Part 37 (1/2)
10.
Jack was in the middle of describing his doubling back on Madame Pomerol's variation of the Spanish handkerchief scam when he heard Gia's scream. Before he knew he was moving he found himself up and racing for the stairs, leaving behind his rapt audience.
He pounded down to the first floor, his feet barely touching the stairs, and found her in the middle of the waiting room, doubled over, face buried in her hands, sobbing.
Jack spun, saw no one else about, then grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him.
”Gia! What's wrong? What happened?”
Her tear-stained face was the color of a freshly shucked oyster when she looked up at him. ”She had no heart! She opened her blouse and her heart was gone!”
”Who?”
”The little girl!”
”The one you saw yesterday?”
Gia nodded. ”She... she-” Her eyes widened and she pointed toward the hall. ”Look! There's her blood!”
Jack turned just as Lyle and Charlie piled down the stairs. He saw a glistening red trail on the hardwood floor of the hall, saw Charlie's sneaker land in it and slip. Charlie went down but bounced back up again, staring in horror at his b.l.o.o.d.y hands.
”Blood! Dear Lord, where-?” He looked at Jack. ”Who?”
Lyle, poised on the bottom step, pointed toward the kitchen. ”It runs that way!”
He and Charlie moved down the hall, gingerly sidestepping the red splatters. Instinctively Jack started to follow, but Gia clutched his arm.
”Don't leave me!”
Jack wrapped an arm around her back and held her closer, trying to absorb her Parkinsonian shakes.
”I won't. Don't worry.”
But within him every angry cell was pulling toward the hall to follow that wet red trail. He wanted-needed-to find whoever had frightened Gia like this. He didn't know how they'd done it-faking up a little girl so it looked like she had no heart-and he didn't care. Anyone who terrified Gia like this was going to answer to him.
He watched Lyle and Charlie enter the kitchen and follow the trail to the left, heard Lyle say, ”It goes down the steps.” Jack heard their feet on the cellar stairs, their voices crying out in shock.
”Jack!” Lyle called. ”Jack, you've got to see this! It's... it's...” Words seemed to fail him.
Jack glanced at Gia but she shook her head. ”Don't you leave me alone here! Please!”
He had to see what they were talking about. He turned and called out, ”How about Gia? Is it all right for her?”
”No... yeah... I don't know if it's all right for anyone, but I guess so. Just come quick! I don't know how long it will last!”
He looked at Gia again. ”Come on. I'll be right at your side, holding on to you.”
”d.a.m.n right you will,” she muttered. She shuddered, then straightened. ”All right, let's go. But if it's awful, we get out of here, promise? We head home and we never come back.”
”Promise.”
They moved like Siamese twins, edging down the hall hip to hip, avoiding the blood on the floor. Stepped into the kitchen, then made the turn and stopped at the top of the cellar steps. A single bulb lit the narrow stairwell. A two-inch railing ran along the right wall. Below, near the bottom steps, he could see Lyle and Charlie, their postures tense, hunched, as they stared into the bas.e.m.e.nt. The steps made a turn where they stood, putting the bas.e.m.e.nt out of Jack's line of sight.
”I'll go first,” he said, and started down. He felt Gia close enough behind him to be riding piggyback, a hand on each of his shoulders, squeezing. He steadied himself by gripping the wobbly railing.
Below, the Kenton brothers looked up at him. Lyle's face was tight with strain, Charlie's was slack and beaded with sweat. They looked like frightened kids. Jack wondered what could put these two grown men in such a state.
A few more steps and he found out.
”Holy...”
”Oh, dear G.o.d!” Gia said into his ear and she leaned against him and peered over his shoulder.
The bas.e.m.e.nt floor was awash in bright red liquid. It rose to the level of the bottom stair tread and lapped at the one above it. And it moved, circulating in a slow, counterclockwise rotation.
Jack said, ”That's not...”
”d.a.m.n right it is,” Lyle said. ”Can't you smell it?”
Gia's fingers suddenly turned into talons, digging into Jack's shoulders.
”There's someone in there!” she cried.
Jack leaned forward, squinting at the surface of the red lake. ”Where?”
”There!” An arm speared over his right shoulder, finger pointing. ”Dear G.o.d, don't you see it? Right there! A hand, reaching up from the surface! It's a child! That little girl! She's in there!”
”What you talking 'bout?” Charlie said. ”Ain't n.o.body in there.”
Jack had to agree. Barely a ripple on the surface from wall to wall.
”I don't see anything either, Gi.”
”Are you all blind?” Her voice was taking on a panicky tone. ”That little girl is drowning! There's her arm, reaching up for help! Can't you see it? For G.o.d's sake, somebody grab it! Please! Please!”
Lyle turned to her. ”I don't see a thing. I'm not saying you're not, okay, but even if somebody were in here, it's only a foot deep, tops.”
Her eyes wild, Gia began trying to squeeze past Jack. ”I can't stand this, Jack! I've got to do something!”
Jack wouldn't let her pa.s.s. ”Gia, no. We don't know what's going down here, and you're too close already.” He didn't know what effect whatever was happening might have on the baby.
”Jack-”
”You know what I'm talking about. You shouldn't-”
”The level's rising!” Charlie cried.
Jack turned and saw that the blood had reached the tread of the next to last step.