Out of Body (13 page)

“He didn’t just disappear,” Gray muttered.

B
y the time he saw the last of Nat and Bucky’s vehicle, Gray was pumping his legs along North Peters Street and breaking a sweat.

The sweat had as much to do with praying that he could catch up with Marley before she got into trouble as with running hard on a muggy day.

He must be losing his touch. When she had announced she had “places to go and people to see”—more or less—she might as well have admitted she was going after Sidney and Pipes—only he hadn’t immediately put the two things together. Allowing himself to be sidetracked by Nat hadn’t helped.

And how did he know if he’d really met Marley’s brother? She hadn’t mentioned him other than in passing and never said what his name was. Sykes Millet sounded like a made-up name to Gray. The man had been built like a strong, lean athlete and a little woman like Marley would be no match for him if he decided to grab her.

Hell, where was his head? Even Bernie Bois had talked about all of the Millets being redheads. Gray had met one of Marley’s sisters already and the woman’s hair had been an amazing coppery-red.

The man who called himself her brother had dark hair. He had also been in a hurry to take off the moment Gray’s
back was turned—a cop was in sight. A lot of people could tell a cop when they saw one.

Marley could be irritating with her overgrown
attitude
, but she wouldn’t be the first small woman to pretend she could look after herself no matter the circumstances. If so-called Sykes had a mean streak and was on his way to use it on Marley, she would be no match for him.

Pedestrians crammed each sidewalk and the narrow streets were clotted with cars, trucks, bikes and motorbikes; anything wheeled that would move. People yelled, and laughed—and jaywalked. And the street bands played, confident of their right to gum up progress as long as they kept toes tapping.

Damn. Depending on how fast she could move, he might have no chance of catching up with her. He didn’t want her following Danny and the two women into Scully’s. Until he was sure Danny wasn’t involved in whatever had happened to Liza and Amber, he didn’t trust him.

He hardly knew this woman, but he cared about her. That almost stopped him in his tracks.
Keep moving and quit thinking
. He did care about her. There was something different about her, and not just her psychic talents—which he was less and less inclined to doubt. Marley didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about herself—that was different. She cared about other people and it showed.

Gray cut through an alley. Marley had deliberately tried to throw him off by making it look as if she had headed into the Warehouse District rather than toward Scully’s. He was betting she didn’t go far off the track before doubling back and making directly for the other club.

The traffic was slow. He ended his sprint at Canal Street.

A fresh spurt of honking turned him around. At the entrance to Chartres Street, someone in a bumblebee suit pushed a double-decker cart loaded with hats of every shape, color and size into the intersection.

At any other time, Gray would laugh. Not now. He was too strung out. He didn’t have any options left but to head straight for Scully’s.

He stopped a block short and mingled with the strolling tourists. Ahead, the neon club sign flashed, its colors anemic in the daylight. A cab stood at the curb outside the Hotel Camille, alive now that guests came and went through the revolving front doors.

Not a single red-haired woman, tall, short or in between, could he pick out in the crowds.

Scully’s didn’t serve food in the daytime so only a few hardy drinkers straggled in. There wasn’t any music until the evening. Danny said the reason was that any daytime tourists in search of a meal headed for Bourbon Street. The regulars were all he got.

He had to go in, Gray decided. And he’d think of something to say by the time he got there.

At the curb, waiting for an open-topped tour bus to pass, he had an interrupted view of the door at Scully’s. Riders’ heads got in the way, then breaks came and he glimpsed his target through grubby windows.

Not so grubby that he didn’t see the sun catch on the polished brass door handle when two women left Scully’s. One tall, dark haired and dressed in beige, the other shorter with long, blond hair.

He readied himself to erupt across the street as soon as the bus was out of his way. To his right sat another taxi, just idling away, its filthy noxious exhaust trembling in the heat.

The women across the street got into a black BMW that surged away, threading through impossibly small spaces and skimming the sidewalk when necessary.

Why such a hurry? he wondered.

Gray dithered an instant, deciding whether to try following.

Most likely an instant too long. He decided to go after the women and waved in the wing mirror of the cab closest to him.

A small woman nabbed it before he could reach the handle. Intent on securing the ride, she didn’t look in his direction, but she wore a black T-shirt and shorts. Even if a stray red curl or two at the back of Marley’s neck, beneath the wide brim of a veiled, black hat hadn’t given her away, the flash of her long trailing leg would have.

Up ahead the BMW made a right turn followed by Marley’s cab.

Gray felt doom bearing down on him. He was going to lose Marley and he didn’t want to think about the potential outcome of that.

A bicycle messenger ran down the steps from a military model shop. “Hey,” Gray said, hopping in front of the lanky, blond kid. “Can I borrow your bike?”

“Do I look stupid?” the kid said.

Gray grabbed the handlebars of the messenger’s rusted-out bike. “I’ve got to get somewhere. I’m desperate.”

“I gotta get back to base or I’m toast.”

Whipping out some bills, Gray flapped them in the blond boy’s face. “Would this buy the bike?” It was three times what the heap of rust was worth.

The kid was moving a wad of gum from one cheek to the other and closing his fingers on the money when Gray leaped on the bicycle. As he rode away, he grabbed the messenger’s black baseball cap.

“What’s that?” the kid hollered. “Now you gotta get extra with the deal.”

