The Templar Chronicles (51 page)

Now, seven years later, he knew little would remain of the woman he had once held so lovingly in his arms. The human body began decomposing shortly after death and nature was remarkably efficient at the process of tearing it down. Cade knew that within just a few weeks the hair, teeth, and nails become detached from the rest of the body, the body itself swells with gases, the skin splits open, and the tissues begin to liquefy. After about a year all that’s left are a bare skeleton and teeth.

As Cade cleaned the last of the dirt from the lid of the coffin, Riley jumped back down into the pit, a pair of tire irons in hand.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Nothing but dust and bones, Cade thought, dust and bones. I can handle that.

The lock on the casket wasn’t a typical pin and tumbler device but actually a simple cranking mechanism. A narrow key, similar to an Allen wrench, was inserted into the lock and then the key was turned several times to crank down the lid and seal it tightly. Cade had no doubt that moisture from the spring rains and melting winter snow had gotten into the lock over the years, corroding the interior, sealing together the moving parts deep in the core, and so he hadn’t even bothered trying to get his hands on a proper casket key. Instead, he’d brought along a battery-powered electric drill and he used it now to drill out the lock itself, driving deep holes into the center of the mechanism, effectively rendering it useless.

When he was finished, Riley handed him one of the two crowbars they had brought with them and each man took up a position on either side of lock with about three feet between them. Inserting the flat ends of their wedges into the thin space along the rubber seal between the side of the casket and the lid, they counted to three aloud and then pushed down with all their weight.

At first the lid resisted their effort to open it. But after working at it for several long minutes, they began to make some headway. Finally, there was a sharp crack as the lock broke and the lid jumped open a few inches before coming back down to rest against the edge of their crowbars.

Riley stepped back a few feet, giving Cade some distance out of respect for what he had to do, and for that Cade was grateful. Cade put down the crowbar, placed both hands on the lid, bracing himself for what was to come. Gathering his courage, he said a quick prayer for forgiveness, and then pushed the lid fully open.

For a long moment all he could do was stare. Somewhere in the back of his mind he dimly registered Riley’s whispered “Mary, Mother of God!” but he didn’t acknowledge it. He couldn’t have, even if he’d wanted to, for what lay in front of him had stripped him of his ability to do anything but stare in shocked amazement.

His wife Gabrielle’s body lay inside the casket just as it had on the day they’d sealed it away, perfectly preserved and without even the faintest hint of decomposition or decay. It was as if she belonged in some storybook fairytale, Sleeping Beauty or Snow White or some such, the princess resting peacefully on the bed of white silk that lined the casket, dressed in the sky blue summer dress that Cade had selected for her so long ago. Her hair shone as though a brush had been run through those auburn tresses only moments before and her skin was firm and taut, just as it had been in life. Her good eye was still closed, adding to the illusion that she was just sleeping, and it was so perfect, so real, that Cade found himself reaching out with one hand, intent on checking for a pulse, half-believing for just a moment that maybe she wasn’t dead, that there had been some horrible mistake and that she had been waiting here all this time for him to come and rescue here.

Reality came rushing back in with a crash, as his gaze landed on the thick piece of gauze that had been used to cover the other side of her face, the side that the Adversary had sloughed the skin from, leaving the tissue and muscles beneath exposed to the light, and on the end of the autopsy incision that could just been seen near the scooped neckline of her dress. Gabrielle was dead, Cade knew that, knew it with the certainty of one who has loved and lost, and yet…and yet something clearly wasn’t right here.

“What sorcery is this?” Riley asked, stepping back up next to Cade so as to get a better look at the tableau laid out before him.

Sorcery indeed Cade thought, and he knew that Riley had it right in one. Sorcery was exactly what had happened here, sorcery of the type that only a creature as powerful as the Adversary could pull off. With a sudden flash of understanding, Cade reached up and pulled the eye patch off his right eye. He turned his bad eye just so, activating his Sight, and the shimmering web of arcane energies that surrounded his wife’s body sprang into view, wrapping her so deeply in their depths that she resembled a spider’s prey encased in a cocoon.

