Part 21 (1/2)
This lady was doing gold-rush business.
”I guess it'll hafta be. I'd really prefer an hour but, maybe a half-hour session for starters is best. You know, to see if she can make the right contact.”
”Oh, she can, I a.s.sure you.”
”Okay, see you then.”
Jack let himself out and made for the elevator. Once inside and headed down, he slammed a hand against the wall of the car. d.a.m.n. He'd read this one all wrong. He saw what his mistake had been: He'd tried to strike at the Fosters indirectly, through their clientele. Wrong angle. He knew now he'd have to take the battle directly to them.
He had a half-formed plan of how to do that. He'd need the Kenton brothers' help to fill in the rest. He just hoped Madame Pomerol wouldn't be able to wriggle free next time.
6.
Jack stood outside the screen door and watched Lyle's cautious approach.
”Can I help you?”
”Lyle, it's me. Jack.”
Lyle stepped closer, his expression saying, Who is this fool kidding? Then he grinned.
”Well, I'll be d.a.m.ned. It is is you. Come on in.” you. Come on in.”
Jack stepped inside. ”Didn't have time to change my clothes.” He started to peel off his wig. ”Man, this thing is hot.”
”And beat ugly too.”
He turned to see Charlie popping in through the front door behind him.
”So you're back,” Lyle said to his brother. He glanced at his watch, thinking. ”Finished your good works for the day?”
Good works? Had he been to church?
”Yowzah.” Charlie turned to Jack. ”Yo, G. How'd it go down?”
He hated reporting less than complete success, but they had a right to know.
”Well, the good news is the remote light switch worked perfectly...”
They all had a good laugh as he described exposing Carl in the act of waving fake ectoplasm through the air, then...
”But the rest didn't pan out. The lady cooked up some lame story about setting all this up in advance to demonstrate how other fake mediums will try to fool them.”
”And they bought it?” Lyle said.
Jack nodded. ”She's pretty glib.”
”Aw, maaaan,” Charlie said.
Lyle's voice took on a bitter edge. ”So last night was all for nothing then?”
”Not quite. I've got an afternoon appointment Tuesday, and there's a lot I need to do between now and then if I'm going to bring them down.”
”More electronics?” Charlie said, his eyes lighting.
”Not this time. This is going to be all manual-sleight of hand stuff. But I need your help with the setup. Do you subscribe to the Blue Directory?”
Lyle's expression was blank. ”Blue...?”
”The medium I worked for used to subscribe to a book that had all sorts of information on hundreds of sitters.”
”Oh, right. I saw a copy years ago, but I don't get it. We use a website-”
Should have figured, Jack thought. It was the computer age.
”You mean the directory's online now?”
”What we use isn't run by the Blue Directory people, but it's the same sort of thing. All you do is pay an annual fee for a pa.s.sword and-”
”Let's check it out,” Jack said. ”I need to find a dead guy to fit a certain profile.”
Lyle looked at his brother. ”Charlie's the computer guy. Want to take care of this?”
”Sure.” He started toward the kitchen. ”This way, my man.”
Lyle grabbed his arm. ”Use the one in the command center.”
”But this one's closer.”
”We've got a little problem in there.”
Charlie gave him a look. ”The TV's still...?”
Lyle nodded. ”Simpler if we all just head for the Channeling Room.”
Jack felt as if he were missing every other word. ”What's wrong?”
”Electrical problems in the TV room,” Lyle said. ”That' all.”
Jack was sure that wasn't all, but obviously they wanted to keep it between themselves.
Charlie led the way to his command center off the Channeling Room. Jack knew this was where he controlled the sound, the lighting, and all the mechanical effects during the sittings. The computer's monitor was just one of many screens among the wires, the key cutter, the cameras, the scanner, the photocopier, and mysterious black boxes racked around the room. The swimming fish of the screen saver showed that the computer was already up and running.
Charlie seated himself before it and tapped the keyboard. Half a minute later the screen filled with the welcome page of a website with the innocuous name of . The page contained boxes for user name and pa.s.sword set against wallpaper of a blue sky with fluffy white clouds.
”Kind of obvious, isn't it,” Jack said.