“Crap,” she muttered, and spun to pull open the door to reveal a startled Marcus standing in the hall, one hand raised and curled to knock.
“Oh. Good. You’re up,” he said after a pause. He shifted from one foot to another and then gave her a crooked smile and asked, “How do you feel?”
“We have to go,” Divine announced, pushing past him into the hall.
“What?” Marcus said with surprise, and then hurried to follow her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Divine. You’ve just woken up. You aren’t really through with healing yet. You should rest a bit and—”
“What day is it?” she asked as she started down the stairs.
“It’s Tuesday evening. About 4 P.M.,” he answered helpfully.
“Damn, I’ll never make it to a bank before it closes,” she muttered and then shrugged. She would worry about that later. Right now, she had to get to Madge and Bob and see what was going on.
“Divine.” Marcus was sounding less caught out, and more exasperated. He was regaining his footing after his initial surprise. The fact that it had taken this long, though, told her that he, at least, still wasn’t fully healed. She supposed she probably wasn’t either, but she felt fine. A little thirsty, maybe, but the marks from his stabbing her with the arrow and clawing at her chest were gone. There wasn’t even the faintest scarring anymore. Any healing still taking place would be inside.
“Dammit, Divine, stop!” Marcus suddenly barked, catching her arm as she stepped off the stairs and headed for the front door.
“What’s going on?” Vincent asked, drawing their attention as he started up the hall toward them with Jackie at his side.
Marcus opened his mouth to answer, but Divine quickly said, “Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us. But I have to go now.”
She sensed rather than saw Marcus’s head swiveling sharply in her direction. “A minute ago it was ‘We have to go,’ ” he growled, sounding annoyed.
Divine shrugged. “Well, I do. You don’t though, so I understand if you want to stay here with your friends. I can always take a taxi back to the carnival grounds.”
“You are not taking a taxi—” He stopped suddenly, realization on his face. “The carnival won’t be there anymore. They were moving on to the next town on Sunday night.”
“They might have been held up by the fire, it being arson and all,” Divine said quietly. “If they were, I’ll clear things up so they can continue with their schedule. If not, then I’ll still clear things up with the local firemen and police and what have you, and then I’ll follow them to the next town.”
She wasn’t sure if that last part was true. Divine had no idea what she would do. She might catch up to the carnival just long enough to see how Bob and Madge were taking things and to assure them she was all right. After all, she’d disappeared rather abruptly. But after that, she’d have to move on to something else. The problem was, she wasn’t sure just what she’d move on to.
“Divine’s right,” Jackie said thoughtfully.
“She is?” Marcus asked with amazement.
“About what exactly?” Vincent asked.
“Well, we’ve been so busy worrying about whether she was . . . er . . .”
Divine raised her eyebrows and simply watched as the woman floundered. She knew the ending to that sentence had been “whether she was Basha or not.” However, she also knew Jackie wasn’t going to say it now that she’d caught herself. The question was, what would she use in its place?
As it turned out, Jackie didn’t say anything. It was Vincent who saved her bacon by suggesting, “Whether she was healing all right?”
“Yes,” Jackie breathed on a relieved sigh and even managed to smile. “We’ve been so worried about these two healing that we didn’t consider what would be going on with the local authorities.” She glanced to Marcus. “You said you could smell gas and that the flames erupted all around the RV at once? Filling every window?” She barely waited for Marcus to nod before saying, “Well, it won’t take long at all for the authorities to decide the fire was deliberately set, and since you two disappeared directly afterward . . .”
Marcus blinked in surprise. “You think they’ll think Divine and I set the fire?”
“More likely they’ll think you set the fire since Divine wasn’t there,” Vincent commented, looking thoughtful. “But the two of you disappearing after that will probably make them think you set the fire and maybe kidnapped her or something when you realized she wasn’t caught in the fire.”
“What?” Marcus squawked with dismay.
“It’s all right. We can fix this,” Jackie said at once and then gave her head a shake and admitted, “Although I’m a little embarrassed that we didn’t think of this when you first arrived. The sooner we’d tended to it, the less fixing there would have been. By now, a lot of people are probably involved and every one of them will need mind wiping and such.” She clucked with irritation and then suddenly said, “Who are you calling?”
Divine didn’t bother glancing around from the phone she’d picked up, but punched in numbers as she answered, “Information. I need the number for a taxi service.”
Marcus immediately snatched the phone from her hand. “You don’t need a taxi. I’ll take you back. I’m certainly not letting you go back alone with people bashing you over the head and setting your home on fire.”
“We’ll all go,” Vincent said, suddenly sounding cheerful. “In fact that was the plan all along. Marcus was sure you’d want to return to the carnival as soon as you were up and about, so I called the office and had a couple of our vehicles sent over.”
Vincent moved past her to the front door, and threw it open with a dramatic gesture that was punctuated by the house alarm suddenly blaring all around them. Cursing, he rushed to a panel on the wall and began punching in numbers to silence it.
“Forgot about the . . . er . . .” Vincent gestured toward the panel with a grimace and then moved back to take her arm. “Close your eyes,” he ordered as he ushered her toward the door.
Divine reluctantly did as he asked, and allowed him to lead her outside. When he said, “Okay, open,” she blinked her eyes open to find him standing in front of her grinning like an idiot and blocking her view. Just as she started to arch an eyebrow, he waved his arms about like a magician and then stepped aside with a loud singsong of “Ta-daaaa!”
Divine stared in surprise. There were two RVs parked in front of the house, both of them at least as large if not larger than her own had been. She stared at them briefly and then said, “They look new.”
“Newish,” Vincent admitted. “We have older ones, but I like to travel in comfort so told them to send the newer ones.”
Divine frowned. “I understood you were in the theater business.”
“Among other things,” Vincent agreed. “We use these sometimes for dressing rooms for the more demanding stars in our plays. Or for stakeouts.”
“More for stakeouts than demanding stars,” Jackie said dryly. “Vincent doesn’t seem to understand that stakeout means being unobtrusive and drawing as little attention to yourself as possible, and that parking a big old boat of a recreational vehicle out in the street is the opposite of unobtrusive.”
“Nonsense,” Vincent said at once. “We’ve never once been pegged as being on a stakeout.”
“Only because no one with any sense would imagine a detective would be stupid enough to drive such a ridiculously large and noticeable vehicle around on a stakeout,” Jackie said with exasperation.
“See. It works then,” Vincent said with a pleased smile.
Jackie shook her head, but then smiled and even gave a short laugh as she admitted, “Yes, it does.”