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“You’re that sure Hunter is at Avila?” she asks.
“I’d bet the pope’s red shoes. Tell her to get out every piece of Kinski’s hoodoo medical gear she has. The demon’s been working over Hunter for days. He’s going to be in bad shape.”
I don’t have to tell Vidocq what to do.
“I’ll call Father Traven,” he says.
I nod.
“Tell him to get his picnic basket together and be ready. I don’t want to give whatever’s in Avila the chance to know we’re coming.”
I get out my phone and dial the number Vidocq gave me for Julia. She answers on the second ring.
“Stark? How are things going?”
“I’ve got good news and bad news.”
“What’s the good news?”
“I know where Hunter is. We’re on our way there right now.”
“What’s the bad?”
“Aelita is involved. It might be a trap and we all might die.”
“Do I need to tell you to be careful?”
“It’s always good to be reminded. I’ll call you when it’s over. If we’re dead, I’ll call collect.”
I DON’T KNOW what to expect when we pick up Traven. How much bread do you need to bum-rush a demon out of Ferris Bueller? A baguette? A dump-truck-ful of biscuits?
Traven is waiting on the curb when we get to his place. He’s all in black, with an old-fashioned high-collared coat that makes him look like Johnny Cash’s stunt double. He’s holding a battered canvas duffel bag. It’s big, but he hefts it easily. I guess not that much bread after all.
I hit the brakes at the corner and say, “Let Traven sit up front. I want to talk to him.”
Vidocq gets out of the car and takes Traven’s duffel. He slides into the back with Candy. Traven gets in the front. I’m moving before he has the door closed.
“I understand you’ve found the boy. How’s he holding up?”
I steer the car back toward the Hollywood Hills.
“We haven’t seen him, but I know where he is. It was a place called Avila. In your line of work, you wouldn’t have heard of it. They called it a gentlemen’s club. Basically it was a casino and whorehouse for a very select group of über-rich assholes.”
“Avila? After Saint Teresa of Avila?”
“Who’s that?”
“Saint Teresa experienced an intense encounter with an angel. She describes it in sublimely intimate terms. The angel stabs her in the heart with a spear and the pain she describes is intense, but also beautiful and all-consuming.”
“I didn’t know saints went all the way on a first date.”
He nods and purses his lips. He’s heard it all before.
“A lot of people choose to interpret her description of religious ecstasy in simple sexual terms.” He shakes his head. “Goddamn Freud.”
“At least the name makes sense now. You see, Avila was a huge secret. A real Skull and Bones kind of operation. If you were one of the handful of people in the know, one of the politically anointed or rich enough to use the same accountant as Jehovah, you got access to the club inside the club. You go to see what the club was really built for.”
“And what was that?”
