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Authors: Laura Resnick

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“No, I mean that one of the rumors you mentioned is that the Buonarottis killed Gabriel’s father. So why would Gabriel work with Michael Buonarotti now?”
“What if he
ain’t
working with him?” Lucky suggested, putting his shoes and socks back on over his painted feet. “What if he’s just using him?”
“But Gabriel duplicated the widow,” I argued. “Which we’re assuming was essentially a favor to Buonarotti.”
“Well, sure,” Lucky said. “If you’re using someone expendable to do your dirty work, you keep him happy for as long as you need him. You give him little things now, and you promise him big things later on.”
“I see!” Max said. “Don Michael’s motive for working with Father Gabriel is to position the Buonarottis to gain power. But it doesn’t necessarily follow that he’ll get what he wants when the Corvinos and Gambellos descend into chaos.”
“Oh,”
I said, also seeing. “Gabriel will betray him, or expose him, or turn on him.”
“Or get the Gambellos and the Corvinos to turn on the Buonarottis after we’ve already turned on each other,” Lucky said. “A
three
-way war would make a hell of a mess.”
“Yes,” I said with a nod, realizing Lucky was right. “If he does indeed want to destroy all three families, that may well be his plan.” I felt appalled as I realized the scope of the devious scheme. “But innocent people could get hurt, too! Even killed. Doesn’t he realize that?”
“He’s evidently so obsessed with revenge that he considers it acceptable,” Max said grimly. “After all, he’s trying to kill you, though you had nothing whatsoever to do with his father’s murder.”
“He’s trying to whack Elena and your boyfriend, too, who aren’t wiseguys, either,” Lucky added. “But if Max is right, and Gabriel ain’t willing to get physical—which sure sounds like how I remember him as a teenager—then he had to have a wiseguy help him get this thing started. He couldn’t do it alone. And Michael Buonarotti was the easiest one for him to recruit, since Gabriel’s father was on his crew back when Michael was a young capo.”
“Ah,” Max said, nodding. “So that’s how the accomplice was chosen.
Opportunity
. How fitting.”
“Do you think it’s possible Don Michael killed his father?” I asked.
“Of course, it’s possible,” Lucky said. “And you can bet it’s occurred to Gabriel. But he’s never found no evidence, no motive, nothing to convince him.”
“How do you know?” I asked.
“Because if Gabriel thought he knew who done it, would he bother doin’ all
this?
”
“Good point,” I said.
“And even if Don Michael didn’t do it,” Max said, “then he and his organization must nonetheless suffer for failing to protect his employee and prevent the murder.”
“And also for failing to find out who did it and punish him,” I said.
“Hey, you know something?” Lucky said, looking pleased. “You two are finally startin’ to understand how Our Thing works.”
 
