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"Figures," I said, tossing the card back to Cortez. "How do the Cabals handle these people?"
"Chain saws and large cement blocks."
"Sounds like a plan." I glanced over my shoulder at Morton and sighed. "Guess we should do something before he wakes up. Any suggestions?"
"Chainsaws tend to be quite noisy. I don't suppose you have a ready supply of quicklime?"
"Tell me you're joking."
"Unfortunately, yes. We require a somewhat more discreet solution. Our best answer would be one that sees Mr. Morton outside the house, but does not require taking him far, which would risk calling attention to the endeavor. It would also be preferable if he could be made to forget having been inside the house which, again, would risk attention when he retells the story. You wouldn't know hypnosis, would you?"
I shook my head.
"Then we'll have to settle-"
Savannah appeared in the doorway. "I have an idea. How about we dump him in the basement, right beneath the hatch. We can break the lock on the hatch, maybe leave it ajar. Then, when he wakes up, he might think he came in through there, fell, and hit his head."
Cortez nodded. "That might work. Paige?"
"If it means we don't have to go outside again, it works for me."
Cortez got to his feet and headed for the back hall.
"Sorry," Savannah said. "I didn't mean to cause more trouble. He surprised me, that's all."
I squeezed her shoulder. "I know. We'd better give Cortez a-"
Someone rapped at the back door. This, unlike the ringing phone and doorbell, was a first. When I'd looked through the kitchen window earlier, my backyard had been empty, possibly because no one dared be first to climb the fence. Now even that sanctuary had been invaded.
As I listened to the impatient rapping, anger surged through me and I stomped off to confront my newest "visitor." I glanced out the back door window to see Victoria and Therese. Worse yet, they saw me.
Chapter 22
The Threat
I BACKED INTO THE LIVING ROOM.
"The Elders," I hissed at Cortez, who was in the bedroom returning Morton's wallet to his pocket. "It's the Coven Elders."
"Don't answer the door."
"They saw me."
He swore under his breath.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"It's not you. Hold them off. Count to five, let them in, then stall for a few minutes. Keep them in the hall."
I ran back to the rear door, pulled open the sidelight curtain and motioned that it would take a minute to open the door. Then I undid the lock spell and perimeter spell and spent so much time turning the dead bolt, you'd think I had fifty of them. Then I ushered the Elders inside while blocking their path down the hall.
"You made it through the crowd?" I said. "Geez,it took us-"
"We had to come through the woods," Victoria said. "A most unpleasant experience. Therese has ripped her blouse."
"We had to come," Therese said. "Is it true? What they say? About poor Grantham?"
"We came because you lied to us, Paige. You said there wasn't a sorcerer in town."
"I never said-"
"You implied as much, leaving us all vulnerable to attack. Look what's happened now. This sorcerer brought Mr. Cary back to life."
"No, that was the necromancer. Sorcerers can't raise the dead."
"Which makes us feel so much better," Victoria said, her face contorting into a most unladylike snarl. "We have been invaded, Paige. Not only by a half-demon, but a sorcerer and a necrophiliac-"
"Necromancer," I said. "A necrophiliac is someone who has sex with dead people. Necromancers don't-or, at least, I hope they don't On second thought, let's not go there."
"Paige Winterbourne! I have had enough of your-"
Thud! Something crashed in the stairwell. Then Savannah's whisper floated up, "Shit! I'm sorry, Lucas. I slipped."
He shushed her, but too late. Victoria thrust me aside and strode toward the cellar door. I ran after her and caught up when she was one step from the basement stairs. I lunged to slam the door shut, but I was too late.
"What in God's name-"
"Oh, my lord," Therese said, looking over Victoria's shoulder. "They've killed a man."
"We haven't killed anyone," I snapped. "The guy broke into our house and and I-"
"There was a struggle," Cortez said, from the bottom of the steps. "I accidentally knocked him unconscious. We're moving him to the basement where he can leave through the hatch. Having been struck on the head, he'll be disoriented and will likely believe he fell in that way. As you can see, we have everything under control."
"Under control?" Victoria wheeled on me. "Is this what you call having things under control, Paige? Dead people wandering around mortuaries? Mobs of strangers on your lawn? A sorcerer in your house, dragging a half-dead man into your basement? You took a simple situation and with each passing day, no, with each passing hour you have made it worse."
"Victoria," Therese said, reaching for her friend's arm.
Victoria shook her off. "No, it has to be said. We asked her to leave things alone-"
"I haven't done anything!" I said.
"You disobeyed us. Blatantly disobeyed us as you have been disobeying us for years. For your mother's sake, Paige, we put up with it. In accordance with her dying wish, we let you take the child, though God knows I wouldn't trust a parakeet to your care."
