In Too Deep (Looking Glass Trilogy #1)(19)
Author: Jayne Ann Krentz

He looked at Walker.

"What other things?" he asked.

Walker finally dragged his hollow eyes away from the clock. "The alien weapons."

Another small section of the web lit up.

The muffled sound of Isabella’s light footsteps interrupted Fallon’s thoughts before he could examine the new strand of light. The door opened.

Isabella came into the room on the wings of good energy. At the sight of Walker sitting in her chair, she paused in surprise. But she recovered immediately and gave him her glowing smile.

"Good morning, Walker," she said.

Walker seemed to relax. He stopped rocking. "Hello, Miss Valdez."

Fallon looked at Isabella. "Meet our new client."

Isabella did not even blink. She started to unbutton her coat. "What’s the problem, Walker?"

Walker looked at the clock again. "That thing. It’s dangerous. It has to go b-back into the vault."

Isabella gave Fallon a questioning look. He knew what she was thinking. If Walker had somehow sensed the energy in the clock, then he most certainly had a measurable amount of talent.

Isabella hung up her coat. "Why don’t you start at the beginning, Walker?"

Walker’s face crumpled in dazed panic. He started to rock violently. He had no clue how to locate the beginning, Fallon realized.

Isabella, too, understood immediately.

"Better yet," she said, "why don’t you show us the location of the vault?"

Fallon was certain that would lead to another blind alley. But to his amazement, Walker’s expression became focused once again. He surged to his feet.

"Okay," he said. "But we have to be very c-careful. The Queen is on guard."

10

Isabella opened her senses when Fallon pulled into the cracked, weedstudded parking lot of the Sea Breeze Motor Lodge. There was the usual amount of paranormal fog in front of the main lodge, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.

"At least the energy here doesn’t look like the stuff at the Zander house," she said.

"Good to know," Fallon said. He looked at Walker who was sitting in the rear seat, rocking gently. "You’re sure the vault is here, Walker?" he said.

"Y-yes." Walker rocked harder. He rarely rode in motor vehicles. They made him even more anxious than normal.

The dogs appeared, coalescing out of the mist like a pack of wolves. They charged the SUV, barking furiously. Isabella sat quietly with Fallon and Walker, waiting. Not one attempted to open a door. Everyone in Scargill Cove knew the drill. If you visited Henry and Vera, you stayed in the car, the windows rolled up, until someone called off the beasts. On the rare occasions when some hapless tourist, laboring under the mistaken impression that the lodge was still a functioning motel, pulled into the lodge, Henry and Vera remained inside until the people gave up and moved on.

Fallon glanced at the illuminated windows of the office.

"Looks like Henry and Vera are home," he said.

"They usually are," Isabella said. "Sometimes I do wonder what they do in that place all day long, day after day."

Fallon smiled. "You mean, you don’t know?"

"No." She gave him a sharp look. "Do you?"

"Sure. I’m a detective, remember?"

In the rear seat Walker spoke up. "They g-guard the v-vault. That’s their job. I do patrol at night. They s-secure the vault. Marge and the others keep watch during the day."

Isabella turned in the seat to look at him. "Marge and other people in town are involved in this thing?"

Walker gave her a jerky nod. "That was the plan back at the start. We’ve followed the plan. But s-something went wrong. We have to put things right. Alien technology is very d-dangerous."

The front door of the office swung open. A bulky, bearded figure in denim overalls and a red-and-black plaid flannel shirt lumbered out into the fog. He glowered at the dogs through a pair of old-fashioned gold-framed spectacles.

"Poppy, Orchid, Clyde, Samson, the rest of you, that’s enough," Henry called. "They’re friends."

The barking subsided immediately. The six dogs stood waiting, ears pricked, eyes cold and watchful.

Isabella was the first one to open the door.

"Hello, Poppy," she said to the big shepherd mix. "You look lovely today."

Overcome with delight, Poppy rushed forward, tongue lolling, to greet her. Isabella rubbed her ears. Poppy swooned. Orchid, Clyde, Samson and the rest crowded in eagerly. Isabella patted them all.

Fallon opened his door and got out. "Don’t know what it is with you and those dogs."

"I like dogs," Isabella said. She gave Poppy one last pat. "I’m thinking of getting one of my own." A dog would make it official, she thought. A dog would mean that she had settled here in Scargill Cove, that she had found a home.

Henry peered at her. "How’s the toaster working?"

"Great," Isabella said. "It’s the best toaster I’ve ever owned."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Fallon’s brows climb but he made no comment.

Henry grunted, satisfied. "Don’t make ’em like they used to." He looked at Walker and Fallon. "I take it this is about the things in the vault?"

"How did you know?" Fallon asked.

Henry angled his head at Walker. "Only one reason Walker would get into a vehicle. What’s up?"

Walker got out of the SUV, jittering a little. "They found s-something, Henry. Something that belongs in the vault. I could feel it, you know?"

Henry gave Fallon a long, considering look. "Is this connected to the Zander house business?"

"You figured that out in a hurry," Fallon said. He went around to the back of the SUV, opened the rear door and removed the blanket-wrapped clock.

"Heard about the bodies buried under the basement," Henry said, watching him. "It was all over the evening news last night. They said they found the killer’s body, too. Heart attack."

"Yes," Fallon said.

"Real neat and tidy ending," Henry said. "Vera and I like that kind of ending." He squinted at the object in Fallon’s hands. "What did you find?"

"A clock," Isabella said. "Not an ordinary clock, though."

Walker twitched. "It’s one of the alien weapons stored down in the vault, Henry."

Henry frowned. "It sure as hell didn’t come out of there since Vera and I have been watching the place. Must have been removed before we locked it down all those years ago."

"The Zander house killer told me that he found the clock in a glass box hidden in a cavern beneath the basement of the mansion," Fallon said. "Got a feeling the clock had been hidden for quite a while."