I would have preferred to search the big old echoing shadowy interior of St. Monica’s during broad daylight and with lots of people around. Going there at midnight to confront Evil wasn’t my favorite possible plan.
However, if Father Gabriel suspected we were getting close to the truth, he would be escalating his activities. So we couldn’t wait until daylight. There might well be another victim by then—perhaps several. We had to find and destroy his workshop or altar
now
.
Since the church was where he acquired most of his tokens, as well as where he spent most of his time, we decided to start our search there. With our painted faces and our massive dog, we had trouble hailing a cab—go figure—so we wound up walking to St. Monica’s. By the time we got to our destination, Lucky was complaining that his feet hurt.
The main entrance to the church was locked when we arrived. This didn’t surprise us, and Lucky and Max were both adept at entering locked buildings—albeit via drastically different means—so we were able to open the door within moments.
Inside, the church was pitch black.
“Stay here, I’ll hit a light,” Lucky said.
A few moments later, I heard the click of a nearby switch, but the church remained cloaked in darkness.
“It’s not working,” Lucky said quietly. “Do you think the priest cut the power?”
“Maybe. Or maybe that switch is one of the gazillion things here that needs fixing.” I now remembered that the women’s auxiliary report had mentioned faulty electrical wiring in the sanctuary. I wished I had thought to bring a flashlight. “We’ll have trouble confronting Evil if we can’t even
see
it.”
“There are candles here,” Max said. “Let’s make our way to some of those.”
“I ain’t got matches,” Lucky said.
“Not to worry. I can generate an incendiary effect, but it’s momentary and volatile. Ergo, the stabilizing medium of physical substance is exigent.”
“He needs something to burn,” I said to Lucky.
“Oh, okay. Here, take my hand, kid.” A moment later, he said, “
That
ain’t my hand.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I can’t see anything.”
After I found Lucky’s hand with mine, I stretched out my other one. “Max?”
I felt the clasp of Max’s fingers, and then the three of us made our way gingerly down the left aisle, followed by Nelli. We shuffled toward the altar of St. Monica and the candles we hoped to find there. After we had gone perhaps thirty feet, Nelli started growling.
The stained glass windows allowed a faint amount of light to stream in from the streetlamps, and as my eyes adjusted, I could start to make out general shapes in the dark. So when something man-shaped rose from one of the church pews, I screamed.
This startled Max, who stumbled. Still holding my hand, he inadvertently yanked me with him. We fell together into the well of one of the old church pews. Lucky had let go of my hand when my fall yanked it out of his grip, and I heard his exclamation as he now saw what I had seen. Nelli was barking and snarling.
A moment later, the beam of a flashlight shone into Lucky’s face. He squinted, turned his head away, and then dived sideways into the darkness.
The person holding the flashlight called, “Max? Esther? I know you’re there. I don’t want to hurt you.”
It was Lucky’s voice.
I stopped breathing.
Oh, no, I thought.
No
.
The flashlight turned in our general direction. Since we were on the floor, the beam of light missed us and hit Nelli. From my prone position, I could see the snarling dog stiffen and freeze, evidently shocked by the sound of her friend’s voice coming from the creature she instinctively wanted to attack.
From the darkness about ten feet to our left, Lucky demanded, “Who’s there? Who’s got that light?”
“Who d’you
think?
” Lucky’s voice came from directly behind the flashlight, about fifteen feet in front of where Max and I lay in an awkward heap.
Nelli whined and backed away from the voice, unnerved by this turn of events. She stepped on my hair, immobilizing me. I could tell she was trembling.
“Who
is
that?” On our left, Lucky sounded confused and hostile.
“It’s me, you putz,” said the voice with the flashlight.
I started breathing again. In short little pants of panic. “Max,” I whispered. “What do we do?”
Max cleared his throat and called, “Lucky?”
Two men answered at once. “Yeah?”
“Oh, dear,” Max said.
“Shit,”
said Lucky.
“Lucky,” Max said, “I want you to think about what token you may have lost recently.”
“What?” said the creature with the flashlight.
“Token?” said Lucky on our left.
“Think
hard
,” I said.
“Right! What the hell that did that pickpocket priest filch from me?” Lucky said to himself. “What am I missing?”
I tugged at Nelli’s leg, trying to get her to take her foot off my hair. She was making confused little whining noises and still shaking.
“Doc? Get Nelli to calm down,” said the flashlight voice. “Look, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna behead that
thing
.”
“Thing? Oh, you gotta be
kidding
me,” said Lucky, outraged. I could tell that he was on the move, changing his location.
The doppelgangster could tell, too. The beam of its flashlight was searching the church, using its target’s voice as a guide. While searching, it called to us, “Doc, I just want to give you and Esther a quick poke with my knife and make sure you are who I think you are.”
“Poke?” Lucky said. “I think . . . hang on . . . yeah! One of my knives is missing, Doc! It’s not in my pocket. That demented priest stole a knife from me!”
“Then you know what to do, Lucky!” Max called.
“I was here to talk about
funerals
,” Lucky said angrily. “And he stole from me! In
church
.”
“
Focus
, Lucky!” I shouted.
“It turns out that the two of you was here talkin’ to Father Gabriel the other day when
I
thought you was in Brooklyn with me,” the doppelgangster said. “So now we’re gonna have to figure out who’s real and who ain’t.”
“The priest is lying to you!” I shouted at the doppelgangster. “He’s the one who’s behind all of this! And, anyhow,
you’re
the one who’s not real!”
The doppelgangster’s footsteps started approaching us. “Oh? Fine. Convince me.”
Nelli’s shaking got worse, and a horrible sound came out of her throat. She shifted position, evidently intending to protect us, but obviously reluctant to attack something that sounded like just Lucky. Fortunately, the uncertain shuffling of her paws allowed me to free my hair and sit up.
“Hey, you!” Lucky shouted from another part of the dark church. “Over here, schmuck!”
“Hold still and face the music like a man!” the doppelgangster snapped at Lucky. The beam of the flashlight roved around in search of its quarry. “I promise you won’t feel a thing.”
While the doppelgangster’s attention was distracted, I nudged Max, and we started hauling ourselves off the floor and out of the pew as quietly as we could. I grabbed Nelli’s leash, which Max had dropped when he fell, and tugged. She resisted, still swamped with indecision about the doppelgangster.
“Doc, an evil wizard made this thing,” Lucky called out to Max in the dark. “So I’m thinking it ain’t such a good idea to let it get near you and Esther with a knife!”
“He’s right,” I whispered to Max.
“Indeed.”
Lucky would never hurt us. But that creature wasn’t Lucky, and we didn’t know enough about doppelgangsters to be sure
it
would never hurt us. Under duress, Gabriel might be fiddling with the recipe, so to speak.
When Lucky spoke again, his location had changed once more. He shouted to us, “I’ll deal with this mook! You two, go.
Go!
”
“Nelli,
come!
” Max commanded sharply.
Max grabbed my hand and dragged me through the dark. Nelli came with us, her feet stepping on ours, her whining giving away our location. Perhaps the next time we confronted Evil, I thought, we should leave Nelli at home. We slipped past shadowy pews and a hulking shape that was probably St. Monica. Behind us, I heard the sounds of clattering wooden pews, cursing in Italian, and then a crash of glass—candleholders I guessed—as Lucky and his doppelgangster chased each other through the dark church.
When we reached the end of the aisle, we walked into a staircase. We didn’t know where it led, but we followed it blindly, ascending above the vast, dark area where Lucky and his doppelgangster were engaged in deadly stalking.
“Max, we can’t just leave Lucky,” I whispered urgently as we crept upward on the spiral staircase.
“We must! This is a delaying tactic,” Max whispered back.
“It’s a
deadly
tactic.” I was panting as I dragged Nelli behind me. She had decided she didn’t like climbing unfamiliar spiral stairs in the dark to an unknown destination. “That thing is armed with a knife! A
real
one.”
“The preparations we made before we left the lab will protect Lucky from the fatal curse.”
“What’s going to protect him from that thing stabbing him in a struggle?” I said.
“If Lucky gets the knife away from it—”
“That’s a big
if
, Max!”
“—it will disintegrate. Lucky knows that. The creature doesn’t.”
“That seems like an awfully slim advantage!”
“That doppelgangster is a trap, a distraction!” Max was climbing the curving staircase rapidly, just ahead of me, dragging me as I dragged Nelli. “The priest
wants
us to stay there and remain ensnared in dealing with that problem, rather than proceed. We
must
find Father Gabriel’s—
oof!
”

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