CHAPTER TWELVE

 

 

I dropped Von off at DGI.

As she got out of the truck, she glared at me. “My team and I will conjure up a spell and liquefy all the corpses in the metro area. It will be done in an hour or two. One way or another, we’re sending you the bill.”

I laughed. “Good luck with that.”

“You’ll pay.”

“Get in line.”

“We’ll sue your ass.”

“Your lawyer would cost more than I make in a year, so you’d gain nothing.”

“We will get paid. One way or another. Mark my words.”

“Consider them marked. You have a nice day.”

I pulled away. It was almost noon. Traffic on I-25 would be awful because it’s always awful.

“That was . . . interesting,” Miranda said.

“Aren’t you glad you tagged along?”

“Does it bother you to sic those zombie guys on the people at DGI?”

“They’re not zombies.”

“Whatever. They’re dead guys walking around, so in my book, that’s a zombie.”

“Fine. Call them what you want.”

“Doesn’t it bother you, though?”

“Nope.”

She stared at me, so I sighed and figured I’d best explain myself.

“Here’s the thing,” I said. “The people who run DGI are assholes. They think that because they have magic that they’re better than everyone else. They refuse to help people unless they can turn a profit at it or unless their asses are on the line, and even then they’d rather not do anything unless absolutely necessary. They should have looked at the corpse problem as a public hazard and agreed to handle it because it’s the right thing to do. They don’t see the upside. I just made sure they had to take care of the problem. They aren’t in any danger. They’ll have to use a few people to cast the spell, so those people won’t be researching new uses for magic. The cost of materials to get the job done will be miniscule. The benefit to the public will be astronomical. For a few hours of work, the public is safe and anyone who dies in the next week or so won’t have their bodies walking around without their souls.”

“You don’t think they should make money for providing magical services?”

“I’m not against it unless I’m the one footing the bill. However, the magic division is funded by all the engineering branches. The wizards and necromancers and healers and such don’t have to bring in any money for the company to be profitable.”

“That doesn’t mean they should simply donate their services.”

“In cases where public safety is an issue, I think they should.”

“You said yourself that the dead people are really more of a nuisance. They attacked us, but you were calm and when I look back at that, I suspect you knew they weren’t trying to kill us.”

“True enough. But even if they were trying to kill us, DGI would try to price gouge, and I think that’s wrong. On anything else, they can charge whatever they like. My parents worked there, and back then it was a much different company. They used the mundane business side to fund their research and everything was geared toward improving the world in general.”

“What happened to your parents?”

“They died in a car wreck.” That wasn’t true, but it saved a lot of questions.

“They were wizards?”

I nodded and changed lanes. Traffic sucked ass. My phone rang. “Hang on,” I said. “It’s Kelly.” I took the call. “We’re gonna be a bit late.”

“I’ll have Brand take me home. You have a meeting this afternoon, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Is Miranda going with you?”

“Walter doesn’t like her.”

“Take her home, then. And get the truck back by six. Don’t forget to gas it up.”

“You got it.”

“How did it go with DGI?”

I filled her in, and she said she liked my play. Then she said, “You planning to leave the Firebird in my parking lot?”

“I’ll call the insurance company and have it towed to the shop.”

“It’s probably totaled.”

“I love that car. I may have it fixed anyway.”

“So it can get wrecked again? Nice. You should buy something that can withstand your proclivities.”

“Such as?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “A tank?”

***

Against her wishes, I dropped Miranda off at her place. She owned a nice American Foursquare house in the Capitol Hill area just south of Wax Trax, where I used to buy a lot of records and CDs. I guess DGI paid better than I realized. I could barely afford my apartment. Maybe I should ask Phil for an application next time I head down to the Tech Center. I stopped in front of her house, but there was no place to park. I promised to swing by and get her after my meeting with Walter, but she was not happy.

“You’re not my only client,” I said. “However, I am meeting Walter to try to get your heart back, so deal with it.”

“I want to go with you.”

“Some other time.”

“What if people show up here?”

“That’s not going to happen. Von and her team should be getting rid of all the bodies now. Whatever’s using them won’t have them to use anymore.”

“I hope you’re right. I know you say they’re not dangerous, but what if they decide to change tactics?”

“I think they’re under strict orders. They need to find out where my friend is staying, so they can’t change tactics too much. If they kill anyone, all bets are off.”

“I wish I believed that.”

“You have my number. Call me if anything happens.”

A car pulled up behind me, and I motioned the driver to go around. His car barely squeezed past the truck, and he glared at me as he went by. The neighborhood really needed wider streets and driveways so people could park somewhere.

My phone rang. Sadly, it wasn’t one of the Denver Broncos cheerleaders wanting to go out on the town.

“Give me a number,” Walter said.

“Seven.”

“A control number, Shade. Four digits.”

“You anxious to get started?”

“I’m going to have Cynthia monitor me in the car. She reminded me we have bowling practice today with the guys. You’ll need to meet us at the alley.” He gave me the address on Leetsdale. I knew the place.

I checked the time on my phone then put it back to my ear. “It will take me about twenty minutes to get there.”

“No rush. We’ll be there for a few hours. Number?”

“Four sevens,” I said, thinking I wanted him to find the heart.

“Your originality is impressive. See you in a bit.”

I ended the call. Miranda stared at me. “Was that the call I hope it was?”

I nodded. “Walter is going to try to locate your heart.”

“From a number?”

“Control number. He says it doesn’t mean anything, but evidently if he has a number, he can go back to the same location again using it.”

“Would he see his astral body there and multiply like time travelers at the crucifixion?”

“I think the only time travel we can actually do is moving into the future one second at a time unless we move across time zones.”

“From what I read about remote viewing on the Internet, they claim to be able to move through time and space and even visit alien worlds.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me.” I started to leave, but she clearly didn’t want me to go yet.

“You don’t believe in alien worlds?” she asked.

“I know there are other planets out there. There might even be life on some of them. But these clowns can say they go to other worlds all they want and that doesn’t prove anything, and in my view, if someone makes an outlandish claim like that, the burden of proof is on them.”

“But you’re still having Walter try to locate my heart.”

“Can’t hurt.”

“And if he locates it, will you believe the other things too?”

“No.”

“Why not? He’ll have given you proof.”

“Being able to locate something here is one thing, but being able to go back in time to explore the Library at Alexandria is something else again.”

“It wouldn’t do them any good unless they can read ancient languages.”

“They’d probably claim they can read any language in their spirit form or some crap like that.”

“What if they could?”

“Then they would have done so already.”

“Maybe they did.”

“Right, and the government has the bodies of aliens at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base and they test flying saucers at Area 51 and vacation at Atlantis under the Antarctic.”

“I thought it was in the Bermuda Triangle.”

“Or the Madagascar Trapezoid.”

“I’ve never heard of that one.”

“Probably just as well. I’ll be back later.”

“Be safe.”

I laughed. “I’m going to a bowling alley. What could possibly happen there?”

“You probably shouldn’t have said that.”