He shook his head, which was now Rachel's head. "My responsibility was not to read the book, even if I could have, but to safeguard it."
I thought about saying, Yeah, and you did a hell of a job. But a cheap shot like that would just piss him off, and I expect he'd been thinking about it, anyway. Maybe that was part of what was fueling his rage: the knowledge that Sligo had made Kulick betray his trust.
"Well, he's got something big and bad in the works, and I have to stop him," I said. "Oh, and he keeps trying to kill"
He made with the eyebrows again. "Does he, indeed? How many attempts?"
"Two – so far."
"And yet, here you are before me. Good – that means you are resourceful. You will be a useful ally."
"I'm not your ally, pal – not until you let go of Rachel." And not even then, fuckwad – but I thought it best to keep that last thought to myself.
Kulick/Rachel looked at me as if he'd suddenly realized he was conversing with the village idiot. "What would you have me do? Simply leave this body and float away into eternity, my revenge unfulfilled? I am curious about what comes after this life, and I shall satisfy that curiosity, once I have exacted vengeance. But for now, this woman is useful to me, and I will not leave her. But you can speak to her, if you wish."
The face changed in small ways, to become completely Rachel's. She blinked a couple of times, then said urgently, in Rachel's voice, "Kill me, Stan – do it now! It's the only way. He's got to be stopped, before he destroys–"
Her mouth closed, and after a moment the face began its subtle transformation again.
"'Kill me, Stan'?" The deeper voice was mocking. "Is that what you intend to do – assuming I would permit you?"
I didn't know whether I had it in me to carry out Rachel's plea or not, but I couldn't do it now, anyway – Kulick was ready for me to try. He probably had a defensive spell set to go at an instant's notice.
"No," I said, keeping most of what I felt out of my voice.
"Good," he said, putting a tiny smile on Rachel's face. "Then we are allies, after all."
He reached into the pocket of Rachel's wide skirt and removed something shiny that he tossed to me.
It looked like half an amulet. Whole, it would be the size of a half-dollar. It had words engraved on it that looked like ancient Greek, and part of a symbol that I didn't recognize.
"It is imbued with a finding spell," Kulick said. "I retain the other half. When you have located this Sligo, or whatever his name might be, hold this between your thumb and forefinger. Say my full name – George Harmon Thraxis Kulick – aloud five times. At the fifth utterance, I will join you."
I studied the half-amulet a second longer, then slipped it into my pocket. "All right," I said. "Anything else?"
Kulick stared at me with those insane eyes. "Give me what I want, and I will return this woman to you, unharmed. But you may think to deny me my vengeance, perhaps by refusing to use that amulet at the crucial hour. Understand this, policeman: if Sligo escapes, or dies by any hand but mine, I shall have no further use for this woman's body."
He touched one of Rachel's breasts, and I wondered if he was enjoying feeling himself up.
"I will depart her, to see what awaits me on the other side. But before I do, I will soak her in gasoline. And my last act in this vessel will be to light a match. Do we understand each other?"
God almighty, just let me kill this fucker right now. All I said was, "Completely."
Then the ugly image of Rachel burning stirred my memory of something else. "You should know, there are a couple of witchfinders in town, hired by the mayor. I guess you realize what'll happen, if they get their hands on you – her."
A smile crossed the face that was and was not Rachel's. "Witchfinders? How quaint. Well, if they should succeed in locating this particular witch, they will have scant time to wish that they had failed to do so."
Rachel's bod detached itself from the retaining wall and headed toward the elevator. "Goodbye, detective," Kulick's voice said. "I'm sure that you will be in touch."
Once the elevator doors closed, I dashed for my car and headed for the exit. Driving as fast as I could without the telltale noise of tires squealing, I made it to the exit gate and showed my badge to the sleepy-looking teenage attendant. "Open it! Now!"
As soon as I'd made my turn out of the garage, I was scanning the street for Rachel. If I could follow her to where she and Kulick were holed up, I might... oh, hell, I didn't know what I could do. But knowledge is power, and I'd had damn little power in this situation from the beginning.
I didn't gain any more this time, either. I circled the block twice, then checked the side streets and alleys, with no sight of Rachel.
It was then I realized that the phone in my coat pocket was vibrating, and had been, off and on, for quite some time.
As I pulled into the nearest parking space, I realized that I had actually gained two things from the encounter on the roof. One was that I now held half of an amulet with a finding spell connecting me to George Kulick. I don't know much abut finding spells, but I was betting the connection ran both ways. A good witch could tell me whether that was true, and what to do if it was.
The second thing is that the bastard had given me his true name: George Harmon Thraxis Kulick. "Thraxis" must have been the name he took when they put that tattoo on his hand. It had to be legit, or the finding spell wouldn't work. Names are important in magic, I knew that much – and now I had his.
I opened my phone and put it to my ear. "Markowski."
"Stan, are you all right?" It was Karl's voice.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry I'm late getting in to work, but something pretty weird happened."
"I was startin' to get worried, since you'd made a big deal of wanting to start our shift at 1:00, and it's almost 2:00. When you didn't check in by 1:30, I started calling you, but got no answer – until now, anyway."
"I didn't have a chance to call in," I said. "I encountered something interesting on the way to work – look, I'll tell you when I see you."