Sins of the Demon (31 page)

“That is subjective,” he replied. “But I would conjecture that one such as yourself would not be pleased with the possibility of widespread destruction and upheaval of the current society.”

I swallowed. “Yeah, good conjecture there,” I muttered. “Why does Raymond Bergeron need a summoner?”

“Because the abilities of a summoner are required for the initial opening of a gate,” he answered. He tilted his head. “And if that summoner is bound into the gate by another summoner, it can then be opened and closed at the second summoner’s will.”

Figured. “And is he doing this with the goal of impressing Szerain and perhaps calling him?” I eyed the
demon with a knowing smile and he gave a soft hiss of approval.

“I do not know his mind,” the
reyza
answered. “But there are other lords, and I’m certain you are able to conjecture the benefits of owning a gate.”

I shoved my hand through my hair. I could definitely conjecture what would happen if a sociopath like Tracy ended up with it. “If I destroy this,” I lifted my chin toward the diagram in front of me, “will it make it impossible for the gate to form?”

“No,” Kehlirik replied. “This merely refines and concentrates the power drawn from the portals.”

I frowned, disappointed.

“However,” he continued, “destroying it will cause the power flows to be weaker. It is far more likely that a skilled summoner could dismantle an unfocused gate.”

That was better. A lot better. “Did Raymond Bergeron screw up by not telling you to keep quiet about all this?”

The demon stood and spread his wings, baring his teeth in an unmistakable grin. “He did.”

I had the feeling the demon didn’t care much for Tracy/Raymond. Laughing, I retreated to the kitchen and found an empty plastic pitcher. After filling it to the brim with water, I returned to the door of the bedroom. “Just so we’re clear,” I asked, “you’ll only attack me if I enter the room, right?”

“That is correct, little summoner.” Clearly he knew what I was up to, because he shifted to the far corner of the room and shielded his book with one wing.

“Awesome.” I let fly with the pitcher of water toward the diagram, smiling in vicious satisfaction as the chalk lines blurred and melted into each other. I couldn’t feel
the arcane, but I knew there was no way that diagram was still active.

I set the pitcher down and gave the demon a respectful bow. “My thanks, Kehlirik.”

“It was my honor, Kara Gillian,” he replied, bowing his head in response.

I started to leave, but then paused and turned back. “One more thing…would the wards surrounding this house prevent me from being summoned?”

The demon shook his head. “Those protections are far more specialized.”

Oh well, that was probably too much to hope for. “Okay, then, are you prohibited from altering the wards protecting this house?”

A deep rumbling came from the demon. “I am not.”

I flicked a glance to the book he was reading. “There’s this TV show that I think you’d really like.” I said, thinking of the space cowboy thing Ryan had strong-armed me into watching. I looked back to the demon. “If you could deactivate the wards, I’ll summon you as soon as is possible so that you can watch it.”

“These are terms I can and will abide by,” he answered, to my delight and relief.

I could tolerate watching the show again if it meant I wouldn’t have to puke on my way back out.

I headed to the front door. “Ryan, did you hear all that?”

“I did,” he said through the earpiece. “Tell Kehlirik I love him.”

“Like hell,” I replied. “I’d rather not piss him off.”

*  *  *

As soon as I got back in the car—without having to stop and puke, thankfully—I called Jill and put her on speakerphone to give her the rundown. “My next job is to figure out if there’s some way to block the portals so he can’t pull power from them,” I said after I caught her up. “Problem now is that I don’t know if that’s possible. Plus there are probably some other portals in play that he knew about before he started using enemies of mine to find these latest three portals.”

“I was thinking there might be other portals too,” Jill said. “I put this focus you just found on the map to see if we could maybe figure out where other portals might be, but it still isn’t all that clear. I mean, it’s not forming some recognizable pattern.”

I considered that for a moment while I absently toyed with the cuff. My eyes dropped to the mark on the inside of my left forearm. Without othersight it was practically invisible, like a faint and faded henna tattoo. “Well, unfortunately it might be part of a pattern that we don’t recognize. A sigil or a mark.”

“Sort of like constellations, right?” she replied. “If you only have half the stars of the big dipper, you’d never realize that’s what it is.”

