Never name it. Raven’s words echoed in her head. But children named everything. They named teddy bears and goldfish in duck ponds and pieces of gum on the sidewalk. Of course Vince was going to name his shadow.
Perhaps it had come looking for him, like the shadow in the fairy tale. Perhaps it had mistaken Adam for Vince and then became enraged when it realized it had the wrong person. Or it killed Adam for Vince since he had a grievance. Or it had come looking for her, and saw an opportunity for some fresh blood.
And then it signed its work.
“I don’t know,” Charlie told them.
One of them walked behind her, jerking one of her hands behind her back. She felt the cold metal of cuffs. “I think you better come with us. We’ll go down to the station and you can make your statement.”
“Am I under arrest?” Charlie asked.
“I’m giving you a ride.” He was a short guy with broad shoulders and dark, curly hair. His badge was shiny. He told her his name was Officer Lupo as he led her out to the car and pushed her head down as he got her into the back seat. Neighbors had come out of their houses in bathrobes to check out the drama. Charlie wanted to wave, but she was cuffed.
The big brick building housing both the police station and the fire department was only a few blocks away. It wasn’t long before she was being led into the station and put in a back room with a big table. They asked her for her fingerprints for “elimination purposes” and she let them press each finger into a pad and then onto a paper. They asked for her license and she handed it over. They wanted her to unlock her cell phone, and she did that too. Mostly, they left her alone in the room, coming in once or twice to check on her.
After about forty-five minutes, Detective Juarez rolled in, looking as though he’d just been roused from bed, and not happy about it.
“You again?” he said when he saw her.
She didn’t say anything. What was there to say?
“Does this have something to do with what happened in Rapture?” he asked.
Charlie shrugged. “If it doesn’t, I guess I’ve got the devil’s own luck.”
“What was this Adam guy doing in your house?” He looked at his notes. “You knew him, right?”
If you want a lie to pass the sniff test, it helps to put your worst foot forward. “He was cheating on his girlfriend with me. After he broke it off, I told her. Day before yesterday, he came after me in a hospital parking lot and beat me up pretty bad.”
“Did you make a police report?” he asked, studying her face.
“I guess I should have.” She didn’t doubt he believed her about getting knocked around, though. The makeup she’d done was okay, but she’d been wearing it for hours and she was sure that her bruises were showing through. And nothing could disguise the swelling.
After that, someone brought her a coffee, but that was the only consideration they gave her. The questions went on and on, doubling in on themselves. Most of them were about Vince, but she was asked about Doreen too, Charlie’s hours at work, when she’d come home, what she’d touched. Over and over, Charlie asked if she was under arrest.
Finally, they said she could go. Told her to stay away from the house, since it was an active crime scene. Cautioned her to stay by her phone, that they would contact her again.
“There’s too much weird shit in the world,” Officer Lupo said to one of the other cops, under his breath. “Not all of it needs to be washing up around here.”
Charlie was on her way out when she passed Doreen, wearing pajamas, a trench coat, and UGG boots. Her face was blotchy and tearstained. When she saw Charlie, her eyes seemed to roll back in her head.
“You,” she said, her voice so guttural that it seemed like she was making sounds more than words. “You did this.”
Charlie wanted to snap back at her, but it wasn’t fair. Doreen had loved Adam, and even if he had been terrible, he was dead. “Look, I’m sorry that he—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Doreen lunged. Nails raked across Charlie’s cheek.
A cop grabbed Doreen and hauled her back, although she kicked like she thought she could get free. “Calm down,” he said. “Jesus, lady.”
“Ow,” Charlie said, putting her hand to her face. “Fuck.”
“This is because of you,” Doreen shouted. “You were supposed to help him. You were supposed to bring him home.”
Hard to be too sympathetic when he’d been hanging around waiting to hurt her, but she saw Doreen’s point. Adam might have screwed over Balthazar and Doreen both, but Charlie had certainly screwed him.
“You are the devil, corrupting everything you touch,” Doreen shouted. “Remember that favor my brother was supposed to do for you? Well, it’s undone. You’re in default.”
Charlie shrugged, turning to head toward the doors. “You can’t threaten me with what’s already happened. You got him to do that the minute I gave you the ring.”
Doreen, held back by two policemen, still managed to spit in Charlie’s direction.
Exhausted, Charlie walked back from the station to her car just as dawn was breaking on the horizon. The Corolla was where she’d parked it, metal box tucked under the seat. She slid in and looked at her face in the mirror, studied the fresh red marks, which stung like hell.
Abruptly, she tasted salt in the back of her mouth and her eyes stung. She blinked back tears.
“Pull yourself together, Charlie Hall,” she told herself in the mirror.
It was Thursday morning, which meant she had two more days before Salt’s event. Two more days to discover what Vince’s shadow wanted, where Vince was, and who was lying. Two more days to know what she was going to do with the book in the lockbox.
But what she needed right then was sleep. She couldn’t go inside her house, since it was an active crime scene, cordoned off with tape. And she wasn’t sure she could bear going back to Mom’s place. The thought of sleeping on the air mattress while they moved around the room, of fending off questions, of telling more lies, made her feel claustrophobic and panicky.
Not to mention the threat of a Blight out there, one looking for a book she might have in her possession. Maybe looking for her. So, she couldn’t go to Barb’s either. Not to any of her friends.
You are the devil, corrupting everything you touch.
The devil, like Suzie Lambton said. With the devil’s own luck.
But maybe her luck was changing, because Charlie remembered something. Suzie Lambton had gone on a yoga retreat, leaving behind an empty condo for Charlie to break into.
* * *
Suzie’s place was within walking distance of the center of downtown Northampton. When Charlie pulled up, she realized right away that getting in was going to suck. The units were newly built, with large windows, and no trees or overgrown bushes to hide her from Suzie’s neighbors while jimmying the door. The last time she’d been there, she’d admired the place but hadn’t done nearly enough casing.
Charlie parked three streets over, tucked the lockbox into her bag, got supplies from the trunk, and walked. It was just after six in the morning and she was sure people inside the units were just getting up, getting ready to send their kids to school and take themselves to work.
Cutting behind the units, Charlie noted they had patios in the back. That was promising. People were more likely to give someone hanging out in a backyard the benefit of the doubt, and sliding glass doors were incredibly easy to open.
People put dead bolts on their front entrances, with keypads and steel doors, and then neglected the back. Charlie positioned a screwdriver under the bottom of the patio sliders, then pushed up hard at the same time she turned the handle. Ten seconds later, she was inside, and the doors, no worse for wear.
As she walked through the modern white kitchen with thick marble counters and pristine subway tile, Charlie’s steps echoed. She had a moment of feeling entirely out of place, as though she wasn’t just an intruder, but a traveler from another world.