He waited a few seconds, listening and looking, but still there was nothing. Satisfied, he went back through the double doors and sat at the desk. He finished the last log entry and tossed the empty coffee cup in the garbage can on his way to the elevator. As the elevator doors opened and he stepped inside, there was no way he could hear the muffled groan that came from behind one of the refrigerator doors.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
“WHAT THE HELL happened in here?”
SK stopped inside the threshold.
“A little visit,” Livvy said. “I think the door was probably unlocked yesterday, when we were at the hospital.”
SK stepped in, closed the door behind him, and locked it. He stayed like that for a second, staring at the lock, and then spun around.
“Oh no, Livvy,” he said. “Did I not lock it?”
She headed over to the kitchen and started rummaging through the stuff on the floor.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “It’s the last thing I would have thought of either.” She looked back to where he had seemed to freeze in place. “Seriously, don’t worry about.” She went back to rummaging. “Besides, it was just a bunch of junk anyway.”
SK bent over and started picking up some of the small statues.
“It’s not junk,” he said quietly.
He took a few items over to an end table that was standing and set them up.
“They’re your altar objects,” he said, making a small arrangement.
He picked up a few more items and looked at the spray-painted Bible verses.
“You’ll never get that paint off, but it wouldn’t take much to paint over it.”
“Never mind the paint,” she said. “Here it is.”
The book was lying face down on the floor. She took it over to the kitchen counter and found the etching of Tiamat and Marduk. She brought it over to SK.
“Look.”
He set down a crystal pyramid that had somehow escaped damage, and took the book as they both sat on the couch.
“Marduk subdued Tiamat in the days before time, it says,” said Livvy, pointing to the etching. “But where do we find Marduk?”
“Marduk came from the deep abyss,” said SK, flipping the pages back and forth. “He rode a chariot pulled by four white horses, was given fifty blessed names, controlled the earth and gave it shape and law, and made the Tigris and the Euphrates flow. They say there is a ziggurat where, to this day, he waits with the tablets of destiny to defend his creation.”
“A ziggurat,” said Livvy, thinking. “A tower.”
“The ziggurats of Mesopotamia have been gone for thousands of years, melted back into the landscape, back into the mud that they came from,” said SK.
“But it’s not talking about a real ziggurat,” said Livvy. “This is the time before time, before there was an earth.”
“Have you seen a ziggurat in the multiverse?” asked SK.
“No, but I’ve never looked either. It wasn’t until I went with Min that I saw what the real landscape of the multiverse looked like. It’s not what either of us had thought.”
There was a knock at the door.
Livvy stood still and held up a finger to her lips.
There was another knock, louder this time.
“I know you are there, Olivia,” came a woman’s voice.
“Who’s there?” Livvy asked, moving closer to the door.
“We have never met,” said the voice. “But I am a shaman.”
Livvy shot a puzzled look at SK, who shook his head. It apparently wasn’t a voice that he recognized either.
“My name is Eugenia Martinez,” the voice said.
Livvy unlocked the knob and dead bolt, but left the chain on as she slowly opened the door a crack. The middle-aged woman who stood there looked as though she could have stepped out of a travel magazine. She was a shaman, all right, but unlike any that Livvy had ever met. Her black robes were stitched with brightly colored threads that created hundreds of small symbols arranged in rows and columns. In her earlobes hung large onyx flares with holes the size of a quarter. Was she insane dressing like that in broad daylight?
“What do you want?” asked Livvy.
“What I have to say is not for hallways,” said the woman, her dark eyes so black there didn’t seem to be a pupil. Her English was impeccable, only the slightest trace of a Spanish accent.
Livvy undid the chain, stood aside and let the woman pass. As she entered the room, she surveyed the mess, before her eyes landed on SK and she froze.
“El enano,” said the woman quietly. “We are a far distance from Uxmal.”
El enano, thought Livvy. The dwarf. What was Uxmal? As she closed the door and locked it, the woman turned to face her.
“Indra was my niece,” said the woman. “And my pupil. Her fiancé seems to think that you had a hand in her death.”
“Your niece? Her death? Jack?” said Livvy, all of the questions tumbling out at once. “I tried to save her. I did save her, once. The last time I saw Indra, she was well.”
“The last time here or the last time there?”
“The last time I saw Indra was in the real world, and she was fine.”
“It is quite a coincidence that you should be the last shaman to see her before she dies a strange and inexplicable death,” said the woman.
“I’m telling you, the last time I saw Indra she was here, in the real world. I was the one who helped her to come back. I was the one who saved her in the middleworld.”
“Why are you here?” interrupted SK. “Jack must have told you what happened. Why ask Livvy these questions, when you already know the answers?”
The woman turned to him.
“I will tell you why, go-between, because I and the other Nahuals want this business ended.”
