Diamond Eyes (49 page)

‘I’m afraid so. What did Kitching tell her?’

‘I don’t know, but the general wants to ping my GPS cane so she can catch me.’

‘On my way,’ Garland said, ending her phone conversation.

‘I’m amazed you could get reception down here,’ said Matron Sanchez.

‘One of the benefits of heading up the research division. Bad news,’ Garland added. ‘Our eye in the sky just scanned the taxi and there are only two heat signatures aside from the driver. They’re arriving at the local hospital as we speak — security cameras confirm the passengers are the doctors.’

‘Then where are Ben and Mira?’

‘My question exactly. I’m stationing two of my people here in case they return — Corporals Uno and Cinq.’

Yesterday is a dream, tomorrow a vision.
Look well to this day therefore and live it well

Sanskrit inscription

M
ira gripped tighter onto Ben and tugged him as swiftly as she could manage in the opposite direction.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Didn’t you hear that?’

‘Hear what? All I can hear is a happy crowd.’

‘They know we’re here, Ben! We have to get away! The general’s got two corporals here to look for us!’

‘Is Kitching here too?’

‘I didn’t hear his voice, and Petal said there were only three extras in here before us, so I’d guess no. Anyway, it doesn’t matter if he’s here or not. The general wants to catch us as well. Generals command colonels, don’t they?’

‘Usually, I guess …’

‘Then who’s to say she’s not the ringleader? She refused to tell Matron Sanchez what really happened.’

‘Good point. Well, we signed in at the gate, so it doesn’t matter where we go inside Serenity — they’ll find us eventually. We need to get out of here in a way that makes it look as if we’re still here.’

‘Hey, that’s right.’ She halted again and Ben bumped into her. ‘So we can’t go past Petal. She knows my name.’

Mira opened her eyes and scanned the brightly lit yester-week version of the room through her sunglasses. Along all four walls were metal doors painted brightly with stars and flowers, and prison bars decorated with tinsel streamers and balloons. In two corners roped-off corridors stretched into darkness.

‘What are you thinking?’ Ben whispered.

‘I’m thinking one of those corridors might lead to another exit.’

‘Well, don’t look at me. I got all turned around in here.’

Mira grinned, feeling more confident. ‘Relax. We’ll go this way. The admin building used to be a cell block, so the dungeons might have been connected across to it. It’s worth a try.’

Mira closed her eyes again and placed Ben’s hand firmly onto her shoulder. ‘Slower now,’ she warned. ‘I have to use a combination of what I can see and feel, and if something’s in the way, it gets … well, a bit confusing.’

She made it to the rope at the mouth of the corridor, unlatched it to allow Ben through and then latched it closed again behind them.

‘Boy, and I thought it was dark before,’ he whispered.

‘It gets dark here for me too.’

She used the broomstick to find the wall to her left and followed it until darkness consumed her. Then she came to another wall, this one blocking their path. She explored it with her hands. ‘Feels like bricks.’

‘Sloppy job,’ Ben said. His hands bumped into hers on the wall and they both flinched. ‘I guess we go back?’

Mira gripped his shirt. ‘Give me a second. If these dungeons are a century old, maybe there was more light down here then?’

‘Don’t push yourself. If it’s too scary, we can always go back and face the general in front of a few hundred witnesses.’

Despite his reassurance, she could hear the worry in his voice, and his palm was damp with sweat where it touched the shoulder of her dress.

She backed against him, needing a pillar of reliability, then steeled herself and lifted her sunglasses. She sighed in relief to find she wasn’t entombed in solid earth. The corridor stretched away in both directions, opening into larger dungeons at each end, both lit by lanterns.

‘This wall wasn’t here. There’s much more tunnel behind it.’

Exploring the wall more thoroughly with both hands from corner to corner, she found a small unlocked door in the adjacent wall of a cell. Opening it, and stumbling through a short corridor of boxes, chairs and crumbling Christmas decorations, she found another brick wall — and another invisible door.

‘Boy, if I thought it was dark before,’ Ben whispered.

‘You already said that. You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?’

‘I didn’t think so until now. Are you confident we shouldn’t turn back?’

‘Trust me …’ She opened the second door. ‘This was a storeroom. It takes up a section of the tunnel and at least two cells on this side, which is why we came in through a side door, but there’s a second big dungeon ahead of us now.’

Running the broomstick against the stone wall to her left, she led him more confidently past the last ten cells in the corridor.

In the larger dungeon at the end, bodies littered the dirty straw scattered over the earthen floor. Another two prisoners were roped against the wall; a shirtless guard flogging them even though blue blood already ran in rivulets down their raggedy pants. Nearby, four other guards shared the contents of a fat bottle and laughed.

Mira covered her mouth, trying to hold down the contents of her stomach.

‘What’s wrong?’ Ben asked.

‘There are prisoners here — being tortured to death. And the guards are enjoying it!’

‘They can’t hurt you now, Mira.’ Ben wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her close. ‘Can you see how they got down here?’

As Mira looked up, a square hole opened in the roof at the far end of the dungeon and another prisoner fell through it. A guard was lowered down after him, his foot hooked in the noose of a thick rope.

‘Well, there’s a rope and a trapdoor over there,’ she said.

‘No stairs? A rope isn’t likely to be safe after a hundred-and-twenty-odd years.’

‘No, but we can build our own stairs with the boxes from the storeroom, so long as the trapdoor still works.’

‘And it hasn’t got furniture parked on top of it.’

‘Let’s test it.’

She stepped over a ghostly corpse and tugged Ben by the hand, carefully using her makeshift cane to ensure he didn’t bump into any solid hazards.

The broomstick found another wall blocking their way.

