gunk."

"I-I saved it."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know. I guess because throwing it away would be like throwing hope out the window."

"Yeah... hope."

He was low on hope, and running out of time. But he had to give this a shot.

Gia said, "How are you going to find this person before...?"

"Going on a little trip this afternoon."

"You're not leaving us, are you? There's so little time as is."

"Yeah, but if this works out we'll have tons of time."

"But how-?"