Moon Child (Page 11)

I thought of the empty mirror and shook my head even though my sister couldn’t see me shaking my head.

"No, it can’t be. It’s impossible."

"Honey, listen to me. Something very bad happened to you, but you’re going to be okay. I promise. And now Anthony’s going to be okay, too."

I thought of Anthony and what I had done to him, and found myself sobbing nearly hysterically. The last words I heard from my sister was that she was coming right over.

Chapter Fifteen

My sister is one of the few people on earth who know about my "condition."

I have other family members, of course. A sister in San Francisco, a brother in New York, and my parents in the high desert, but I was not close to them. My sister, Mary Lou, and I had always been more like twins, even though she was six years older than me. Back when I was attacked and left for dead – or, more accurately, left for eternity – it had been Mary Lou who was by my side. In fact, I didn’t even receive a phone call from my brother until three days later.

It’s hard to forget something like that.

Mary Lou and I will probably never live very far apart. She is my rock. Men come and go, friends come and go, but my sister will always be there for me.

That I would someday outlive her is a very real possibility. That I would watch my sister steadily grow old and wither is a very real possibility. Somehow, this was less difficult to accept than watching my own kids grow into old age.

Of course, if I failed to unlock the secrets of the medallion, I wouldn’t have to worry about this with Anthony.

Panic gripped me.

Calm down, Samantha. Be calm. You’re of no use to anyone if you’re panicking.

As I waited for my sister, sitting there with my back against the living room wall, sitting between an end table and a bookcase, I realized that I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. What if unlocking the medallion somehow hurt Anthony? What if the process of returning him to his mortality was painful? What if something went wrong?

Oh, Jesus…what have I done?

"You saved him," I whispered to myself, hugging my knees and rocking. "You saved him. That’s what you did. Now just fix it, Sam. Fix it."

A car pulled up outside and soon I heard feet rapidly approaching. My sister was using her own key to unlock the door and soon she was inside and in the living room and on the ground next to me, holding me closely, and crying with me.

God, I loved my sister.

But she had no idea why I was crying, and I would not tell her, not ever. Not if I didn’t have to.

"C’mon," she said, hauling me to my feet. "Let’s go see Anthony."

"Where’s Tammy?"

"Rick’s watching her and the kids."

"Rick’s a good man."

"The best. Now, let’s get you dressed…"

Chapter Sixteen

At the hospital, we found Anthony asleep. No surprise there, since it was the middle of the day.

With guilt nearly overwhelming me, I listened to the doctor express his concerned over my son’s slower than normal heartbeat, a condition he called bradycardia, which apparently could lead to a cardiac arrest. My sister looked increasingly concerned about this news, but I held my poise. The slowing of my son’s heart rate was to be expected, after all. Expected by me, at least. Hell, my own heart barely beat a few times a minute.

Other than the decreasing heartbeat, everything looked good and, according to the doctor, if my son kept up this healing pace, he might even be released in a few days.

Good news, surely, for any mother. Mary Lou hugged me tightly and I felt her tears on my face. She pulled away and wiped her eyes and was unaware of a very different expression on my face.

I could not predict how I looked, but I suspected it was a look of desperation. After all, I had three and a half days by my reckoning to unlock the secret to the medallion.

Or my son would forever stay a vampire.

At age seven.

Sweet Jesus.

I asked Mary Lou if she would stay with Anthony for a few hours while I took care of some business. She said of course, and as she pulled up a chair, she took out a black and narrow device that looked suspiciously like one of those Kindle thingies.

She powered it on, settled in, and I headed out.

Maybe I should get one of those someday.

Chapter Seventeen

In my minivan, with my specialized window shades drawn tight, I Googled Archibald Maximus on my iPhone, a device that was quickly becoming the private investigator’s greatest tool.

Nothing of note.

I tried the name without the quotes, including other possible related keywords:

Archibald Maximus, vampire. Although a ton of sites popped up, very few were even close to what I was looking for. And the few that were turned out to be either porn or dead ends.

Archibald Maximus, medallion. Same thing. Nothing.

Archibald Maximus, alchemist. Nothing.

Archibald Maximus, wizard. Nothing. Wait! Something. No, never mind. Just another porn site.

I really hadn’t expected an obscure alchemist to have a web page or even a Twitter account, although that would have certainly made my job easier.

I next tried the name in my various industry databases, sites that only private investigators have access to. Nothing. Not even an unlikely hit. Whoever Archibald Maximus was, he didn’t own property, have a criminal record in the United States, nor had he applied for credit.

I next called my ex-partner at HUD, Chad Helling. He answered on the second ring, which made me feel good.

"Good morning, Sunshine."

"Never gets old does it?" I was referring to his nickname for me. Sunshine. In Chad Helling’s simple world, the nickname was supposed to be ironic. And funny.

"Not yet," he said, chuckling.

"You need to get a life."

"I’m working on it," he said. "I’m going to ask her, Sam."

"Ask her what? And who?"

"Monica. I’m going to ask her to marry me."

I shook my head. The poor dope. "Isn’t it a little too soon?"

"For love? Never!"

Oh, brother. "Listen, Romeo, I’ve got a job for you."

"Paying work?"

"Sure," I said. "A coffee and a scone."

"The coffee I’ll take. I’m still not sure what the hell a scone is."

I gave him the name and asked him to use the agency’s database.

"Archibald Maximus?" he asked, confirming.

"Yes."

"What is he, a wrestler or something?"

"Maybe."

"Really?"

"No."

Chad grumbled something about doing my work for me and told me he would get back to me as soon as he had something.

I was still in the hospital parking lot, parked under a pathetic-looking tree, whose branches only provided me with partial shade. The minivan was heating up and by all rights I should crack the windows and let in some fresh air. Except, I didn’t need fresh air, and so I didn’t bother. Cracked windows let in sunlight, and sunlight was far more detrimental to me than stale air. Also, there wasn’t a car on earth that could heat up hot enough to remove the eternal cold from my bones. In fact, I craved the heat, and so I sat in the minivan, baking, breathing stale air, and thinking hard.