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Aaron turned towards the table, and then folded his arms and looked at Mona, and then at Pierce.
"Why would you trust me now?" Aaron asked in a quiet voice.
"The point is this," said Randall. "We know this is one individual. We know that he is six and one-half feet tall. That he has black hair; that he is some form of mutant. We know now that Edith and Alicia suffered miscarriages. We know from the superficial autopsy results that this individual was the cause of them. We know that embryonic development in at least two cases was vastly accelerated, and that the mothers went into shock within hours of impregnation. We expect any minute to have Houston confirm similar findings in the cases of Lindsay and Clytee."
"Ah, that was her name, Clytee," said Pierce. He realized suddenly that they were all looking at him. He hadn't meant to speak out loud.
"The point is, it is not a disease," said Randall, "and it is an individual."
"And the individual is seeking to mate," said Lauren coldly. "The individual is seeking members of this family which may have genetic abnormalities which render them compatible with the individual."
"And we also know," said Randall, "that this individual is seeking his victims among the most inbred lines in the family."
"OK," Mona said, "four deaths here, two in Houston. The Houston deaths were later."
"Several hours later," said Randall. "The individual could easily have taken a plane to Houston in that time."
"So there's no supernatural agency involved in that," said Pierce. "If it is 'the man,' the man is flesh like Mother said, and the man has to move like any other man."
"When did your mother tell you it was the man?"
"Excuse me," said Ryan quietly. "Gifford said that some time ago. She didn't really know any more than any of us did. That was her speculation. Let's stick to what we do know. As Randall said, this is an individual."
"Yes," said Randall, at once taking command again, "and if we put our information together with that of Lightner and Dr. Larkin from California, we have every reason to believe this individual had a unique genome. He has some ninety-two chromosomes in a double helix exactly like that of a human, but that is, very simply, twice the number of chromosomes in a human being, and we know that the proteins and enzymes in his blood and cells are different."
Pierce could not stop thinking of his mother, could not escape the image of her lying in the sand, which he himself had not actually seen, and now was doomed to see in various forms forever. Had she been frightened? Had this thing hurt her? How did she get to the water's edge? He stared down at the table.
Randall was talking.
"It is liberating to understand," said Randall, "that it is one male, and one which can be stopped, that whatever the history of this being, whatever mysteries shroud its inception, conception or whatever we wish to call it, it is one and can be apprehended."
"But that's just it," said Mona. She spoke as she always did, as if everybody were prepared to listen to her. She looked so different with her red hair pulled back from her face, both younger and older, cheeks so soft, and face so well contoured. "It clearly is trying to be more than one. And if these embryos develop at an accelerated rate, which I think is putting it mildly by the way, this thing could have a fullborn child any time."
"That's true," said Aaron Lightner. "That's exactly true. And we cannot begin to predict the growth rate of that child. It is conceivable the child will mature as rapidly as the individual did himself, though how that happened is still a mystery. It is conceivable the thing will then breed with the child. Indeed, I would think that would be the first step, since so many lives have been lost in other efforts."
"Good Lord, you mean that's what it's trying to do?" asked Anne Marie.
"What about Rowan? Anyone hear even one word?" Mona asked.
Negative gestures and noises all around. Only Ryan bothered to mouth the word no.
"OK," said Mona. "Well, I have this to tell you. The thing nearly got me. This is how it happened."
She had told Pierce this story at Amelia Street, but as he listened now, he realized she was leaving out certain details--that she'd been with Michael, that she was naked, that she'd been asleep in the library without her clothes, that the Victrola had waked her, not the opening of the window. He wondered why she left those things out. It seemed to him that all his life he had been listening to Mayfairs leave things out. He wanted to say, Tell them that the Victrola played. Tell them. But he didn't.
There seemed some grotesque clash between the mutant individual, as they called him, and the soft legends and miracles which had always hung in a vapor about First Street. The Victrola playing. It belonged to another realm than DNA and RNA and strange fingerprints found by the coroner in Mandy Mayfair's French Quarter apartment.
Mandy's was the first death to be seen as a murder. It was all those flowers sprinkled over her body, a cinch she couldn't have done that herself, and then the bruises on her neck which indicated she had fought the thing. Gifford had not fought. No bruises. His mother must have been taken completely unawares. No fear. No suffering. No bruises.
Mona was explaining about the smell.
