“You all right?” Charlie said from where he sprawled next to her.
Gia had landed on her left leg harder than her right and it hurt. She pulled it under her and tried to stand, leaning against the dirt wall at her back for support. It held.
“I think so.” She brushed off her jeans. “How about you?”
Charlie stood easily. “Fine.”
Light filtered down from above. Gia looked up. She could see the panels of the cellar ceiling, but all around her was dirt. She and Charlie had dropped into a well-like pit maybe a dozen feet deep and half that across.
She fought a surge of panic as the walls seemed to tilt toward her and move in. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth to let the moment pass. She’d never been claustrophobic, but she’d never been tossed into an oubliette before either.
“Tara?” she called. Her fear-dry throat made it sound more like a croak than a name. “Tara!”
No reply.
“Tara, why are you doing this to us? We never hurt you. We can help bring your killer to justice. Please let us out!”
Only silence from above.
Gia’s heart pounded as she ran her hands over the smooth circular wall. The dirt was hard packed, with no ridges or depressions for handholds.
She glanced at Charlie. His wild-eyed gaze darted up and around and back. He licked his lips as he placed his sneakered right foot against the wall, then stretched out his arms and placed both hands against the opposite side. When he
raised his left foot and put it next to his right, he was arched across the pit. Now he started inching his hands and feet upward toward light and freedom.
But after half a foot or so his hands slipped off the wall and he fell, landing on all fours like a cat. Without a word he tried again, with the same result.
He stood and leaned against the wall, head back, eyes closed, breathing hard.
“Lord, give me the strength for this, I pray you. Please.”
He tried again and this time advanced maybe a foot before falling. He sat hunched against the wall, knees up, head down, the picture of dejection.
“If the walls was just one foot closer—half a foot, even—I could slam it. I know I could.”
“It’s okay,” Gia said softly. “You gave it your best shot.”
“Not good enough.” He stood and looked at her. “We trapped.”
Gia glanced up and thought about standing on Charlie’s shoulders. But even then she’d be short of the upper rim.
“Maybe Tara will get us out when she’s ready.”
“When’s that gonna be? And why we down here anyway?”
Gia shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe she just wanted us out of the way.”
“That don’t make no sense.”
Gia had to agree, but did a ghost have to make sense? Look at what she’d said before the ground opened up: I want to be a mother. What did that mean? How could she be a mother? She was dead. But that wouldn’t stop her from wanting what she couldn’t have, Gia supposed.
“At least we’re not hurt.” She pointed to her shoulder bag lying on the dirt floor. She’d dropped it when they fell. “And we won’t go hungry because I have a couple of power bars in my—” She dropped to her knees beside the bag as she remembered. “Oh, God. My cell phone!”
She rummaged through the jumbled contents and pulled out the phone, but when she turned it on, nothing happened. No light, no beep, no power.
“Damn, it’s dead.”
Charlie knelt beside her. “Like I said. We trapped. She wouldn’t let us up the steps and I bet she ain’t lettin’ nobody down. All we got left is prayer.”
“And hope that Jack figures out I’m here.” Gia cursed herself for not leaving him a note, but she thought she was going to him. “Once he knows, he’ll get us out.”
Charlie looked at her. “You say that like it a done deal.”
“In a way. it is. He’s inventive and relentless and he won’t quit on me. Ever.” The simple truth of that was a balm on her nerves.
“That ain’t no done deal. That’s just a hope.”
Gia smiled. “No … it’s faith.” She looked around at the high dirt walls. “But we ought to be trying something to get ourselves out.” She reached out and touched the pin on Charlie’s sweatshirt. “WWJD. Not a bad idea in a situation like this.”
“True that. What Would Jesus Do?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of What Would Jack Do?” A thought occurred to her. “Where’s Lyle, by the way?”
“Out mackin’ some ladies group. Shoulda been back by now.”
“I’d guess you can count on him doing what he can to get you out of here as well, right? WWLD—What Would Lyle Do?”
Charlie looked away. “Anything he could. He never let me down before, not ’bout to start now.” Gia heard a catch in his voice. “More’n he can say for me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Long story.”
“I think we’ve got time.”
He shook his head and looked ashamed. “Nuh-uh.”
As Charlie folded his hands and bowed his head to pray, Gia scanned the walls again looking for something, anything. She remembered Jack asking her once if she wanted to take up wall climbing. She’d laughed him off. The last thing she wanted to do with her spare time was cling to a
wall like a bug. Now she wished she’d taken him up on it. Not that this wall offered much in the way of handholds, but at least—
What was that?
She spotted something shiny up on the wall. There. About six inches or so above her head. Keeping her eyes fixed on the spot, she reached up and touched it. Something hard stuck in the dirt. It felt metallic. She dug her fingernails into the dirt around it, clearing some away, but it was too hard.
“Charlie? I’ve found something.”
He was beside her in a flash, “What? Where?”
“It’s some kind of metal.”
Charlie’s extra height put him at eye level with it. “Look like brass or copper. Probably just scrap from when the place built.”
“Let’s dig it out. Who knows? Maybe it’s something we can use.”
“A’ight. Let’s see.”
As Charlie dug with his hands, Gia knelt and dug into her shoulder bag again. Finally she found it.
“Here,” she said, holding up a metal nail file. “Try this.”
He took it and began stabbing at the dirt, loosening it and then digging it out with his fingers. Soon it became clear that they’d found some sort of metal bar. When he’d exposed enough of it, Charlie grabbed the end and began wiggling it back and forth.
“Here we go!” he said as dirt began flying everywhere. “We got it now!”
Suddenly it came free and he stumbled back; falling against the opposite wall. He shook off the dirt and held up what he’d unearthed.
Gia gasped. “A cross!”
A cross with no top piece worth mentioning. Exactly like the crosses left on the wall after the whirlpool had receded. This one’s crosspiece was slightly bent and twisted and looked like nickel or silver; the upright was brass, or something that looked very much like it.
Charlie stared at it. “Gotta be one of the tau crosses from the blocks in the wall. They musta buried them after they pried them out. But we found one!” He held it high. “It’s a sign!”
“It’s a digging tool!”
“Dig? I think we deep enough already.”
“Not down—in. We can use this to dig footholds and handholds so we can climb out of here.”
Charlie grinned. “Why didn’t I think of that?” He gripped the base and swung the cross at the wall. The crosspiece dug in and sent dirt flying. “Oh, yeah! We on our way. We beat this ghost yet.”