Cade let Riley know what he was seeing.

“This is not good, boss, not good at all,” the big master sergeant said and for the first time that night there was a hint of fear in his tone.

“Tell me about it,” Cade muttered back in reply, still examining the black glistening bands of energy that shimmered with power in front of his eyes. He’d never seen anything like them and considering all the strange and unusual things he’d dealt with in the years since he’d joined the Order that was saying a lot.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m taking her home,” Cade replied, hesitantly at first, and then with more conviction. “Yes, taking her home.”

Riley ran a dirty hand over his bald head. “Man, I don’t know,” he said. He started pacing in the small space in front of the unearthed casket. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Cade laughed and there wasn’t anything close to humor in it. “Of course it’s not a good idea. But what else am I going to do? Leave her here? Just cover her up again and pretend that I don’t know anything about it? Not bloody likely!”

“Damn it, Cade, for all you know she’s some kind of ticking time bomb, waiting until she’s close enough to her target before going off with a bang. You can’t bring that kind of power into the commandery without knowing more about it.”

Cade shook his head. “I don’t intend to. I’m not talking about bringing her back to the commandery, I’m talking about taking her home. To my place. I can put her in the workshop, get someone I know to erect a series of wards around her. That way, if anything does happen, it will be confined within the bounds of a sacred circle, limiting its impact.”

“How do you even know it’s safe to touch her?”

Cade gave that one some thought. His Sight hadn’t manifested itself until several weeks after Gabrielle’s funeral, so he hadn’t known anything about the mysterious web of power before unearthing her body, but he suspected that whatever it was, it had been there since the moment the Adversary had snatched her life away. Which meant that the police, the coroner, and even the funeral home staff had touched her without disturbing it and that reinforced Cade’s suspicion that he could do the same. Impulsively, he reached out toward her and Riley’s shouted “No!” but wasn’t in time to stop Cade from laying his hand upon Gabrielle’s.

CHAPTER FOUR

Her skin was warm.

So warm that Cade could feel its heat even through the thin cotton gloves that he habitually wore.

It was utterly unexpected and Cade snatched his hand back, swearing beneath his breath.

“What is it?” Riley asked, and when Cade turned to face him, he found Riley standing with his gun pointed at the casket, his gaze jumping back and forth between Gabrielle’s body and Cade himself.

“Her skin,” Cade said, “It’s…warm.”

“Warm?” Riley asked, his thumb stealing along the butt of his pistol and flicking the safety off as he turned to give the casket and what it contained his full attention.

Cade pushed the muzzle of the gun downward. “It’s okay,” he said, holding up his other hand in a calming gesture, “it just surprised me is all. I wasn’t expecting it.”

Riley still looked uneasy, but he deferred to Cade’s judgment.

Cade reached in, sliding his hands beneath his wife’s body, and lifted her carefully out of the casket. Her body was soft and pliant, like she had simply fallen asleep rather than been dead and buried for seven long years. Feelings Cade had never adequately dealt with came rushing back, threatening to overwhelm him.

Focus, man, focus.

Turning, he passed Gabrielle up to Riley, who placed her gently in the grass a few feet away as Cade climbed out of the grave. The two men picked up the shovels and got to work, filling in the grave as quickly as they could, conscious that if they were discovered now it would be disastrous.

Filling in the hole took a lot less time than digging it had and it wasn’t long before they were winding their way back between the headstones, Riley carrying the tools and leading the way while Cade followed behind with Gabrielle’s body slung over one shoulder in a fireman’s carry. When they reached the stone wall that marked the burial ground’s perimeter, Riley tossed the tools one at a time over the top. The ’clank’ they made as they landed in the gravel on the other side seemed unnaturally loud in the night’s stillness. They waited a moment to see if anything came of it and when nothing did, Riley boosted himself up onto the wall and then disappeared over the other side.

It was about a ten minute walk back to where they’d left the Jeep, which meant Cade had some time along with Gabrielle before Riley returned. He sat with her in his arms, his back against the wall, and talked to her. Told her how much he loved her. How much he missed her. How sorry he was that he hadn’t searched for her before this and of how he would do anything to release her from whatever strange sorcery held her in its grip. His tears flowed freely.

