In Too Deep (Looking Glass Trilogy #1)(26)
Author: Jayne Ann Krentz

"Like the clock?" Isabella asked.

"Yes."

"That’s what was going on here. Those three men brought some of Mrs. Bridewell’s inventions here to the Cove and tried to get them functional again."

"Yes, but that’s not the most interesting aspect of this situation," Fallon said. He looked down at his hand. In the light Isabella saw a faint sheen on his fingers.

"Freshly oiled?" she whispered.

"Yes." Fallon got to his feet and aimed the flashlight at the footprints on the concrete floor. "The guy who left those prints must be the maintenance man."

"But how is he coming and going? Unless Henry and Vera are lying to us about having kept the shelter locked all this time."

"I don’t think so," Fallon said. "There’s another, more likely possibility. I think I feel a slight draft coming from the other room. Let’s take a look."

They walked through the doorway into the adjoining chamber. Isabella froze.

"Good grief," she whispered.

In the twin beams of the flashlights she could see a row of what looked like small coffins elevated on metal stands.

"Take a deep breath," Fallon said. "They aren’t coffins."

She started breathing again. "Sure. I knew that. It’s just that at first glance they looked pretty freaky."

"You expected freaky?" Fallon aimed the light at what appeared to be a mound of trash. "Does that qualify?"

She saw the skull first. It was human. The rest of the skeleton came into view amid tattered remnants of clothing and a pair of boots. A ring glinted on one finger bone.

"Crap," she said. "Another body."

Fallon went to the skeleton and crouched beside it. He reached into the scattered bones, plucked out a wallet and flipped it open.

"Gordon Lasher," he said. "Looks like we now know what happened to the Asshole."

"He told everyone he was leaving town and then he snuck back here. I’ll bet he sensed the power in the clockwork gadgets and planned to steal them. Looks like the Queen got him. Serves him right."

"I don’t think the Queen was responsible." Fallon aimed the flashlight at an object that lay on the floor next to the skull. "This wasn’t death by paranormal means. Looks more like good old-fashioned blunt force trauma."

"He fell?"

"No." Fallon reached down and picked up a crowbar. "Someone whacked him on the back of the head with this."

"How can you tell all that?"

"Crack in the skull and the body fell facedown," Fallon said absently. "It’s not rocket science."

"Oh, right. But that means that there was someone else down here with him."

"Yes," Fallon said. "It does indicate exactly that."

"Henry and Vera told us that Lasher ran off with a woman named Rachel Stewart. Both of them were able to tolerate the psi down here. I’ll bet they came together to steal the curiosities. Rachel must have decided that Lasher really was an ass**le after all and that she didn’t need him anymore. She bashed him in the head with the crowbar."

"I’d say the probability of that scenario is about seventy-four percent."

"Only seventy-four?"

"Yes." Fallon swept the rest of the chamber with his flashlight. "Here we go, there’s our second entrance."

Isabella studied the steel door built into the concrete wall. "It’s a door but it doesn’t go up to the surface."

Fallon went forward, gripped the handle and pulled on the door. It opened with only a few faint squeaks of the hinges. A great darkness lay beyond. Chilly, damp air flowed into the chamber. Isabella heard the muffled rumble of the ocean in the distance.

"A cave," Fallon said. "It leads out to a cove or a beach."

"That door opened fairly easily," Isabella said. "The salt air should have done a lot more damage by now."

"Whoever has been keeping the Queen in functioning order all these years uses this entrance," Fallon said.

"Why do you suppose the original owner built a second entrance?"

"Think about it. If you were down here waiting for the bombs to fall, not knowing what was happening on the surface, wouldn’t you want a second escape route in case the first one got blocked?"

"Good point," she said.

He closed the cavern door, walked to the first elongated box and wiped off a layer of grime with one gloved hand.

"More bullet-resistant glass," he said. "They used these boxes to store the curiosities."

Isabella went to stand beside him. The glass box was empty.

"Looks about the right size for the Queen," she said. She glanced down the row of stands and cases. "There’s no box on one of the stands. I’ll bet that was the one that held the clock. The killer said that when he found the device in the tunnel beneath the Zander house basement, it was in a glass box."

They went to the third case in the row. Fallon wiped off more grime.

Isabella saw a wood-and-bronze clockwork dragon with eerie glass eyes. She moved to the next box. It contained an ornate miniature carriage and two small wooden horses. The glass windows of the vehicle glinted darkly. The third case held a toy-sized merry-go-round decorated with small mythical beasts. The last box held a Victorian-era camera.

"If we assume that the Queen was in the empty case and that the clock was stolen together with its glass box, all of the curiosities that were originally stored here are accounted for," Fallon said.

"You sound relieved."

"Trust me, I am," Fallon said.

"But who comes down here on a regular basis to keep the Queen in working order?"

"Someone who can handle the psi in this place and who also feels a duty to protect the artifacts."

"Walker," she said softly. "But that means he knows about the second entrance. Why didn’t he mention it?"

"Walker operates in his own universe and employs his own kind of logic," Fallon said. "It’s our fault. We didn’t ask the right question."

"I think that, in his mind, he has turned over the responsibility of protecting the inventions to J&J. He probably assumes that you know everything he knows."

"Yes."

Isabella looked at the skeleton. "What do we do with the body?"

"Nothing until we get the inventions out of here. Gordon Lasher has been here for twenty-two years. He can wait a while longer."

14

They emerged from the shelter a short time later, closing the hatch to cut off the disturbing psi wind. Isabella fondled the dogs while Fallon told Henry and Vera what they had found and explained his plans to bring in an Arcane team to remove the remaining curiosities.