“Exactly.”

Ryan rubbed his chin. “But do we need to know what the whole constellation is?”

I exhaled. “Well, without knowing the whole pattern we don’t stand much chance of figuring out how to disable it—which would be a whole lot nicer and neater to do instead of having some big fucking showdown or confrontation. He can’t start this shit without me, and as
long as I’m wearing the cuff, I’m not going to be feeling compelled to head there.”

Zack grinned. “No confrontation? Is that even allowed?”

“Well, if not,” I said, “I plan on being a bad girl.”

Jill gave a snort. “So what else is new?”

I ran a thumb over the mark on my forearm. “Jill, if I give you some general locations, can you look in your database and see if there’ve been any deaths there in the last, say, forty years or so?”

“I
think
so,” she said. “The records department supposedly just finished putting the last fifty years of reords online.”

I gave her the locations that Rhyzkahl had looked up on my computer. “Look for deaths that would have occurred right before the summoning of Szerain, or within a year or so.”

Ryan narrowed his eyes. “You think that they might have tried to open this gate-thing once before?”

“Right,” I said. I didn’t look up at him, since I wasn’t sure I could keep my face totally neutral. “Szerain was up to something, and I think that he needed an easier way to be summoned.” But would that have been enough to get him punished? There had to be more to his crime than that.

Out of nowhere the memory of my dream swam up. For an instant I could smell the dust of the place on my tongue, feel the stone against my feet.

.…smooth marble cool against my cheek as I struggled for breath, the taste of blood thick in my mouth…

“Kara. Kara?”

I blinked and jerked my gaze up to Ryan.
What the hell just happened? That wasn’t part of the dream.

“You okay?” he asked. “You just went pale.”

I forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just hungry, most likely. We should go grab a bite to eat soon.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” he said.

Jill cleared her throat on the phone. “You were right, Kara. Three deaths. All looked to be natural.”

“And I’ll bet anything that all three were linked somehow to one of the summoners,” I said. “Then that summoner was killed by Rhyzkahl in the summoning-of-Szerain that went wrong, and so now Tracy’s picking up where he or she left off.” I fought the urge to slide a look toward Ryan.
I wonder how Tracy would react if he knew that Ryan was Szerain.
I bit back an inappropriate giggle. With as many oaths and secrets and whatnot going on around Ryan, I had no doubt that Tracy was completely clueless as to that little detail.

My phone beeped to indicate another call was coming in—one with an out-of-state area code. Something about the number tickled at my memory, but I couldn’t immediately pin it down. “Lemme get this call, Jill. If it’s a telemarketer I’ll just hang up on them.”

I took it off speakerphone and clicked on the new call. “Detective Gillian,” I answered.

“Kara? It’s Roman.”

Something about the tone of his voice sent a warning zing through my body. “Hiya, Roman. What’s up?” I replied, keeping my own tone light.

“There’s a man here with a gun pointed at my head,” he said, and now I could hear the slight shake in his voice. “He says if you don’t come to the…the gate he’s going to shoot me.”

I couldn’t breathe for several seconds. When I finally
could I said, “It’s going to be all right, Roman. Let me talk to him, please.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. I upped the volume on the phone and motioned him closer so that he could listen in.

“Hello, Kara,” Tracy said after a few seconds. “I figured you needed some incentive to move you along.”

“You’re a cocksucker. Where is this gate? I haven’t been able to pinpoint it.”

“That’s because you’re being stubborn and resisting it, but it doesn’t matter now. Come to three five two Garden Street. Oh, and the usual ‘no weapons’ and ‘come alone’ rules apply. I have a
zhurn
helping keep a lookout. If it catches a whiff of any of your FBI friends—or any other cops for that matter—your ex here will get splattered, and the cops will get torn apart.” He said it easily, with a laugh in his voice. “Speaking of, I’m intrigued by the fact that there’s been no traffic on the PD radio about a shooting victim at my house. I know I didn’t miss. How’d you manage to cover that one up?”

“She was wearing a vest,” I managed through the white-hot rage sweeping through me.
He had no clue she was a demon. He meant to kill her.