"I know what you're saying," said Ryan, and for the first time he looked even vaguely interested. "I know that smell. In Destin, I smelled it there. It's not a bad smell. It's almost..."
"It's good, it's sort of delicious. Makes you want to breathe it," said Mona. "Well, I can still smell it all over First Street."
Ryan shook his head. "It was faint in Destin."
"Faint to you, and strong to me, but don't you understand, that's probably some marker of genetic compatibility."
"Mona, what the hell do you know, child," demanded Randall, "about genetic compatibility?"
"Don't start in on Mona," said Ryan quietly. "There isn't time. We have to do something...specific. Find this creature. Figure out where it may appear next. Mona, did you see anything?"
"No, nothing. But I want to try to call Michael again. I've been calling up there for two hours. I don't get any answer. I'm really worried. I think I'm going to go..."
"You're not leaving this room," said Pierce. "You're not going anywhere without me."
"That's fine. You can take me up there."
Lauren made her characteristic gesture for all to come to attention--the tapping of her pen against the table. Only two taps. Never enough to drive you crazy, Pierce thought.
"Let's go through it again. There are no women who have not been notified."
"Not that we know," said Anne Marie, "and pray God if we don't know who all the Mayfairs are, then the thing doesn't either."
"There are people about questioning potential witnesses all over New Orleans and Houston," said Lauren.
"Yes, but no one saw this man leave or enter."
"Besides, we know what he looks like," said Mona. "That Dr. Larkin told you. So did the witnesses in Scotland. So did Michael."
"Lauren, there isn't anything we can do but wait," said Randall. "We have done all we can. We must very simply stay together. The thing is not going to give up. It's bound to surface. We simply have to be ready when this happens."
"How are we going to do that?" asked Mona.
"Aaron," said Ryan, his voice very soft, "can't your people in Amsterdam and London help us? I thought this was your field, this sort of thing. I remember Gifford said over and over again, 'Aaron knows,' 'Talk to Aaron.' " There was something sad and whimsical in his smile as he said this.
Pierce had never seen his father act or speak in this way.
"That's just it," said Aaron. "I don't know. I thought I did. I thought I knew the whole story of the Mayfair Witches. But obviously there are things I do not know. There are people connected with our Order who are investigating this under an authority other than mine. I am getting no clear answer from the London office, except that I am to wait to be contacted. I am at a loss. I really don't know what to tell you to do. I'm...disillusioned."
"You can't give u
p on us," said Mona. "Forget about these guys in London. Don't give up on us!"
"You have a point," said Aaron. "But I don't know that I have anything new to offer."
"Oh, hell, come on," said Mona. "Look, will somebody go in there and call Michael? I don't understand why we aren't hearing from Michael. Michael was going to change clothes and come up to Amelia Street."
"Well, maybe he did," said Anne Marie. She pressed the button on a small box beneath the table. In a subdued voice she said into the speaker, "Joyce, call Amelia Street. See if Michael Curry is there." She looked at Mona. "That's simple enough."
"Well, if you want me to offer what I have," said Aaron, "if you want me to speak up--"
"Yes?" Mona urged him on.
"I'd say the thing is most certainly looking for a mate. And if it does find that mate, if the child is conceived and born while the thing is still there to take the child away, then we have quite literally a monstrous problem."
"I'd rather stick with catching the thing," said Randall, "rather than speculating on--"
"I'm sure you would," said Aaron. "But you must think back on everything Dr. Larkin said. On what Rowan said to him. This thing has an enormous reproductive advantage! Do you understand what that means? For centuries this family has lived with one simple story: that of the man, and the man wanting to be flesh. Well, we are now dealing with something far worse--the man is not merely flesh, he is a unique and powerful species."
"Do you think this thing was planned?" Lauren asked. Her voice was cold and small and unhurried--Lauren when she was most unhappy, and most determined. "Do you think it was planned from the very beginning? That we would not only nourish this thing in our family but provide the women for it?"
"I don't know," said Aaron, "but I do know this. Whatever its superiority, it has to have some weaknesses."
"The scent, it can't hide that," said Mona.
"No, I'm speaking of physical weaknesses, something of that sort," Aaron said.
"No. Dr. Larkin was specific. So were the people in New York. The thing seems to have a powerful immunity."
"Increase and multiply and subdue the earth," said Mona.
"What does that have to do with it?" demanded Randall.
"That's what it will do," said Aaron quietly. "If we don't stop it."
Twenty-three
JULIEN'S STORY CONTINUES
