Nightjack (32 page)
Authors: Tom Piccirilli
“I don’t want anything.”
The knife moved between his hands. He stopped it, grabbed the blade between two fingers, and threw it in the ocean.
“You’re still holding it,” she said. “You pretended to throw it away, but you’ve still got it in your hand.”
Pace looked and there it was, in his fist. He sheathed the knife and wondered if he’d ever be rid of it. Or it of him.
“We must take care of your burns.”
“I’m all right.”
A hint of impatience tightened her voice. “You’ll learn to love me.”
“Maybe,” he said.
She left and he sat and watched the waves curling, crashing, and receding. His father said, Thanks for taking out the garbage, son. But you forgot to put the rock over the can and the raccoons got in again, there’s shit strewn all over the place, you think I got nothing better to do on my day off than run around the yard picking up old tuna cans?
Always with the tuna cans.
Robbie came by and sat in the sand. Pace asked, Hey, where’s all the chicks? Robbie’s chest opened and a martini and a lit cigarette popped out. He said, The chicks, sport, they’re way too much, the chicks will drive you crazy.
The others followed and filled the beach, one by one. Jimmy Boyd, Smoker, all the kids building sand castles, making little moats, digging holes deep as graves. Jack stood at the shore wearing his leather apron, washing his red hands in the ocean. The tide grew bloody.
Pace thought he heard the baby who would be born in a few months, trying to tell him something important. Pace turned his ear and listened, but the whispers of the child were lost in the churning of the ocean. Jack cocked an ear too. He wanted a son badly and would fight to be the father.
Out there, in the red waters, Princess Eirrin watched him as the ghosts of drowned sailors swam about her.
William Pacella tried to rise to the surface one final time, but the guy was too weak and Pace resisted. There was a brief animal mewl of anguish, a breath heavy with tobacco and chocolate, and then nothing more.
Crumble ran by and the kids threw down their shovels and chased after him. Daedalus circled far above, catching a warm air draft as he sailed above the limestone caves in the cliffs. His tears fell like rain across the harbor. Thaddeus, friend and companion to St. Paul, was still spreading the word of Christ across a troubled world, going person to person along the beach, holding Paul’s head out before him.
He whispered in Pace’s ear and told him that Armageddon approached.
Pace didn’t argue.
A moment later, Sariel and Rimmon sat beside him, waiting for the end times.
Rimmon, who grants success and good fortune, governor of the first order of seraphim, angel of lightning and fire, commanding 29,000 legions of burning choirs, stared into the horizon with a playful smile decaying on his lips. His sword was half-drawn, prepared to point at the sun.
Sariel, issuer of new bodies to the dead, chief of the repentants, possessor of the four keys to the four corners of the earth, and who will, when instructed by God, re-open the gates of Eden locked after the fall of humanity and guarded by the damned, reached out and offered Pace the keys.
Pace took them, raised them to his ear and gave them a little shake. The gentle ringing lifted the red waves higher and brought the moon closer. He still wasn’t sure if he was the guy who was supposed to build the ark this time or the one who just makes it keep raining.
You’ve come a long way since sewing the pajamas in the Work Activities center. He wanted another shot at making an ashtray. This was the place where all our psyches have been driven down by love. Eros is the god behind vulnerability, who exposes all of mankind, through love, betrayal, and cruelty to the inseparable blend of pain and pleasure. Pace was prepared for the place beyond love and hate.
He opened his fist. There was another torn, curled slip of paper in it. He refused to read it, for now.
He sat at his post, guarding the oblivious and ongoing sleeping world around him, awaiting the next call from the Lord to put everything down again.
About the Author
Tom Piccirilli is the author of twenty novels including SHADOW SEASON, THE COLD SPOT, THE COLDEST MILE, and A CHOIR OF ILL CHILDREN. He's won two International Thriller Awards and four Bram Stoker Awards, as well as having been nominated for the Edgar, the World Fantasy Award, the Macavity, and Le Grand Prix de L'imagination.
"Tom Piccirilli straddles genres with the boldness of the best writers today, blending suspense and crime fiction into tight, brutal masterpieces."
—
JAMES ROLLINS, New York Times bestselling author of
The Judas Strain
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