“Ah, smart of her. Anyway, your ex here is
not
wearing a vest. So please do get your ass down here. I have shit to do. You have half an hour.” And with that he hung up.

I slowly lowered the phone. “Guess we’re going to have a confrontation after all.”

The first confrontation turned out to be an argument with Ryan about whether I should go there alone or not. Obviously, Ryan was in the “or not” camp. So was I, to be honest, but at the same time I didn’t want to risk anyone else getting hurt or killed.

“Yes, it’s a hostage situation,” I finally said after he tried to convince me to call in the SWAT team. “But I’m not about to risk other cops if there really is a
zhurn
acting as lookout and guard. Plus, the fact that our suspect is a cop is going to raise all sorts of issues.” I checked my watch. Ten minutes left. We were parked about a block away from the address Roman had given us. I’d retrieved my ballistic vest from the trunk and put it on beneath my shirt and coat. I also wore the wire and earpiece.

“You don’t sound sure about the
zhurn
,” Zack said, frowning. He wasn’t any happier about our limited options or our time frame. But I had no doubt Tracy would pull the trigger. He’d killed plenty of others already.

“I’m not, but only because of Kehlirik. If Tracy summoned a
reyza
, would he be able to summon a
zhurn
as well? That’s two major summonings—tough for anybody
to do, even if done on two different days.” Plus it was several days after the full moon. The summoning of Kehlirik would have already been insanely difficult.

“Tough, but not impossible,” Ryan pointed out.

“Right. And Tracy’s a smart guy. It’s quite possible he has the chops to do it, so I’d rather act on the assumption that there
is
another demon in play. Or something else he hasn’t told us about.”

Ryan’s mouth tightened. “Fine. No SWAT, but Zack and I are going to be watching the perimeter and listening in.”

I took a deep breath, trying to settle the churning of my gut. “He needs me alive. And as long as I’m wearing the cuff, he can’t use me to activate the gate. That’s our big advantage. I’ll go in, get him to release Roman, and then fuck up his world.”

“I hate this plan,” he muttered.

I forced a grin. “I would expect no less.” I glanced at my watch. “Okay, we’re not going to get any readier. Let’s get this shit over with.”

Garden Street was anything but garden-y. It was probably intended to be a high-tech industrial park, but whoever had built it failed to consider the fact that Beaulac’s industry tended more to tourism and general suburbia. Sprawling warehouses had been built, but the expected flock of high-tech industry failed to materialize. Now it housed run-of-the-mill businesses such as a carpet store and a plumbing supply place. Although most of the warehouses actually had tenants, I had a feeling the owners found it necessary to drop the rent far below what they’d initially expected to get.

The warehouse I was going to was not one of the occupied ones. It looked like it had been at one time—there was a faded patch on the front façade that looked as if a sign had once been there. But when we drove by to see if we could make any sort of security assessment, we couldn’t see any lights beyond the glass doors in front. And there were no cars parked anywhere nearby.

Ryan stopped the car a few hundred yards away from my destination. I half-expected him to come up with another argument against me walking in there, but thankfully he simply gave me an encouraging smile and silently handed me the mike and earpiece.

I clipped the mike inside my jacket, stuck the earpiece into my ear. “Here goes,” I said, then got out of the car before I could lose my nerve.

The brief walk should have given me a chance to try and calm my jangled nerves, but I couldn’t stop the worries from crowding in. Could Tracy sense that I’d destroyed his focus diagram? Or would he only know that when he tried to fire the gate up? Surely he would have said something on the phone if he knew. And how much would that affect the gate? Kehlirik had said it would still work but not as well. How much was “not as well?”

“Can you hear me?” Ryan’s voice came in through my earpiece.

“Loud and clear,” I murmured under my breath as I approached the double glass doors. The previous tenants had apparently been in some sort of stucco business, to judge by the faint imprint of painted letters that still remained on the doors.

“And you’re coming in strong too. I’m worried about how it’s going to work in the metal building though.”

“Guess we’ll find out the hard way,” I replied, pausing before I entered.
Here goes. Let’s not fuck this up, ‘kay?