A clearing formed around the three of us, and the workers backed off slowly. They feared this woman. It wasn’t apparent why, but I surmised that it would be wise for Connor and me to fear her as well. She looked fresh faced, and definitely not any older than me, yet she commanded the respect of everyone around her.
Connor stepped forward.
“We’re not leaving until we get what we came here for,” he shouted over the snarling crowd. “One of your people took something that doesn’t belong to him. We want it back.”
She checked the pages on her clipboard. “I’m afraid that’s impossible. You see, we were merely recovering what was already ours.”
“That artifact belongs to Irene Blatt!” I shouted.
“I assure you it did not,” the woman said, staring at us with beautiful but cold eyes. “Now, you can leave here the hard way or the easy way.”
The fanatics howled like caged animals all around us, waiting for any sign of resistance on our part as an excuse to tear us into bite-sized pieces.
“What’s all the commotion out here?” a cheery male voice boomed out from behind the crowd. Every office worker’s head turned, but none of them broke from their positions. At first I refused to chance a look, afraid to turn away from the menacing crowd even with the bat in my hands. After a moment, though, curiosity got the better of me and I snuck a peek toward the movement off to my right. I searched the crowd and locked on to a dark-haired European gentleman who appeared to be drifting through the throng toward us.
“Jane!” he called out to the woman with the clipboard. His voice held a hint of an accent, and at my best guess it sounded Slavic. “This is what I pay you for, isn’t it? To tell me what’s going on? So tell me…whatis going on?”
Jane shifted uncomfortably, and I detected a bit of fear mixed with the anger in her eyes. “That’s what I was trying to ascertain, sir, before our band of village idiots jumped up from their desks and decided to go all pit-bull.”
The man glowered at the crowd and they all averted their eyes as they shuffled away apologetically. The circle around me, Connor, and Jane widened even further.They’re acting like a big, dumb collective puppy, I thought, and I stifled the urge to laugh. I was watching an angry mob being scolded like a household pet and I wondered where Jane kept the rolled-up newspaper to bat them on the nose when they stepped out of line.
The man pushed past Jane, who was smiling smugly from behind her clipboard. Her boss stood an impressive six inches taller than any of us. He cast his eyes on me, smirking as he gave the bat in my hands a good look up and down, and then he turned his focus to Connor. “You seem like the rational one of this duo. Would you care to explain what he’s doing brandishing a bat in our offices like Joe DiMaggio?”
“We’ve come for the fish,” Connor said calmly. “And we’re not leaving without it.”
“Who the hellare you?” I asked sharply. I refused to be casually dismissed.
Jane stepped forward and poked me in the chest with a corner of her clipboard. “Watch it, mister. You are addressing the chairman of the Sectarian Defense League, Faisal Bane, and you two are trespassing. This is a government office registered with the City of New York. Whatever misapprehension you may be operating under, I’m informing you that we’re a legitimate organization in this town.” She stared at me in silence for several seconds, then said, “You can put the bat away.”
“Jane…” Faisal said sternly. “Never mind that. Bring me up to speed.”
She turned to face him, and I saw a hint of fear in the woman’s eyes. “Err, I’m not sure who these gentlemen are, Mr. Bane. The unarmed gentleman was arguing some claim for…” She scanned the clipboard with her index finger. “Item one-six-eight.”
Faisal Bane snatched the clipboard from her without taking his eyes off us and she flinched. His eyes danced for a moment as he read the listing. “I see. So would either of you two gentlemen care to explain why you feel the need to act in such a barbaric manner in our office?”
Connor nodded and pulled out his ID.
“We’re with the Department of Extraordinary Affairs, Bane. Property belonging to one of our clients was removed from her apartment earlier today by someone we tracked back to this office. The wooden fish.”
Faisal Bane glanced at the clipboard again. “Ms. Blatt? She’s with you, is she? Interesting. I thought she was…” He stopped himself and grinned. “Well, let’s just say I thought she was elsewhere.”
Faisal Bane and his minions knew something about Irene’s death, and I had trouble holding back my anger.
“What do you know about her disappearance?” I asked.
Faisal smiled at me with false politeness and handed the clipboard back to Jane. “Nothing whatsoever.”
“If you’re responsible for what’s happened to her-” I started, but Connor put his hand on my shoulder and interrupted.
“What is this place?” he demanded.
“Perhaps I can answer that,” a familiar voice offered from somewhere by the main entrance. A man stood at the doors. Just yesterday, I had watched him talking on the television in the front corner of the Lovecraft. It was none other than the D.E.A.’s strongest protector and the Mayor’s Office’s talking head, David Davidson. In person, the gray at his temples was more pronounced, and although he wore the smiling face of a politician in his midforties, his eyes looked much older.
“Davidson!” Connor said. “Thank God! What the hell’s going on here? Who are these people?”
“Easy now,” Davidson replied in that even way of his. Like magic weaving its spell, I could hear the soothing quality of his voice-it was no wonder he was a natural political liaison. The Mayor had relied on him for years to smooth over problem after problem that came through City Hall. I didn’t know if his abilities came from any sort of special power, but the fact remained that Davidson had a natural calming effect. “First, I think we need everybody here to take one giant step back from everyone else.”
As if on cue, everyone but me, Connor, and Faisal Bane moved back in unison. Davidson’s words had worked on the crowd and I was suitably impressed. I had never actually watched him work up close, outside of a TV screen. Although I hadn’t stepped back when he instructed us to, I did find myself lowering the bat until it once again hung harmlessly at my side.
“Good,” Davidson continued. “Look, Connor, I know the D.E.A.’s not really up to speed on what’s been going on here. There’s been a lot of red tape over this whole project back at City Hall, and the Mayor’s Office felt it was better to keep you folks in the dark until certain goals and initiatives had been fully set up.”
“Why don’tyou bring us up to speed?” I demanded. What the hell was the Mayor’s Office playing at?
Davidson sighed. For a second I thought he looked almost as worn down as his eyes did. Then he was back to his regular self in a flicker. “We’re talking about the cultists’ rights movement. The city has pushed through legislation legalizing and acknowledging the status of cults as part of the equal rights movement’s regulated standards and fair practices.”
I stared at Davidson in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?” I said. “Please tell me that you’re kidding!”
“Unbelievable,” Connor added. “We’re talking about people who perform ritualistic sacrifices on the living, for heaven’s sake! They’re bloody cultists!”
“Actually,” Faisal said, raising a finger to interject, “we don’t go by that term. It’s archaic. The politically acknowledged term is ‘Sectarian.’ Didn’t you notice the sign on your way in?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Connor said with as much bite to his words as he could muster. “Did I offend you?”