Nest Freemark considered the implications of the word as calmly as she could, which wasn't easy to do. The thought that she had been dispatched to Seattle to find John Ross, not with any expectation she could influence him by virtue of well-reasoned argument, but solely for the purpose of influencing his dreams and forcing him to rethink his position at the same time she was being put at risk was almost more than she could bear.
She fumed for a moment, then wondered haw the Lady could know how her presence would affect things. Could she know the dream would be changed in a way that would make Ross reconsider? If the Lads: knew what the dream was, it wasn't such a long shot she knew haw to change it.
Nest put her face in her hands and closed her eyes. She was jousting with shadows. She was just guessing.
She left behind the dream and its implications and went back to what she knew. There was a demon, The demon was in Seattle, The demon was after Ross. The demon was someone he knew, probably well. The demon was determined to claim him- so determined it had been willing to attack and kill another demon who challenged it for possession of his soul.
So far, so good. Nest nodded into her hands. What else?
The demon had recognized Nest and decided she was a threat. But not enough of a threat to do anything about her until after she had gone to Lincoln Park to speak with Boot. Boot was going to tell her something when the demon attacked, something about the demon changing again, only not in the same way.
She backed off, knowing all she could do with that approach was to speculate, that the answers she needed had to be reached from another direction.
She glanced at her watch. Three-thirty. Her plane would begin boarding around four. She looked down at her bag, glanced over at the security check and the people lined up to go through the metal detector, and went bade to thinking.
The demon had been present when she had gone to Fresh Start to find John Ross. Her magic, into whatever form it had evolved, had reacted to the demon and made Nest physically sick. The demon had tracked her or followed her or intercepted her message and found her later at Lincoln Park. Which? It had killed Boot, Audrey, and Ariel, and had tried to kill her. And then it had gone back to the city and set fire to Fresh Start. Why?
Her head hurt. Nothing fit. She walked down the concourse with her bag to an SBC stand and ordered a decaf cappuccino. Then she found a different seat and thought about the demon some more.
What was she missing?
Stay away from him, Ariel had warned her of John Ross. He has demon stink all over him. He is already lost.
Seemed right to her, given his refusal to accept the possibility he was in danger, that he might be fooling himself about his vulnerability. But John Ross genuinely seemed to believe that he was a different person, no longer a Knight of the Word, no longer a keeper of the magic. He was shattered by San Sobel, and now he was in love with Stefanie Winslow and committed to the work of Simon Lawrence, and his life was all new.
Like her own was new, she thought suddenly. She had left the past behind as well, back in the park of the Sinnissippi, back with the passing of Gran and Old Bob, back with the end of her childhood.
She thought suddenly of her mother. There was no reason for it, but all of a sudden she was thinking about haw much she missed not having her there while she was growing up. Gran and Old Bob had done the best they could, which was pretty good, but the gap in her life that her mother's death had left wasn't something anyone could fill. She wondered if that was how John Ross had felt before Stef had come into his life. He had wandered alone for more than ten years in service to the Word, living with his terrible dreams of the future and the responsibility they forced on him in the present. It was so hard to be without someone who loved you. Everyone was affected by the absence of love. Even her father, who was a demon . . .
The words froze in mid-sentence, crystallised in her mind, and hung there like shards of ace. She had been trying to think of something earlier, something that spoke to the issue of the demon's behaviour with Ross, something from her past. Now she knew what it was. It was her father's behaviour toward Gran years ago.
It was the same. It was exactly the same.
In a moment's time, everything carne together, all the loose ends, all the answers she had been unable to locate, all the missing clues. She felt her breath catch in her threat as she thought it through, trying it out, seeing if it fit.
She knew who the demon was.
She knew why John Ross could not escape it
A wave of heat rushed through her, Maybe she had been wrong about the Lady after all. Maybe the Lady knew Nest would see what Ross could not.
But was there still time enough to save him?
She was on her feet, her bag flung aver one shoulder, running for the exit and the taxi stand.
CHAPTER 22
John Ross went up to his apartment and stood at the window looking down at the ruins of Fresh Start, fuming. A crew from the fire marshall's office was picking its way carefully through the debris, searching for dues. He scanned the busy streets for Andrew Wren, but the reporter was nowhere to be seen.
Why was the demon working so hard to discredit him? What did it hope to gain?
Where the Wiz was concerned, the answer was obvious. The demon hoped that by discrediting Simon, it would derail the progress of his programs. If enough doubt was cast and suspicion raised as to the integrity of the work being lone at Fresh Start and Pass/Go, donors would pull bade, political and celebrity sponsors would disappear, and support from the public would shift to another cause. Worse, it would reflect on programs assisting the homeless all across the country. It was typical demon mischief, a sowing of discontent that, given enough time and space, would reap anarchy.