A few moments later Riley was back, a blanket and coil of rope he’d taken from the back of Cade’s truck in hand.

Riley tossed the blanket over the wall to Cade, who used it to wrap up Gabrielle’s body. While Riley held on to one end of the rope, Cade wound the other end around the blanket-wrapped form, tied it securely off, and then climbed up astride the wall where he guided the bundle up the side of the wall as Riley hauled on the rope from the other side. Once the body reached the top, Cade lifted it over the edge and then passed it down to Riley, who was waiting below.

Riley picked up the tools and then led the way through the woods as Cade followed behind him carrying Gabrielle. It didn’t take them long and both men breathed a sigh of relief once Gabrielle’s body was secured beneath a blanket in the rear compartment.

The ride itself passed without incident. Arriving at his home, Cade drove around behind the house to his workshop, a two story barn that he had gutted and remodeled shortly after buying the property. He turned the Jeep around in the drive and backed it up close to the entrance. His neighbors were half a mile away on either side, far enough that the chances of being seen were slim in the middle of the day, never mind the dead of night, but Cade had learned to be cautious. The two men maneuvered Gabrielle’s body out of the back of the Jeep and carried it inside.

What had once been horse stables was now a large, open room with bookshelves lining the walls and several work tables arranged in a semi-circle facing toward the door. A wood-burning stove stood in the far corner, its thick black pipe running up through the floor of the second story high above.

Cade caught Riley’s glance at the throw rug in the center of the room between the tables, where a large mirror had been hidden only a few weeks before.

“Don’t worry, it’s gone.” Cade said.

The mirror had served its purpose, allowing Cade regular travel into the Beyond while he searched for his wife’s shade, but it had almost killed him too. If it hadn’t been for Riley’s timely arrival on that night less than a month before, he would have died from hunger and thirst, the prolonged travel in and out of the Beyond having depleted his body’s natural resources without him being aware of it. Riley had called in the cavalry, rushing him by helicopter to the nearby Ravensgate Commandery and into the care of the best physicians the Order had on call.

Cade still wasn’t exactly clear about who or what had miraculously cured him while in the hospital, but there was no doubt that it had been a supernatural event. He had vague memories of a hooded figure standing over his bedside but that was all. At the time he’d suspected Sergeant Duncan of using his own unusual powers to heal him, but the younger soldier swore adamantly that he had nothing to do with it when confronted later about the issue.

They carried Gabrielle’s body over to the couch and laid her down gently.

“You want me to get a few of our mystics over here?” Riley asked, reaching for the cell phone on his belt.

Cade shook his head. “I’d rather keep the Order out of this for as long as I can.”

“But I thought you were going to have the place warded?”

“I am. I’m just not going to use the Order’s mystics to do it.”

Riley thought about that one for a moment, then, “Okay. I suspect this is one of those things that I don’t really want to know, right?”

Cade lifted his hands in a “what can I say?” gesture.

Over the years Cade had cultivated various contacts outside the approved ranks of those the Order considered allies and he used them whenever necessary, despite the fact that doing so was against the Rule. Riley was aware of the practice and even condoned it in certain situations, but he preferred to remain ignorant of the details unless it was absolutely necessary that he be brought into the loop.

“That’s fine with me. Just get those wards up as soon as possible.”

“I will. You can trust me on that.”

Riley grunted, glanced once more at Gabrielle, and then moved toward the door.

“Matt?”

Riley turned and faced him.

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

The other man smiled at last. “You owe me so many I’ve lost count. But you’re welcome anyway.”

*** ***

About an hour after Riley left there was a soft knock on the workshop door. When Cade opened it, a dark-haired woman slipped inside and moved to the center of the room.

“Thanks for coming so quickly, Denise,” Cade said as she marched past him without even a hello. She was a fit woman in her late twenties, dressed simply in jeans, a pull-over sweatshirt, and hiking boots. Her brown hair was pulled back with a rubber band, but Cade could still see a streak of green and blue here and there. A green Army surplus satchel hung from a strap over her shoulder.