Nora Roberts - The Hollow

“Or the evil bastard could’ve just rolled the dice.” Gage stopped by the window, saw nothing of interest, moved on. “None of the others have shown any signs of infection.”

“It’s different. It’s not like what happens to people during the Seven. It’s only happened, the rape, when she’s asleep. And it was a kind of sleepwalking after. Following the same pattern as Hester Deale. Lots of ways to kill yourself, and we’ve seen plenty. But it was going to be drowning, in an outdoor body of water. Same as Hester. Maybe it had to be.”

“One of us stays at the house at night until this is over,” Cal decided. “Even if Layla’s at your place, Fox, none of them are left alone at night from here on.”

“That’s where I was heading. Once we’ve done our full-moon dance, we should look into this angle more. We need to find a way to stop this, to protect her-all of them.”

“Day after tomorrow,” Gage muttered. “Thank Christ. Has anybody been able to squeeze more details out of Madam Voltar?”

Cal’s lips twitched. “Not really. If Quinn knows, she’s got it zipped, too. All she’ll say is Cybil’s fine-tuning. Then, she distracts me with her body, which isn’t hard to do.”

“She writes the script.” Fox lifted his hands at Gage’s snort. “Look, we tried it our way, various ways, and managed dick. Let the lady have a shot at it.”

“The lady’s worried we’re all going to die. Or five out of six of us.”

“Better worried than too cocky,” Fox decided. “She’ll cross all her t’s. That’s one smart skirt. Added to, she loves Quinn. Layla, too, but she and Quinn are as tight as it gets.”

Fox pushed to his feet. “I’ve got to get back to the office. Speaking of which, I’m thinking I’ll probably be moving to New York after you and Quinn get married.”

“God, another with a hook in his mouth.” Gage shook his head. “Or maybe it’s a ring through the nose.”

“Bite me. I haven’t said anything to my family yet. I’m going to ease into that by degrees.” Fox studied Cal’s face as he spoke. “But I thought I’d give you a heads-up. I’m figuring I’ll wait until after the Seven to put the building on the market. I’ve got some decent equity in it, and the market’s pretty stable, so-”

“Eternally the optimist. Brother, for all you know that place’ll be rubble come July fourteenth.”

This time Fox simply shot Gage his middle finger. “Anyway. I thought you or your father might be interested in it. If you are, we’ll kick around some figures at some point.”

“It’s a big step, Fox,” Cal said slowly. “You’re established here, not just personally, but with your practice.”

“Not everybody can stay. You won’t,” Fox said to Gage.

“No, I won’t.”

“But you come back, and you’ll keep coming back. So will I.” Fox turned his wrist up, and that scar that ran across it. “Nothing erases this. Nothing can. And hell, New York’s only a few hours away. I zipped up and down Ninety-five the whole time I was in law school. It’s…”

“When you were with Carly.”

“Yeah.” He nodded at Cal. “It’s different now. I’ve still got a few lines up there, so I’ll put some feelers out, see what comes. But right now I’ve got some town lawyer business to take care of. I can take a shift at the house tonight,” he added as he started for the door. “But I still say those women have to get ESPN.”

Gage sat on the corner of Cal’s desk when Fox left. “He’ll hate it.”

“Yeah, he will.”

“He’ll do it anyway, and he’ll find a way to make it work. Because that’s what O’Dell’s about. Making it work.”

“He’d have tried with Carly. I don’t know if he could’ve pulled it off, but he’d have tried. But he’s right. It’s different with Layla. He’ll make it work, and I’m the one who’s going to hate it. Not being able to see his stupid face every damn day.”

“Cheer up. Five out of six of us could be dead in a couple days.”

“Thanks. That helps.”

“Anything I can do.” Gage straightened. “I’ve got some business of my own. Catch you later.”

He was nearly to the door when his father stepped up to it. They both stopped as if they’d walked into a wall. Helplessly, Cal got to his feet.

“Ah… Bill, why don’t you check the exhaust fan on the grill? I’ll be down in a minute. I’m nearly done here.”

As the pink the climb up had put in his cheeks faded, Bill stared at his son. “Gage-”

“No.” It was an empty word in an empty voice as Gage walked out. “We are done.”

At his desk, Cal rubbed at the fresh tension in his neck as Bill turned shamed eyes on him. “Um… What’d you want me to check?”

“The grill exhaust. It’s running a little rough. Take your time.”

Alone, Cal lowered to his chair, pressed his fingers to his eyes. His friends, his brothers, he thought, had both chosen rocky roads. There was nothing he could do but go with them, as far as it took.

SOME PEOPLE MIGHT THINK IT WAS A LITTLE ODD to get up in the morning, go to work as usual when the evening plans included blood rituals. But Fox figured it was pretty much standard operating procedure for him and his friends.

Layla, who in straight managerial areas could make the beloved Alice Hawbaker look like a slacker, had squeezed and manipulated his schedule to ensure the office closed promptly at three on the big day. He’d already packed his kit. Most might not know what to take along on an early evening hike through the woods by a haunted pool toward a mystical clearing ruled by an ancient altar stone, but Fox had that down. For once, he’d even remembered to check the forecast.

Clear skies-that was a plus-with temps sliding from a balmy seventy to the cool but pleasant midfifties.

Layers were the key to comfort.

In his pocket was his third of the bloodstone. He hoped it would prove to be another key.

While Layla changed, he added some essentials to his cooler. He glanced around when she came in, and he broke into a smile. “You look like the cover for Hiking Style -if there is such a thing.”

“I actually debated with myself over earrings.” She surveyed his cooler and open pack. Coke, Little Debbies, Nutter Butters. “I guess it’s like you say, we all do what we do.”

“These particular provisions are a time-honored tradition.”

“At least the sugar rush is guaranteed. God, Fox, are we crazy?”

“It’s the times that are crazy. We’re just in them.”

“Is that a knife?” She gaped at the sheath on his belt. “You’re taking a knife? I didn’t know you had a knife.”

“It’s actually a gardening saw. Japanese sickle knife. It’s a nice one.”

“And what?” She put a hand to the side of her head as if the pressure would help her mind make sense of it all. “You’re planning on doing a little pruning while we’re there?”

“You never know, do you?”

She put a hand on his arm as he closed his pack. “Fox.”

“Odds are Twisse is going to take an interest in what we’re doing tonight. It can be hurt. Cal did some damage with his handy Boy Scout knife the last time we were there. You can bet Gage is bringing that damn gun. I’m not going in there with just my Nutter Butters.”

She started to argue-he saw it in her eyes-then something else came into them. “Have you got a spare?”

Saying nothing, he went to the utility closet, rooted around. “It’s called a froe.” He showed her the long, flat blade. “It’s good for splitting wooden pins in joinery work. Or taking a slice out of a demon. Keep it in the scabbard,” he added, sliding it into the leather. “It’s sharp.”