The more difficult question was why the demon had chosen to paint him with the same brush. What was the point? Was this phoney theft charge supposed to send him into a tailspin that would lead to an alliance with the Void? Given that the demon intended to subvert him and claim his magic, this business of manipulating bank accounts and transfers seemed an odd way to go about it.
He chewed his lip thoughtfully. It might explain the fire, though. Burning down fresh Start at the same time Simon Lawrence was being discredited would only add to the confusion.
If the plan was to bring down Simon and put an end to his programs, an attack from more than one front made sense.
He shoved his hands in his jeans pockets angrily. He wanted to walk right over to Pass/Go and deal with his suspicions. But he knew there wasn't really anything he could do. Andrew Wren was still in the middle of his investigation. He was checking signatures and interviewing bank personnel. Maybe the signatures wouldn't match. Certainly the bank people wouldn't remember seeing either him or Simon.
Except, he remembered suddenly, the demon was a changeling and could have disguised itself as either of them.
He turned away from the window and stared at the interior of the apartment in frustration. The best thing he could do was to follow through on his promise to Nest and get out of town. Do that, put a little distance between himself and whatever machinations the demon was engaged in, and take x fresh look at things in a few days.
Don't take any chances with the events of the dream.
He glanced at his watch. It was already approaching four o'clock, and the festivities at the Seattle Art Museum were scheduled to begin at six sharp.
Dropping into his favourite wing chair, he dialled Pass/Go and asked for Stefanie. Told that she was in a meeting, he left a message for her to call him.
He went into the bedroom, pulled his duffel bag out of the closet, and began to pack. It didn't take long. There wasn't much packing to do for this sort of trip, and he didn't have much to choose from in any case. It gave him pause when he realised how little he owned. The truth was, he had never stopped living as if he were just passing through and might be catching the morning bus to some other place.
He was reading a magazine when the door burst open and Ste
fanie stalked into the room and threw a clump of papers into his lap.
`Explain this, John!' she demanded, coldly, standing rigid with fury before him.
He looked down at the papers, already knowing what they were. Photocopies of the bank transfers Andrew Wren had shown him earlier. He looked up again. `I don't know anything about these accounts. They aren't mine.'
`Your signature is all over them!'
He met her gaze squarely. 'Stef, I didn't steal a penny. That's not my signature. Those aren't my accounts. I told the same thing to Andrew Wren when he asked me about it an hour ago. I wouldn't do anything like this.'
Sloe stared at him silently, searching his face.
'Stef, I wouldn't'
All the anger drained away, and she bent down to kiss him. `I know. I told Simon the wane thing. I just wanted to hear you say it'
She put her hands on his shoulders and ran them down his arms, her tousled black hair falling over her battered face. Then she knelt before him, her eyes lifting to find his. I'm sorry. This hasn't been a good day'
You don't know the half of it, he thought to himself. `I was thinking we might go away for a few days, let things sort themselves out.'
She smiled up at him sadly. ~A few days, a few weeks, a few months, we can take as much time as we want. 'We're out of a job:
He felt his throat tighten. 'What?'
'Simon fired you. When I objected and he wouldn't change his mind, I quit' She shrugged.
He shook his head in disbelief. `Why would Simon fire me without giving me a chance to explain?'
'He's cutting his losses, John. It's the smart thing to do' Her dark eyes studied him. `He's frightened. He's angry. A lot of bad things are happening all at ante, and he has to do something to contain the damage. If word of this leaks to the mayor's office or the local press, it's all over for Simon'
'So his solution is to fire me?'
'That's what I asked him' She brushed her hair aside, her mouth right and angry. Then she stood up and walked across the room and threw herself on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. `There's nothing back yet on the transfer signatures, and no one he's talked to at the banks involved remembers anything about who opened the accounts. But when Wren suggested the possibility that you were trying to set Simon up, Simon bought into it. He thinks you're responsible, and he wants to distance himself from you right now before you become a liability he can't explain'
She looked over at him. `There's more. He claims he came by last night after I left. He claims he found you drunk and irrational, and you threatened him. I told him that wasn't possible, that you weren't drinking. I told him you were sick and half asleep when I left you, so maybe he misinterpreted what he heard. He refused to listen' She exhaled sharply, her bitterness evident. `He fired you, just like that. So I quit, too.'
Ross was staring at the space between them, stunned. First the business of the demon hunting him, then Andrew Wren's accusations, and now this. He felt as if he was caught in some sort of diabolical whirlpool that was sucking him under where he couldn't breathe.
`This isn't like Simon, John' Stef was saying. `This isn't like him at all. He hasn't been the same lately. I don't know what the problem is, but it's almost as if he's someone else completely.'
Ross was thinking the same thing. A glimmer of suspicion had surfaced inside, hot and fierce. It couldn't be, he was thinking. Not Simon. Not the Wiz.