“Nahuals?” said Livvy, not believing she’d heard the word.
The Nahuals were a myth.
Deep in the Peten jungle of Central America, went the story, a continuous lineage of shamans that went back a thousand years still survived. They had escaped the Spanish onslaught by retreating into the remotest areas and had completely disappeared from historical records hundreds of years ago. Occasionally, their legend would be revived and someone would tell the tale of ancient wizards who could tap into a deep source of power, somewhere amid the ruins of the Olmec.
Livvy stared at the woman.
“Something has been unleashed, here, in Los Angeles,” she said, looking around again at the mess on the floor.
“I had nothing to do with Indra’s death,” said Livvy. “She was buried in the middleworld, unable to wake up. I brought her back. I didn’t ‘unleash’ anything.”
“I understand Soo Min is in a coma,” said the woman.
“Now, wait a minute,” said SK. “I was here when that happened.”
The woman snapped her head back around to SK.
“Of course you were. And I know you should know better.”
“Look,” said SK, “I don’t need you to tell me how to run my business–”
“No, you are wrong, enano,” said the woman. “Somebody needs to put a stop to this. Shamans on television? People on the street talking about shamans? Blaming shamans for strange illnesses and deaths? Is that how you run your business?”
The woman didn’t wait for an answer.
“Consider me a friendly messenger. We do not like what is happening here. It is not good for shamans–shamans anywhere.”
She turned to Livvy.
“I do not like what is going on here. It is not good for my family.”
Livvy started to protest but the woman raised her voice and continued.
“We have tolerated techno-shamans long enough. No longer,” she said, with finality.
“We’re not causing it,” protested Livvy. “We’re trying to stop it.”
“No, you are not,” said the woman. “Not anymore.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked SK.
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“What?” said Livvy.
“You heard me,” said the woman calmly.
“And what makes you think you can tell us what to do?” said Livvy hotly.
The woman pulled up the long sleeves of her robe. Her arms were covered in tattoos of Aztec glyphs.
“Not me,” said the woman. “My ancestors.”
Livvy nearly let her mouth drop open but caught herself in time. She looked at SK, who slowly shook his head once. An invocation of the ancestors was the most serious threat a shaman could make. An invocation by a Nahual, of potent ancestor spirits who must number in the hundreds–that was tantamount to a death sentence.
The woman lowered her sleeves and looked at Livvy and then at SK, daring them to say something. When they didn’t, she headed to the door, never once looking back. She opened it, pulled the door after her, and it shut with a loud thud.
Livvy sat down heavily on a folding chair, as SK took a seat on the couch.
“What next?” she said.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
AS THE NAHUAL descended the stairs, she suddenly felt a sharp searing pain in her chest. She grabbed the railing and sat down, moaning and landing hard.
In Watts, Ursula cried out and dropped the bottle of herbal pills from which she was dispensing a prescription. Her client jumped back, alarmed.
“Ursula,” he said, “Are you–”
“Get Bruno,” she hissed, sinking to her knees, as her flowing velvet robe rumpled like it was melting beneath her.
Alvina pitched forward next to the trash heap behind her house, dropping the pail from the kitchen. She clutched at her chest with both hands as the side of her face landed on the compacted desert clay. She closed the other eye against the glare of the sun and panted against the searing pain–but not from the external heat. It was the internal burning. She felt as though she were being baked from the inside out.
As she writhed on the ground, all the women crowded around.
“Sunny, what is it?” asked one of the women from the front row of the yoga class.
“Somebody call 911,” said another.
Sunny clutched her chest and her eyes bulged but she couldn’t utter a word.
“It might be a heart attack,” someone yelled.
“Does anybody know CPR?”
Carmen’s body went stiff in the recliner, her head and the back of her heels digging into the naugahyde as she clutched her chest.
“No,” she groaned. “No more.”
Her eyes were shut tight but she forced them open and looked up at her skeleton army. It was only a moment though, before she closed them against the burning pain inside.
“Leave me!” yelled Wan-li, clutching the edge of the desk.
She watched as the last of the men exited through the portal, then she doubled over. Her fist slammed into the teak as her breath fogged the gleam of the wood but she did not utter a sound. She would not let the underlings see weakness. She pounded her fist again and gulped air.
As the pain subsided, almost as quickly as it had come, Livvy sucked in a deep breath. She had fallen from the chair to the floor and lain on her side. SK had immediately come over but knew exactly what was going on from the way she grabbed her chest.
He waited it out with her, a hand on her shoulder, kneeling in front of her.
“It’s passing,” she exhaled, and rolled onto her back, rubbing her chest. She wiped sweat from her forehead.
“Another one,” said SK.
“Yeah,” she said, sitting up. “Another one.”
