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We looked at each other for a long moment. "My state of mind isn't really any of your business."
"Answer enough," he said.
"Let's order," I said.
Everyone ordered, finally even Richard. When the waitress walked away, Linus, Richard, and I headed for the rest room so he could search me for listening devices and magical booby traps.
I only had one question. "Which bathroom are we going to use?"
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We used the men's room. Linus's hands felt strangely soft as if there were no muscles under his skin, just bones and flesh. Maybe he'd given up other things to serve his master. He was creepy, but he was thorough. He even ran his fingers through my hair, which most people forget to do. He behaved himself, even when his hands were on delicate areas. He didn't give Richard any reason to grump at him. Me, either.
We all trooped back out to the table. The food hadn't arrived yet, but my coffee had. Everything goes down better with coffee.
We were again in the chairs with our backs to the door. If we'd gotten there first, they'd have had these chairs, so it was hard to bitch. Linus sat on Niley's right. I realized why we weren't in a booth. Linus wouldn't have fit.
"You wanted to talk, Niley. Talk." I sipped coffee. It was bitter and had been on the burner too long, but there's no such thing as undrinkable coffee. I did hope the food was better.
"I want you to leave town, Anita."
"Wilkes and his men already covered that. We told them we were leaving by sundown," I said.
"I know what you told the good sheriff," Niley said. He wasn't smiling now. His eyes were cool, the humor dying from his face like the sun sinking away, leaving the world to darkness.
"I don't think he believes we're leaving, Richard," I said.
"I don't care what he believes," Richard said.
I glanced at Richard. He was sitting with his arms crossed, staring at Niley. It would have been more unnerving without the manatee T-shirt, but he got the point across. So much for Richard playing clever repartee with me. I left him to his quiet anger and plowed ahead alone.
"Why is it so important that we get out of town, Niley?"
"I told you. The spirits say to come against you is death."
I shook my head. "What spirits?"
"Howard uses the Ouija board as well as his other gifts. The spirits warned of a Lady Death. A woman that would be my undoing. We were warned of this in connection to this purchase. When I heard your name mentioned, I suddenly knew who Lady Death was. The spirits say that if I come against you directly, you will slay me."
"So you sent Wilkes and his bully boys around to scare me off."
"Yes, and I hired two locals to kill you. Are they dead?"
I smiled. "I didn't search you guys for wires, now did I?"
He seemed to find that amusing. "I suppose not. But I assume the two men will not be coming back for the second half of their payment."
"You can assume that," I said.
The waitress came with our food. We were all utterly quiet as she set the plates down. She put syrup in front of me and asked if we wanted anything else. We all shook our heads, and off she went.
I stared down at my pancakes and bacon and wished I hadn't ordered them. I wasn't in the mood to spar anymore. I just wanted this over.
"If you're not supposed to confront me directly, then why the change of plans? Why this meeting?"
He smiled and cut a piece of his country omelet. "Anita, do not be coy. I think we both know that Wilkes does not have the stomach for this work. He may work himself up to shooting you, but he is not up to truly scaring you away. His threat, shall we say, lacks a certain fright factor." He took his bite of omelet and chewed.
"Is the threat next?" I said, pouring syrup on my pancakes.
He smiled, dabbed at his mouth with a napkin, and shook his head. "Let us save that for last. Now, ask your questions."
"Why do you want this piece of land?"
Richard shifted in his chair, leaning forward. He'd been wondering about that particular question longer than I had.
"There is a relic on that land somewhere. I need to own the land so I can tear it up and search for the relic."
"What relic?" I asked.
He smiled. "The lance that pierced Christ's side."
I stared at him. I stared at him longer. He didn't seem to be kidding. "That is a myth, Niley."
"You don't believe in Christ?"
"Of course I do, but a Roman lance doesn't last for thousands of years. It was lost long ago."
"Do you believe in the Grail?" he asked.
"The Grail is a historical fact. It's been found and lost twice in recorded history. The spear has never been authenticated. It's passed around like the bones of some saint, but it's just bait for the gullible."
"Do I look gullible, Anita?"
"No," I said. "How did it get to the mountains of Tennessee?"
"The spear was given as a private gift to President James Madison."
I frowned at him. "I don't remember that from history class."
"It is listed among the gifts from a certain Mideastern principality. One spear. Roman. Unfortunately, it was one of the items that went missing after the British burned and sacked Washington, D.C., in 1815."
"I remember reading about the burning of the White House during the War of 1812. Valuables went missing. So, say you're right. How did it end up here?" I asked.
"Howard has chased it here through his psychic gifts. The spirits have led us to this place. We hired a diviner, and he traced off the boundaries of our search area. That area lies within Greene's land."
"Search the land," Richard said. "You don't have to buy it to do that. You don't have to disturb the trolls to search for a spear."
"It could be buried anywhere on the land, Richard. I don't think Greene would appreciate us tearing up his property unless we owned it."
"I'm amazed that Greene is still alive," I said.
"We looked into his father's will. Did you know that if the man's son dies, the land becomes an animal preserve? He was enamored of your trolls, Mr. Zeeman, was the late Farmer Greene."
"I didn't know that," Richard said.
"Why should you? John Greene, the man's son, is trying to sell to us. He told us all the provisions of his father's estate. He was complaining about them, but it saved his life. So we must buy the land, and the trolls must be gone for that -- unless you will simply stop fighting the sale in court." Niley smiled at Richard. "Would you do that for me, Richard? Would you just let us buy the land? I promise we will disturb your trolls as little as possible."
Richard leaned over to me and whispered, "Are you running your foot up and down my leg?"
I looked at him. "No."
Richard scooted his chair back with a loud scrape. He moved closer to me, one arm going around the back of my chair. "Once you own the land, Niley, you can bulldoze it, and we can't stop you. The only thing we can do is stop your purchase."
"Richard, you disappoint me. After our little tete-a-tete in the bathroom, I thought we were friends."
Richard blushed almost purple from his neck to the roots of his hair. "Why did you kill Betty?"
"Why, to frame the trolls for the death of a person. I thought you would have figured that out by now."
"Why Betty?"
Linus answered in his high, musical voice. "She was a liar, a traitoress, and a wanton thing. She opened herself to evil."
Power breathed off of Richard from the arm against my back. An almost visible aura of heat rose around him. It clicked with something deep inside of me. I put a hand on his thigh. He jumped until he realized it was me, then settled back. I thought soothing thoughts at him. But what he was thinking of was Betty, and the thought was strong enough that he made me flash on her body. I had one quick visual of her torn br**sts, and he stood so abruptly his chair fell to the floor. His hands were on the table, and he swayed softly. I thought he might faint.
I started to touch him, but was afraid to, afraid he'd see more. Shang-Da came to take his arm.
The voices around us had quieted, hushed. Everyone was looking. "Please, Richard, sit down," I whispered.
Shang-Da helped him sit. We all waited quietly, watching each other until the voices around us rose and everyone went back to eating. Howard whispered, "Your auras converged for a moment. They became one piece and flared. What are you to each other?"
