“Okay, then, go.” Jane turned and hid her face.
“Maybe I can get back in time for the funeral,” Charlie said. Could he? He had to retrieve two overdue soul vessels in less than a week, and hope that no new names had appeared in his date book.
“We’ll do it a week from today,” Jane said, turning back around, tears blinked away. “You go home, get treated, come back. Buddy and I will handle the arrangements.”
“I’m sorry,” Charlie said. He put his arms around his sister.
“Don’t you die on me, too, you fucker,” Jane said.
“I’ll be fine. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Bring back that charcoal Armani of yours for me to wear to the funeral, and Cassie’s strappy black pumps, okay?”
“You? In strappy black pumps?”
“It’s what Mom would have wanted,” Jane said.
When Charlie landed in San Francisco there were four frantic messages on his cell phone from Cassandra. She had always seemed so calm, composed—a stable counterpoint to his sister’s flights of fancy. She sounded a wreck on the phone.
“Charlie, she’s got him trapped and they’re going to eat him and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to call the cops. Call me when you land.”
Charlie did call, all the way into the city in the shuttle van he called, but kept getting transferred to voice messaging. When he got out of the van in front of his store he heard a hiss coming out of the storm drain at the corner.
“I missed finishing with you, lover,” came the voice.
“No time,” Charlie said, hopping over the curb and running into the store.
“You never called,” purred the Morrigan.
Ray was behind the counter mousing through Asian cuties when Charlie came storming through.
“You’d better get upstairs,” Ray said. “They’re freaking out up there.”
“No kidding,” Charlie said as he passed. He took the stairs two at a time.
He was fumbling his key into the lock when Cassandra threw the door open and pulled him into his apartment.
“She won’t let him go. I’m afraid they’re going to eat him.”
“Who, what? That’s what you said on my voice mail. Where is Sophie?”
Cassandra dragged him to Sophie’s room, where he was met in the doorway by a growling Mohammed.
“Daddy!” Sophie shrieked. She ran across the room and leapt into his arms. She gave him a big hug and a sloppy kiss that left a chocolate Sophie-print on his cheek. “Down,” she said. “Down, down.” Charlie put her down and she ran back into her room, but Mohammed prevented Charlie from entering, pushed his nose into Charlie’s shirt, leaving a giant dog-nose print in chocolate. Evidently there had been a chocolate orgy going on in his absence.
“His mother is supposed to pick him up at one,” Cassandra said. “I don’t know what to do.”
Charlie strained to see around the hellhound and saw Sophie standing with her hand on Alvin’s collar while he menaced a little boy who was crouched in the corner. The little boy was a little wide-eyed, but otherwise unhurt, and he didn’t seem that frightened. In fact, he was hugging a box of Crunchy Cheese Newts, and was eating one, then feeding the next one to Alvin, who was dripping hellish dog drool onto the kid’s shoes in anticipation of the next newt.
“I love him,” Sophie said. She went to the little boy and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a chocolate smear. Not the first. It appeared that this little guy had been suffering Sophie’s affections for quite some time, for he was covered with chocolaty goodness and orange Cheese-Newt dust. “I want to keep him.”
The little boy grinned.
“He came over for a playdate. I guess you scheduled it before you left,” Cassandra said. “I thought it would be okay. I tried to get him out of there, but the dogs won’t let me by. What are we going to tell his mother?”
“I want to keep him,” Sophie said. Big kiss.
“His name is Matthew,” Cassie said.
“I know his name. He goes to Sophie’s school.”
Charlie started into the room. Mohammed blocked the doorway.
“Matty, are you all right?” Charlie said.
“Uh-huh,” said the chocolate-, cheese-, and dog-drool-sodden kid.
“I want him to stay, Dad,” Sophie said. “Alvin and Mohammed want him to stay, too.”
Charlie thought that perhaps he had not been strict enough in setting limits for his daughter. Maybe after losing her mother, he just hadn’t had the heart to say no to her, and now she was taking hostages.
“Honey, Matty has to get cleaned up. His mommy is coming to get him so he can go be traumatized in his own house.”
“No! He’s mine.”
“Honey, tell Mohammed to let me in. If we don’t get Matty cleaned up, he won’t be able to come back.”
“He can sleep in your room,” Sophie said. “I’ll take care of him.”
“No, young lady, you tell Mohammed to get—”
“I have to pee,” Matthew said. He climbed to his feet and skipped by Alvin, who followed him, then under Mohammed and past Charlie and Cassandra to the bathroom. “Hi,” he said as he went by. He closed the door and they could hear the sound of tinkle. Alvin and Mohammed bullied their way through the doorway and waited outside the bathroom.
Sophie sat down hard, her feet splayed out, her lower lip pushed out like the cowcatcher on a steam engine. Her shoulders started heaving before he could hear the sob—like she was saving up breath—then the wailing and the tears. Charlie went to her and picked her up.
“I–I—I–I, he—he—he—he—”
“It’s okay, honey. It’s okay.”
“But I love him.”
“I know you do, honey. It’ll be okay. He’ll go to his house and you can still love him.”
“Noooooooooooooooooooooo—”
She buried her face in his jacket, and as much as his heart was breaking for his daughter, he was also thinking about how much Three Fingered Wu was going to ding him for getting the chocolate stain out of his jacket.
“They just let him go pee,” Cassandra said, staring at the hellhounds. “Just like that. I thought they were going to eat him. They wouldn’t let me near him.”
“It’s okay,” Charlie said. “You didn’t know.”
“Know what?”
“They love the Crunchy Cheese Newts.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Sorry. Look, Cassie, can you clean up Sophie and Matty and take care of this? I have some stuff in my date book I have to take care of right away.”
“Sure, but—”
“Sophie will be fine. Won’t you, honey?”
Sophie nodded sadly and wiped her eyes on his coat. “I missed you, Daddy.”
“I missed you, too, sweetie. I’ll be home tonight.”
He kissed her, got his date book from the bedroom, and ran around the apartment collecting his keys, cane, hat, and man purse. “Thanks, Cassie. You have no idea how grateful I am.”
“Sorry about your mother, Charlie,” Cassandra said as he passed.
“Yeah, thanks,” Charlie said, quickly checking the edge of the sword in his cane as he went by.
“Charlie, your life is out of control,” Cassandra said, now slipping back into the unflappable persona that they were all used to.
“Okay, I’ll need to borrow your strappy black pumps, too,” Charlie said as he headed out the door.
“I think I’ve made my point,” Cassie called after him.
Ray stopped Charlie at the bottom of the stairs. “You got a minute, boss?”
“Not really, Ray. I’m in a hurry.”
“Well, I just wanted to apologize.”
“For what?”
“Well, it seems silly now, but I kind of suspected you of being a serial killer.”