Part 51 (1/2)
No! It's not... it can't... it's...
Gripping the counter for support, Eli levered himself off the stool and began a frantic walk-shuffle toward the rear, toward the display cabinet-his display cabinet. display cabinet.
”Mr. Bellitto!” Gert cried behind him. ”Be careful. Whatever it is you need, I'll get it for you!”
He ignored Gert, ignored the flashes of pain strobing through his pelvis, and kept moving, leaning on his cane as he rode the desperate edge of panic, trying to stay on this side of it by telling himself that the entry was a mistake, an antique watch fob that that dolt Kevin had mistaken for a key ring.
But urging him past that edge was the memory of the oddly dressed red-haired man who had come in Sunday night and offered him ridiculous sums for a silly trinket. He hadn't given much thought to the incident, writing the man off as someone killing time and playing the d.i.c.kering game: If it's for sale, find out how low it will go for; if it's not, find out what it will take to make the owner part with it.
But now... now the incident loomed large and dark in his brain.
He rounded a corner. The cabinet was in sight. The lock... he allowed himself a thin smile... the lock, the dear, dear bra.s.s padlock was still in place and snapped closed, just like always.
And the key ring, that cartoon rabbit key ring was- Gone!
Eli sagged against the cabinet, gripping the oak frame, sweat from his palm smearing the gla.s.s as he stared at the empty spot on the second shelf.
No! He had to be dreaming! This had to be a mistake!
He grabbed the padlock and yanked on it, but it held firm.
The air seemed full of shattered gla.s.s, every breath shredding his lungs.
How? How could this be? He had the only key. Objects don't move through solid gla.s.s. So how-?
”Mr. Bellitto!” Gert's voice behind him.
”Eli!” Adrian. ”What's wrong?”
And then they had him surrounded, Gert, Adrian, and the silent Kevin. Yes... Kevin, the weasely, sniveling little s.h.i.+t.
Eli glared at him. ”You sold something out of this cabinet, didn't you?”
”What?” Kevin paled and shook his head. ”No, I-”
”You did! A key ring with a rabbit! Admit it!”
”Oh, that. Yes. But it couldn't have come from here. I don't have the key.”
”It did!” Eli shouted. ”You know d.a.m.n well it came from here! Tell me how you got it out!”
”I didn't!” He looked ready to cry. ”The man brought it up to the counter. When I saw that it didn't have a price tag-”
”There!” He raised his cane and shook it in Kevin's face. He wanted to beat his head to a spongy pulp. ”Right there that should have told you something! How do you sell something without a price tag? Tell me!”
”I-I-I called you at the hospital about it.”
”That's a lie!” He raised the cane higher. He'd do it. He'd kill him, right here and now.
”It's true!” Kevin had tears in his eyes now. ”I tried to ask you about it but you said to figure it out for myself and hung up on me.”
Eli lowered the cane. Now he remembered.
”That was why you called?”
”Yes!”
Eli cursed himself for not listening.
”What did this man look like? Reddish hair, long in the back?”
Kevin shook his head. ”No. He had brown hair. Brown eyes, I think. Very average looking. But he called you by your first name and said you were friends. He even left his name.”
Yes, Eli thought sourly. Jack Jack. Useless. He knew no one named Jack.
Whoever it was must have picked the lock on the cabinet. But then... why pay for it? Why not just walk out with it in his pocket?
Unless he wanted to make sure I knew.
He's taunting me.
Just as his attacker had taunted him before stabbing him.
One man tries to buy the key ring Sunday night, another man attacks me and frees the lamb Monday night, a third man virtually steals the key ring the following morning.
Could they all be the same man?
Eli felt a sheet of ice begin to form along the back of his neck. Just as he stalked the lambs, was someone stalking him?
”Get me upstairs,” he said to Adrian. ”Immediately.”
He had to get to his phone. He had a number he needed to call.
11.
Jack approached the Menelaus house warily, the Roger Rabbit key chain tight in his fist. He stepped past the dead bushes onto the front porch and stopped, waiting for something to happen.
After half a minute or so of nothing happening except his feeling a little foolish, he rang the doorbell. When no one answered, he rang it again. Through the screen he heard the faint clank and clatter of banging wood and steel on stone. Sounded like Lyle and Charlie had started without him.
He pulled open the screen door and hesitated, remembering the first time he'd crossed this threshold-the unearthly scream, the earthly tremor. What would happen this time, now that he was holding something that might have belonged to whatever had invaded this house?
Better play it safe, he thought.
He tossed the key chain into the waiting room and stepped back.
No scream, no tremor. Nothing.