"Chain saws and large cement blocks."
"Sounds like a plan." I glanced over my shoulder at Morton and sighed. "Guess we should do something before he wakes up. Any suggestions?"
"Chainsaws tend to be quite noisy. I don't suppose you have a ready supply of quicklime?"
"Tell me you're joking."
"Unfortunately, yes. We require a somewhat more discreet solution. Our best answer would be one that sees Mr. Morton outside the house, but does not require taking him far, which would risk calling attention to the endeavor. It would also be preferable if he could be made to forget having been inside the house which, again, would risk attention when he retells the story. You wouldn't know hypnosis, would you?"
I shook my head.
"Then we'll have to settle-"
Savannah appeared in the doorway. "I have an idea. How about we dump him in the basement, right beneath the hatch. We can break the lock on the hatch, maybe leave it ajar. Then, when he wakes up, he might think he came in through there, fell, and hit his head."
Cortez nodded. "That might work. Paige?"
"If it means we don't have to go outside again, it works for me."
Cortez got to his feet and headed for the back hall.
"Sorry," Savannah said. "I didn't mean to cause more trouble. He surprised me, that's all."
I squeezed her shoulder. "I know. We'd better give Cortez a-"
Someone rapped at the back door. This, unlike the ringing phone and doorbell, was a first. When I'd looked through the kitchen window earlier, my backyard had been empty, possibly because no one dared be first to climb the fence. Now even that sanctuary had been invaded.
As I listened to the impatient rapping, anger surged through me and I stomped off to confront my newest "visitor." I glanced out the back door window to see Victoria and Therese. Worse yet, they saw me.
Chapter 22
The Threat
I BACKED INTO THE LIVING ROOM.
"The Elders," I hissed at Cortez, who was in the bedroom returning Morton's wallet to his pocket. "It's the Coven Elders."
"Don't answer the door."
"They saw me."
He swore under his breath.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"It's not you. Hold them off. Count to five, let them in, then stall for a few minutes. Keep them in the hall."
I ran back to the rear door, pulled open the sidelight curtain and motioned that it would take a minute to open the door. Then I undid the lock spell and perimeter spell and spent so much time turning the dead bolt, you'd think I had fifty of them. Then I ushered the Elders inside while blocking their path down the hall.
"You made it through the crowd?" I said. "Geez,it took us-"
"We had to come through the woods," Victoria said. "A most unpleasant experience. Therese has ripped her blouse."
"We had to come," Therese said. "Is it true? What they say? About poor Grantham?"
"We came because you lied to us, Paige. You said there wasn't a sorcerer in town."
"I never said-"
"You implied as much, leaving us all vulnerable to attack. Look what's happened now. This sorcerer brought Mr. Cary back to life."
"No, that was the necromancer. Sorcerers can't raise the dead."
"Which makes us feel so much better," Victoria said, her face contorting into a most unladylike snarl. "We have been invaded, Paige. Not only by a half-demon, but a sorcerer and a necrophiliac-"
"Necromancer," I said. "A necrophiliac is someone who has sex with dead people. Necromancers don't-or, at least, I hope they don't On second thought, let's not go there."
"Paige Winterbourne! I have had enough of your-"
Thud! Something crashed in the stairwell. Then Savannah's whisper floated up, "Shit! I'm sorry, Lucas. I slipped."
He shushed her, but too late. Victoria thrust me aside and strode toward the cellar door. I ran after her and caught up when she was one step from the basement stairs. I lunged to slam the door shut, but I was too late.
"What in God's name-"
"Oh, my lord," Therese said, looking over Victoria's shoulder. "They've killed a man."
"We haven't killed anyone," I snapped. "The guy broke into our house and and I-"
"There was a struggle," Cortez said, from the bottom of the steps. "I accidentally knocked him unconscious. We're moving him to the basement where he can leave through the hatch. Having been struck on the head, he'll be disoriented and will likely believe he fell in that way. As you can see, we have everything under control."
"Under control?" Victoria wheeled on me. "Is this what you call having things under control, Paige? Dead people wandering around mortuaries? Mobs of strangers on your lawn? A sorcerer in your house, dragging a half-dead man into your basement? You took a simple situation and with each passing day, no, with each passing hour you have made it worse."
"Victoria," Therese said, reaching for her friend's arm.
Victoria shook her off. "No, it has to be said. We asked her to leave things alone-"
"I haven't done anything!" I said.
"You disobeyed us. Blatantly disobeyed us as you have been disobeying us for years. For your mother's sake, Paige, we put up with it. In accordance with her dying wish, we let you take the child, though God knows I wouldn't trust a parakeet to your care."
