Nevile looked at Frank as if to say, there you are, what did I tell you?’
Frank said, ‘OK, I’m about three-tenths impressed. Why don’t you take a look at the van, see if you can’t work out who the killers were.’
‘Well . . . I’ve already done that. That was Lieutenant Chessman’s first priority.’
‘And?’
‘There’s very little in the van in the way of psychic imprints. Maybe it was something to do with the bomb going off only two or three feet away from them. They were atomized in a millionth of a second, so their spirits didn’t have the time to make an impression on their immediate surroundings. The man left a very faint resonance, the driver. I’d guess that he was a loner, quite a disturbed kind of individual, with some very odd beliefs about forces from outer space. His name could have been David but he was usually known as something else, something Arabic like Hassan.’
‘Is that all? No hint of where he came from or why he did it?’
‘I’m working on it, but that’s all I’m getting so far.’
‘How about the woman?’
‘Hardly a whisper. Not even a name or a part of a name. All I can pick up is a taste of vinegar.’
‘What?’
‘I can taste things, and smell them, as well as see them in my head. It’s called eidetics. If I taste salt in my mouth, it’s usually something to do with bells ringing. If I taste copper, like a mouthful of pennies, it’s anxiety. Vinegar, that’s vengeance. The taste of vinegar means that this lady was very, very sour about something, and she wanted to get her own back.’
‘Well, I guess that could be a clue, couldn’t it? There couldn’t have been many women who felt so sore about The Cedars that they wanted to blow it up.’
‘That’s what I suggested to Lieutenant Chessman. He’s initiated a search through the school records, to see if anybody was aggrieved enough to do something like this. She could have been a parent, or somebody whose child was refused entry, or maybe a former pupil with some kind of imagined grudge.’
‘It could have been political. Some nut who has a fanatical objection to private education.’
They walked back to the gates together. Frank said to Nevile, ‘How come you thought that you knew me? Have we ever met before, and I just don’t remember it?’
‘I don’t think so. But there’s something about you . . . some aura . . . I saw it as you came walking along the street.’
Nevile stopped and looked into his eyes so seriously that Frank began to wonder if he were gay, and that this was one of his come-on lines. He was even more concerned when Nevile said, ‘Give me your hand – your left hand.’
Frank did what he was told. Nevile held it for a while, and to Frank’s discomfort he closed his eyes and began to rub his knuckles with the ball of his thumb.
After a while, however, he opened his eyes again and said, ‘Now I know what it is. You have a spiritual companion. That means you have somebody’s spiritual presence very close to you, somebody who needs your help. It’s as though you’re all charged up with psychic energy, like static electricity.’
As if one were shuffling over a great rug.
Frank’s mouth felt dry. ‘Do you think it could be Danny?’
‘Danny? Your son? Very possibly, although I can’t see very clearly who it is.’
‘I don’t believe in this. Danny’s dead.’
‘I don’t know what to tell you, Frank. If you don’t believe it, that’s it, there’s an end to it. But I can sense a spirit and I can sense that spirit’s need. I can also sense your need. You think you were responsible for Danny’s death, don’t you, and you can’t think how to make amends.’
‘Did Detective Booker tell you that?’
‘He didn’t have to, Frank. You’re wearing your pain like a placard.’
They walked a little further until they reached the gates. Then Frank said, ‘I guess you can understand that this is causing me some very big problems with my wife.’
‘Well, naturally.’
‘Like . . . what it amounts to . . . our marriage has run into a concrete block at a hundred miles an hour. It’s over, as far as Margot’s concerned. She suffered complications when she was pregnant with Danny. He nearly died, and when he was born the doctors told her that she could never have any more children. So, Danny was her only chance at natural motherhood, and I’m supposed to have killed him.’
‘I’m really very sorry.’
Frank turned his head away, almost as if he were talking to somebody standing on his left. ‘What I was thinking was . . . I know what I said a moment ago about not believing in the world beyond and everything . . . but I was wondering if you could come round and somehow show Margot that Danny’s still with us. I don’t know – do you ever do that kind of thing?’
‘You’re talking about psychic communication. What some people might call a séance.’
‘I guess so. I mean, is it possible for you to talk to Danny, to find out what he’s feeling now?’
‘It depends if he wants to or not. We don’t talk to the spirits, remember. They talk to us.’
‘I admit that I’m skeptical. But I’m prepared to give it a chance.’
‘So what do you need to know about Danny? Do you need to know that he forgives you for letting him die?’
Frank took a deep, steadying breath. ‘Maybe.’
‘And you think that if Danny forgives you, then Margot might find a way to forgive you, too?’
Frank exhaled like a man stepping chest-deep into cold water.
‘All right,’ said Nevile. ‘I’ll give it a try, if you really want me to. I’m afraid I don’t do it for nothing. Five hundred and fifty dollars, plus expenses.’
‘That’s OK, that’s fine.’
‘Give me your number and I’ll call you tomorrow, when I’ve finished with Lieutenant Chessman. And by the way, you don’t have to worry.’
Frank, handing his business card over, said, ‘Worry? Worry about what?’
‘I’m single, unattached, and always looking for the perfect partner. But I’m not gay, and so that perfect partner won’t be you.’
Five
Before he left The Cedars, Frank walked over to have a word with Lieutenant Chessman.
‘That was very interesting,’ he said.
‘Don’t tell me he’s converted you already.’
‘Well, let’s put it this way. I didn’t much care for the guy when I first saw him, but there’s a whole lot more to him than meets the eye.’
‘He’s very good, no question. One of the best in the world. He came over to California about ten years ago, to help with the Santa Monica Strangler investigation, and he’s been here ever since. I wouldn’t say that I know how he does it, but he does it, and that’s good enough for me.’
Detective Booker said, ‘You should meet my grandma. She can tell your fortune out of chicken’s guts and broken mirrors.’
‘You don’t mind if I take a rain check on that?’ said Lieutenant Chessman. ‘By the way, Mr Bell, I’ve just heard from headquarters. Charles Lasser has offered a five million dollar reward for information that leads to the arrest and conviction of all members of Dar Tariki Tariqat. That could help us.’
‘Charles Lasser? Star-TV?’
‘The very man.’
‘And he’s offering a five million reward? What’s the catch? He hates every other TV network with a passion, and they hate him.’