Somewhere close by, another shaman had burned to death.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
IT WAS ALL over the internet again, but this time real news programs were covering it as well–even a national news channel. A woman in Torrance had spontaneously combusted during some sort of meditation. Again, there was amateur video and now witnesses were being interviewed on television.
“This is the last thing we need,” said SK, as he looked out the window to the brick wall of the building next door.
It was starting to get dark.
“You want to stay at my place?” he said, turning around.
Livvy looked up from the book on the table.
“I don’t think it’s safe here,” he said.
After she had recovered from the chest pain, they’d given up on any cleanup and Livvy had been poring over all of the references to Marduk.
“Why, because of the Nahual?”
“Because of her, and the guys who mugged you, and the people who trashed your place, and…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get the picture,” she said, looking around. “But I think I’m gonna stay.”
“Liv,” he started to protest.
“This is my home, such as it is, or was,” she said, standing up. “And I’m not gonna be run off.”
“That’s dumb,” he said.
“Yeah,” she said, laughing a little in spite of herself. “But seriously, I think I’ll be fine. I just won’t open the door.”
He grimaced and shook his head.
“You better go,” she said. “It’s going to be dark soon.”
He looked at the room, which he had managed to make some progress on.
“I think my couch is going to be more comfortable than yours,” he tried again.
Livvy’s eyes drifted to the couch and she remembered Min lying there. She visualized her in the hospital bed, her family standing by, the shouting. She shut her eyes but the image lingered.
“Livvy?”
Her eyes flew open at the sound of her name.
“I’m sorry, what?” she said.
“I was wondering if you wanted to sleep on my couch,” he said quietly.
“Thanks,” she said. “But I’ll be fine here.”
He looked at her as though he were waiting for her to change her mind. She managed a small smile.
“Really,” she said. “I’ll be fine. Nacho will be hungry when he gets here.”
Still not looking completely convinced, he turned to go.
“Call me if anything happens,” he said, as he headed to the door and opened it.
“I will,” she said, coming over.
“And don’t open the door for anybody.”
“I won’t.”
As she started to close the door, she yanked it back open.
“SK?” she said.
He turned around in the hallway.
“See if you have any more books with Marduk?”
“Will do.”
As she was about to close the door, he said, “Livvy.”
“Yeah?”
“Seriously, don’t open that door.”
It was well after dark when there was a knock at the door. Livvy was still up, studying the one book she had for any hint as to the location of Marduk’s ziggurat. She sat absolutely still in the kitchen, staring at the back of the door. If she was quiet, whoever it was might go away. Of course the lights were on, a dead giveaway.
There was another knock.
Well, forget it, thought Livvy. How are people getting through the gate? Is it broken?
“Olivia, it’s Wan-li,” she heard a voice say.
Wan-li? she thought. It did sound like Wan-li but what was she doing here, and at this hour? And what would Wan-li want with her?
“Olivia, open the door.”
Livvy quietly got up and snuck over to it.
“Open the door,” came Wan-li’s quiet voice, as though she knew that Livvy was standing there.
Livvy reached a hand to the knob but hesitated. Finally, she unlocked the deadbolt and knob but left the chain in place, opening the door. It was Wan-li and two of her suited doormen with her. She wore another Chinese silk dress, a different shade of green this time, a form-fitting cut with a high collar. Her black and white hair was pulled into a tight bun but this time a tiger eye comb gleamed in her hair as well.
“May I come in?”
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br /> Livvy hesitated, thinking about all the bad news that had come through this door lately.
“It is an urgent matter,” said Wan-li, waiting, her calm face revealing nothing.
Livvy opened the door and stood aside, waiting for the men to follow but they turned their backs to her and took up guard positions. She closed the door.
“Interesting…accommodations,” said Wan-li.
Livvy thought she heard a slight degree of disgust.
“You said it was urgent.”
Wan-li turned to her and pulled the top of her mandarin collar open. A vibrant sunburn in the shape of a perfect circle was on her chest. There were small white blisters in the center.
Amazed, Livvy took a step closer.
“That was a close one,” she said.
Wan-li looked down at it.
Livvy pulled the neckline of her t-shirt down and Wan-li looked at her sunburn, which had started to peel.
“Yes, I thought so,” said Wan-li.
They both covered up again.
I wonder how that corner on the market is looking now, thought Livvy.
“My business will not survive if I do not survive, yes?” said Wan-li, as if in response.
How does she do that? Livvy wondered as Wan-li looked around the apartment. Her eyes landed on the goggles on the table. She walked over to them and picked up one pair. As she lifted it, she examined the wiring between the two sets and then looked up at Livvy.
“Yes, explain again how this is going to work.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
A LOUD KNOCK on the door startled Ursula. Before she could say ‘enter’, the door flew open. It was Bruno, breathing heavily.
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