‘Uh-oh. Stay here.’

‘More brick?’ Ben asked as she explored the wall.

‘Much longer this time. I think it spans the whole width of this … Ah. Here it is.’

She hurried back for him and led him to an invisible door in the corner.

‘Hey, there’s light through there,’ he whispered. ‘My turn to be useful. Wait here.’

His footsteps padded quietly away, then came jogging swiftly back.

‘All clear. Bit of a maze, though. It’s an abandoned wine cellar. Give me your hand.’

She sneezed as he led her forward, nearly forcing her to tread on the legs of a skinny prisoner who was shackled to the stone wall.

‘If it’s abandoned, why can you see light?’ she asked.

‘Someone’s been down here recently. They’ve left their candles burning — old rags for wicks, stuffed into wine bottles … Watch out for that barrel!’

Mira donned her glasses again and the blue dungeon vanished, replaced by a stack of purple wine barrels and twelve aisles of wine racks. At the far end of them was a ladder made of bedsheets and slats from a wine crate.

‘This way,’ Ben said, leading her towards it. As she passed the last aisle, she saw a ghostly Freddie Leopard squatting in the corner — or someone who could have been his twin brother. He was feeding food scraps out of his pocket to a trail of ants.

Ah, so?
she read from his lips.
This seafood stick fails to interest you, my little pets, which means someone is trying to pass it off to me as safe food.

She sneezed again and he looked up. He stared straight at her and mimed:
Hello, Mira. The end is coming. You must hurry.

She stumbled into Ben. ‘Out! Out!’ she urged, pushing him towards the ladder. She heard the timber rungs creak, followed by a heavy thud as Ben declared victory on the latch of the trapdoor.

The ghost turned his head in time with her footsteps, watching her the whole way. Mira didn’t take her eyes off him either, all the way up the ladder.

She scrambled to her feet — they were in an office — and slammed the trapdoor shut.

‘Lock it! she panted.

‘There’s no lock, but I think this mat was hiding … Hey, calm down, Mira. We’re in the matron’s office.’

Mira felt something sticky and stringy leashing her to the floor. Panicking, she struggled to rid herself of it.

‘Hold still. It’s just a cobweb.’

He peeled it off her shoulders and face. Relieved, she took a moment to catch her breath.

‘What’s got you so rattled?’ Ben said. ‘All we have to do now is borrow a government car. The side gate between the loading bay and kitchen opens automatically for authorised vehicles on their way out.’

Mira shook her head. ‘It’s not that. I … I saw another ghost down there — and he saw me!’

‘Like the boy at the Drift Inn? Isn’t that a good thing?’

‘How could it be?’

‘Well, for one thing it means you’re not alone; even without me.’

‘I guess so.’ Somehow, it did not make her feel better.

She looked around the room and saw a collection of paintings that showed Likiba Isle over the centuries. The biggest was a sketch of prisoners trudging downhill alongside a bullock wagon full of garden tools, their untidy ranks flanked on each side by three guards on horseback.

‘1882?’ she read from the caption. ‘Hey, look! This is what I saw from the sky! These buildings — these saplings and all the people! This artist saw the same thing as me!’

‘Nothing surprises me anymore.’ Ben’s footsteps crossed the room. ‘Hang on. I take that back. There’s a note here warning us against taking a government car with GPS. It was sitting on a pair of bedsheets with a hot pink set of car keys.’

In the cellar, Fredarick remained silent in the darkest corner.

How easy it would have been for him to burst up through the trapdoor like a jackass-in-the-box and shout ‘surprise’ before they had left. Freddie would have done that. He would have tried to stop them again, in his own wacky way, as he had when he’d smashed Mira’s key and cane near the gate.

Instead, his shyest and wisest alter-ego had left gifts for them — everything they’d need to slip away for their one final moment of bliss, however brief.

Yet guilt and fear still plagued him — no less now than that first day a fortnight ago, when he’d been feeding ants and been startled by the echo of footsteps and voices in the quietest place he’d ever found on the island.

‘Hello, Mira,’ he’d said, recognising her voice at once and knowing that one day, after the screaming echoes had become whispers, she would see his ghost and read his lips.

Should he have warned her to hurry, when he knew too well the fate that awaited them? He lived in hope that nothing unheard of would happen — unheard of through future echoes — or at least nothing to make the situation any worse than it already would be.

Every second counted now, but at least he knew Ben and Mira would make the most of their final moments together. He waited until he knew they were gone, then slid up through the floor, like the ghost Mira had thought him to be, then tidied the rug, and took his place in the oldest visitors’ chair by the desk.

‘Now it is time,’ he said to the long dead faces on the wall, ‘… on the brink of too late, that I must wait here in the warm cocoon of my beloved’s locked office. Just me, and you, and these obsidian Greek Gods who pretend not to be guarding her desk.’

He turned up the volume on his headphones until he could feel the silent throb of the music, a beat that also quickened his heart. He’d listened to the echoes of his angel’s footsteps for so long, he knew exactly when to look to the door to greet her.

Outside, her silent key was rattling its echoes into the past, and as she entered, a heavenly silence followed her.

Hands only,
he signed.
For a few precious moments of bliss.

Sanchez started at the sight of him.

Fredarick!
she exclaimed with her hands.
How did you get in here?
She leaned closer, noticing his wig was on backwards.
Or is that you, Freddie? I’ve had search teams hunting everywhere!

He shrugged, and invited her to sit.

I’d love to, honey, but I’ve got an important call to make.

No need,
he signed in reply.
Ben turned off his phone.

Sanchez tried anyway, but the automatic voice on the other end of her connection confirmed it. She looked at Fredarick.
How did you know that?