But she hadn't found an opening. Or so she'd told herself during the trip from Midtown to Astoria. Truth was, she simply hadn't been able to admit that she'd been so careless.
She'd tell him on the way home for sure.
The second reason was that she wanted to ask Ifasen—Lyle—about his two-child prediction. The rational part of her brain knew it had been a trick or a lucky guess, or whatever, but another part kept asking, Did he know? And if so, was there any more he could tell her? She knew the questions would keep bouncing around her mind until she had some answers.
Yes, she knew it didn't make sense, and that this wasn't like her, but…
Hey, I'm pregnant. I've got hormones surging every which way. I don't have to make sense.
Jack had his arm around her waist as they walked along the uneven sidewalk toward Lyle's yard.
Lyle… it carried nowhere near the spiritualistic ring, the psychic vibrations of Ifasen.
"You have returned?"
Gia jumped at the sound of a lilting woman's voice behind her. She and Jack turned as one.
"Pardon me?" Gia said.
An Indian woman in a red sari. Gia thought she looked familiar, and then remembered she'd seen her Friday night. Right here in fact. She'd worn a blue sari then, but she had the same big German shepherd on a leash.
"You must not go in there," the woman said. "Very bad for you."
"You told us that the other night," Jack said, "but nothing happened. So why are you—?"
"Something did happen!" Her black eyes flashed. "Earth tremble!"
"So what are you telling us?" Jack said. "If we go in there again there'll be another earthquake?"
"I am telling you it is a bad place, dangerous for both of you."
The woman seemed so sincere, and that struck an uneasy chord within Gia. When her dog looked up at her with his big brown shepherd's eyes and whimpered, it only added to her disquiet.
"Thank you for the warning," Jack said. He took Gia's arm and guided her away, toward the house. "Let's go."
Gia complied, but as they moved away she glanced back over her shoulder to see the woman and her dog staring after them.
She leaned against Jack. "What was she talking about?"
"She could be talking about the house's history, or she might think we're heading in to attend a séance and because of that our salvation is in jeopardy. Who knows?"
Gia glanced back again but the woman and her dog were gone. Moved on, she guessed.
As they headed up the walk toward the house Gia tried to put her unease behind her. To lighten up she pointed to the dead brown leaves on all the foundation plantings.
"Who's his gardener? Julio?"
Jack laughed. "No. Just one phase of the harassment he's been suffering. If all goes well, that will come to an end real soon."
"But no rough stuff, right?"
"Pure subterfuge, my dear, and nothing more."
Good, she could have said. I don't want your child growing up without a father.
But she didn't want to lay that on him just as they walked through Lyle Kenton's door.
The man who had been Ifasen answered Jack's knock. He wore a cutoff Spartans sweatshirt, blue running shorts, and was barefoot.
"Jack," he said, but his smile was weak, distracted. "Right on time. Come on in."
"I don't know if you remember Gia," Jack said. "She was here Friday night with Junie and the rest of us."
"Yes, of course." He gave Gia a fleeting smile and a quick little bow. "Nice to see you again." He seemed tense.
Jack must have noticed it too. As he guided Gia ahead of him through the door he said, "Something wrong?"
Lyle shook his head. "Some strange stuff going on with the house last night."
"You think it's the Fosters?" Jack looked surprised. "They should be—"
Lyle shook his head. "Definitely not them."
"That's good. Anything I can do?"
His eyes took on a strange look. Not fear, not anger.
More like dismay. "Not in your field. I'll go get your money."
Whatever was going on, he didn't seem to want to talk about it. But maybe he'd talk about Friday night.
"Before you go," Gia said as Lyle started to turn away, "can I ask just one question?"
He stopped and looked at her. "Certainly."
"It's about Friday night… when you were answering those questions we'd written on those cards."
"The billet reading. What about it?"
"Well…" She glanced at Jack who was watching her with a puzzled expression. She felt foolish. He'd already answered the question for her, but she had to hear it again, in the flesh. "I don't know if you remember my question… I asked—"
"'How many children will I have?' Correct? And I told you it would be two, I believe." Another quick half-smile. "Did you want a different answer?"
"I… I want to know why you said that number. Was it just a guess, or was it, I mean, do you know something?"
"Gia," Jack said, "didn't I—"
"I know, Jack, but just let me hear it from him."
Lyle was looking at Jack.
"Go ahead," Jack said. "Tell her." He paused, then added, "The truth."
Lyle hesitated, then shrugged. "Just a guess. Nothing more."
"You're sure? No little voice, no psychic emanations?"
"Just a guess. Anything else?"
"No. That's all. Thanks for your honesty."
Lyle gave another of his little bows and opened a door behind him. As he receded down a hallway, Gia saw what looked like a kitchen and windows opening onto the rear of the house.
"Told you," Jack said when they were alone. He looked a little annoyed that his explanation hadn't been enough.
"I'm sorry, Jack."
"Nothing to be sorry for." He was staring at her. "But is that why you wanted to come along today? To ask him that?"
She nodded. "Dumb, huh."
Maybe it wasn't so dumb, considering her present condition, but she sure felt dumb.
He smiled at her. "Nothing you do is dumb. It's just that I don't understand this sudden fixation on something a complete stranger said."
"I'll explain later… on the way home." I hope.
Jack was still staring at her. "I don't get it. What—?"
Just then Lyle returned with a white, legal-size envelope. He handed it to Jack.
"Here you go. First half. When do you think the second payment will be due?"
"Assuming all goes well," Jack said, "in a few days."
"Phase two is still on for tomorrow afternoon?"
Lyle obviously was trying to be cryptic. He probably didn't know that Jack had told her about the Kentons' problems with Madame Pomerol on the drive out. Gia decided to leave it that way.
She didn't catch Jack's reply because movement in the hallway behind Lyle caught her attention. She rose on tiptoe and craned her neck for a better look.
A pale-skinned girl with long blond hair was walking down the hall toward the kitchen. She was dressed in what looked like riding clothes—breeches and boots. Was there a stable nearby? She looked to be about Vicky's age—couldn't have been more than eight or nine. Gia wondered where she'd come from and what she was doing here.
As the girl turned the corner into the kitchen, she glanced over her shoulder and her blue eyes locked with Gia's. And Gia saw in them a depth of need, of longing that pierced her heart.
Lyle's glance flicked toward her. He must have seen something in her face. "Something wrong?"
"Who's the little girl?"
Lyle whirled as if he'd heard a shot behind him. "Little girl? Where?"
"Right there, in the hall." He was blocking her view now. Gia leaned left to see and found the hall empty. "She was there a second ago."
"There's no girl in this house, big or little."
"I saw her. A little blonde." Gia pointed down the hall. "She was right there, walking toward the kitchen."