Stef crossed her long legs and stared doom the length of her body at her feet. `I don't understand what he's thinking anymore'
Ross looked at her. `How did his T V interview go last night?' he asked casually.
She pursed her lips. `It didn't. He cancelled it. I didn't even find out until I showed up and no one was there. That's when I came back here and found you collapsed on the couch. I hauled you off to bed and read my book in the living room until around midnight when I woke you about the fire'
His suspicion burned inside like an inferno.
`You know that message you got over the phone from Nest Freemark? The one about meeting her in West Seattle? Did you mention it to anyone else? Or could anyone else have overheard?'
Stefanie sat up slowly, puzzled. `I don't know. Why?'
`Just think about it. It might be important'
She was silent a moment. `Well, Simon knew, I guess. He was there talking with me when I took Nest's call. He asked me afterward what it was about, and I said it was from Nest and she wanted you to meet her in Lincoln Park. He laughed, said it was an odd place to meet someone. I said it had something to do with a friend of somebody named Pick'
Ross felt the blood drain from his face.
Stef sat up slowly, her brow furrowing with concern. `John, what's going on?'
He shook his head. Simon Lawrence knew about the meeting with Nest. If he was the demon, he had time and opportunity to get over there, intercept her at her meeting with the forest creatures, and still get back to set the fire at Fresh Start.
He almost laughed out loud. No, this was ridiculous!
But the idea had taken root. Who was in a better position than Simon Lawrence to sabotage the work of Fresh Start and Pass/Go? Simon was the whole program. If he came under suspicion, if he was forced to quit, if-just suppose now-he disappeared at a crucial juncture in the investigation, everything would go down the drain. There would be national coverage. Every homeless program in the country would be adversely affected.
`John?' Stef was on her feet. She looked frightened.
He smiled. `It's all right, I'm just thinking. Would you mind getting me a root beer from the fridge?'
She nodded, smiling back at him uncertainly. He waited until she was out of the roam, then resumed his deliberation. Simon Lawrence as the demon it made a certain amount of sense. Simon could ruin his own programs. He could sabotage homeless programs nationwide by wrecking his own. And he was in a great position to wreck Ross's life, as well. He could implicate him in the theft of corporate funds, terminate his jab, maybe even have him sent to prison. If the demon intended to turn him to the Void's service, it would be a perfect place to begin.
It might even cost him his relationship with Stef.
His head throbbed fiercely. One misstep was all it took, the Lady had cautioned. One misstep that led to another. He considered the possibility that the demon might take that step for him. It wasn't too difficult to imagine.
But Simon Lawrence? He still couldn't bring himself to accept that the Wiz was a demon.
Stefanie re-entered the room. He came to his feet, facing her. `Stef, I can't go away just yet. I have to do something first. I have to see Simon.'
She sighed. `John, no'
He took hold of her arms and held her gently, but firmly, in place. `I can call him up right now, or I can just go over. It won't take but a moment'
She shook her head, her eyes angry. `It wont do you any gaol, John. He's made up his mind. I already argued your case for you, and it didn't change anything'
He studied her face, thinking she was right, that it was pointless. `I have to try; he insulted any-way. 'I have to make the attempt myself. I'll be right back'
She grabbed his arm a5 he started to turn away. `John, he's not even there. He's already gone down to the art museum to help put things in place for tonight's benefit. He's doing interviews and . . . Look, forget this. Let it go. Give me five minutes to pack a bag and we're out of here. We'll deal with it when we get back, okay?'
But he was already committed. He could not just walk away, not even for three or four days. He had to know the truth about Simon. He had no idea how he was going to find it out, but he could at least speak with him face-to-face and see how he responded.
Then a very strange thought occurred to him. What if the dream about killing the Wizard of Oz, wasn't a warning at all? What if it were an admonition? Perhaps he had been mistaken about the purpose of the dream, and he was having it not because he was supposed to avoid the Wiz, but because he was supposed to go after him. His dreams o
f the future had been windows into mistakes that had been made in the present and might yet be corrected. He had assumed this was the case here. But he was no longer a Knight of the Word, and it was possible this dream, the only dream he was having anymore, the one he had experienced so often, was meant to work in a different way.
Maybe he was supposed to kill Simon Lawrence because Simon was a demon.
It was a stretch, by any measure, and he had no way of knowing if it were so. But if Simon was a demon, it would give new meaning to his dream. It would lend it a purpose and a reason for being that had been missing before.
Stefanie was still holding the root beer. He looked down at it and shook his head. `I've changed my mind. I don't want it after all'
She put her free hand on his arm. `John'
'Stef, I'm going down to the art museum to find Simon. I won't be long. I just want to ask him why he didn't wait a little longer. I just want to hear him tell me why he wont give me the benefit of the doubt'
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