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Chapter 24-25
24
AUGUSTUS BRINE
Augustus Brine was sitting in his pickup, parked a block away from Jenny's house. In the morning twilight he could just make out the outline of Jenny's Toyota and an old Chevy parked in front. The king of the Djinn sat in the passenger seat next to Brine, his rheumy blue eyes just clearing the dashboard.
Brine was sipping from a cup of his special secret roast coffee. The thermos was empty and he was savoring the last full cup. The last cup, perhaps, that he would ever drink. He tried to call up a Zen calm, but it was not forthcoming and he berated himself; trying to think about it pushed it farther from his grasp. "Like trying to bite the teeth," the Zen proverb went. "There is not only nothing to grasp, but nothing with which to grasp it. " The closest he was going to get to no-mind was to go home and destroy a few million brain cells with a few bottles of wine - not an option.
"You are troubled, Augustus Brine. " The Djinn had been silent for over an hour. At the sound of his voice Brine was startled and almost spilled his coffee.
"It's the car," Brine said. "What if the demon is in the car? There's no way to know. "
"I will go look. "
"Look? You said he was invisible. "
"I will get in the car and feel around. I will sense him if he is that close. "
"And if he's there?"
"I will come back and tell you. He cannot harm me. "
"No. " Brine stroked his beard. "I don't want them to know we're here until the last minute. I'll risk it. "
"I hope you can move fast, Augustus Brine. If Catch sees you, he will be on you in an instant. "
"I can move," Brine said with a confidence that he did not feel. He felt like a fat, old man - tired and a little wired from too much coffee and not enough sleep.
"The woman!" The Djinn poked Brine with a bony finger.
Jenny was coming out of the house in her waitress uniform. She made her way down the front steps and across the shallow front yard to her Toyota.
"At least she's still alive. " Brine was preparing to move. With Jenny out of the house one of their problems was solved, but there would be little time to act. The demonkeeper could come out at any moment. If their trap was not set, all would be lost.
The Toyota turned over twice and died. A cloud of blue smoke coughed out of the exhaust pipe. The engine cranked, caught again, sputtered, and died; blue smoke.
"If she goes back to the house, we have to stop her," Brine said.
"You will give yourself away. The trap will not work. "
"I can't let her go back in that house. "
"She is only one woman, Augustus Brine. The demon Catch will kill thousands if he is not stopped. "
"She's a friend of mine. "
The Toyota cranked again weakly, whining like an injured animal, then fired up. Jenny revved the engine and pulled away leaving a trail of oily smoke.
"That's it," Brine said. "Let's go. " Brine started the truck, pulled forward, and stopped.
"Turn off the engine," the Djinn said.
"You're out of your mind. We leave it running. "
"How will you hear the demon if he comes before you are ready?"
Begrudgingly, Brine turned off the key. "Go!" he said.
Brine and the Djinn jumped out of the truck and ran around to the bed. Brine dropped the tailgate. There were twenty ten-pound bags of flour, each with a wire sticking out of the top. Brine grabbed a bag in each hand, ran to the middle of the yard, paying out wire behind him as he went. The Djinn wrestled one bag out of the truck and carried it like a babe in his arms to the far corner of the yard.
With each trip to the truck Brine could feel panic growing inside him. The demon could be anywhere. Behind him the Djinn stepped on a twig and Brine swung around clutching his chest.
"It is only me," the Djinn said. "If the demon is here, he will come after me first. You may have time to escape. "
"Just get these unloaded," Brine said.
Ninety seconds after they had started, the front yard was dotted with flour bags, and a spider web of wires led back to the truck. Brine hoisted the Djinn into the bed of the truck and handed him two lead wires. The Djinn took the wires and crouched over a car battery that Brine had secured to the bed of the truck with duct tape.
"Count ten, then touch the wires to the battery," Brine said. "After they go off, start the truck. "
Brine turned and ran across the yard to the front steps. The small porch was too close to the ground for Brine to crawl under, so he crouched beside it, covering his face with his arms, counting to himself, "seven, eight, nine, ten. " Brine braced himself for the explosion. The seal bombs were not powerful enough to cause injury when detonated one at a time, but twenty at once might produce a considerable shock wave. "Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, shit!" Brine stood up and tried to see into the bed of the truck.
"The wires, Gian Hen Gian!"
"It is done!" Came the answer.
Before Brine could say anything else the explosions began - not a single blast, but a series of blasts like a huge string of firecrackers. For a moment the world turned white with flour. Then storms of flame swirled around the front of the house and mushroomed into the sky as the airborne flour was ignited by successive explosions. The lower branches of the pines were seared and pine needles crackled as they burned.
At the sight of the fire storms, Brine dove to the ground and covered his head. When the explosion subsided, he stood and tried to see through the fog of flour, smoke, and soot that hung in the air. Behind him he heard the front door open. He turned and reached up into the doorway, felt his hand close around the front of a man's shirt, and yanked back, hoping he was not pulling a demon down off the steps.
"Catch!" the man screamed. "Catch!"