“Why not,” Gray shouted without turning back. “Don’t we all expect a little
lagniappe
with our deals? I gave you extra, didn’t I?”

He pedaled away with the sound of disbelieving laughter in his ears.

The BMW, with Marley’s cab on its tail, made a loop and headed away from the French Quarter. Gray pulled the baseball cap down over his eyes and pedaled like hell,
making sure he didn’t get too close, or a traffic light too many behind. He soon saw their route led back through the warehouse and business areas toward the Garden District.

Bikes were good things in tight spots. Somewhere in the back of the garage at the Creole cottage he shared with Gus in the Faubourg Marigny there was a bicycle. He’d check it out and keep it handy.

The Garden District came up fast, partly because of the speed the BMW managed to make by keeping up its weaving path between all vehicular comers.

Greek Revival, Romanesque and Italianate mansions glowed in the sunlight along streets lined with old oaks and sycamores.

Between elaborate columns, closed shutters helped trap cool air inside the high-ceilinged rooms they hid.

Here there were fewer cars. Gray hung back and hoped that Marley wasn’t looking.

His next thought was gratitude that he had slowed down. The cab swerved to the side of the road and stopped as if it had encountered a spike strip.

Under most circumstances, Gray would have ridden past, but that would be pushing his luck. He rode onto the sidewalk, leaned the bike against a hedge and crouched down as if he was having problems with a chain.

The black car had pulled into the driveway of a vast pink mansion with intricate wrought-iron railings along its flower-laden galleries and central double doors at the top of a tall flight of white stone steps. The house stood atop mounded lawns so green they didn’t look quite real and pristine pathways snaked through the grounds. Just visible at the back of the property was a white pavilion surrounded by flower beds. As Gus would say, this house wasn’t bought with green stamps.

Marley got out of the cab and paid it off. Gray could make a few guesses at the next move she intended to make and any of the possibilities could mean trouble.

She stood behind the trunk of a large tree and peered around to look across the street. He understood why she needed to cover her hair, but where had she come up with the huge black straw affair? She might as well be in a raincoat with the collar turned up!

Sidney ran up the front steps of the mansion and paused, looked back to watch Pipes’s slow climb. Gray saw Sidney’s impatient head motion. Then he saw Marley prepare to leave her cover.

One of the front doors of the house called Bord De L’Eau opened and the women went inside.

Gray sprang. He caught Marley in the middle of the street, hauled her from her feet and carried her, kicking, back to the sidewalk.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed when he plunked her down behind the tree she’d recently left. “Where did you come from? You followed me, Gray Fisher.”

“You’re right. And I’m going to keep on following you as long as you seem to have a death wish.”

“Y
ou are so out of line,” Marley told Gray. “Get out of my way.”

His expression went from inscrutable to steely determined and he muscled her against the tree. “When I can trust you not to try something bloody stupid—like showing up at that house over there without an invitation—I’ll let you go wherever you want to.”

“Trust me?” Her voice rose to a squeak. She cleared her throat. “You are out of your mind. It doesn’t matter what you do or don’t trust me to do. I’m none of your business.”

“You’ve become my business,” he said and she could tell he was deadly serious. “When you announced you’d seen two women the cops kind of think I could have knocked off, your life and mine got wound up together. Live with it.”

“How did you get here?” she asked him. At least she knew where to find Sidney so she could come back again once Gray lost interest. She looked at him. He didn’t show any sign of losing interest.

“What do you think you’re going to do?” he said.

“What I’m not doing is giving you chapter and verse on my movements. Before or after I make them.”

A woman pushing a baby buggy approached. Beside her, holding the buggy handle, a toddler boy with a tattered red cape tied around his neck trotted along. The boy chattered while the woman murmured responses.

“If you don’t get out of my way,” Marley said through her teeth, “I’ll make a scene.”

“In front of a couple of kids and their nanny?” Gray said. “Into scaring women and children, are you? Very nice.”

“Ooh,” she said under her breath.

Gray held her hand again, too tightly for her to get free, and said, “Hi,” to the passing trio.

“Nice,” Marley said when they were gone.

“That wasn’t hard, was it?” Gray commented. He smiled down at her and felt too close for comfort.

“We can’t just stand here like this,” Marley said.

His eyelids lowered a fraction. Gray Fisher looked from her eyes to her mouth and she knew what she was seeing. All of his thoughts weren’t about missing singers.

Marley wasn’t breathing so well herself. She straightened. “Have it your way. I won’t go to the house. Okay?”

“Great. I’ll get you back to the Quarter.”

Marley thought about Sykes and immediately wished she hadn’t.

“It’s nice the way your brother looks out for you,” Gray said.

Gray had taken to all but parroting her thoughts and this could get annoying.

And the vision of Sykes, be it ever so vague, grinning at her over a nearby hedge set Marley’s teeth on edge. “
Stop creeping up on me
,” she warned him.

“I didn’t creep.”

“Go,”
she told him.
“Have you already forgotten the talk we had about the Mentor? That was only this morning.”

“Until I see there really is a Mentor, I plan to rearrange the little house rules. You might need me around, so be polite.”

“I don’t need you.”

“We need each other,” Gray said. “Can you accept that and stop trying to run away?”

She glared at him.

“Where did you get the hat?” he said, screwing up his face to stare at her. “It’s horrendous.”

“I like it,” she told him.

“I don’t,”
said Sykes.
“And I’m here because you thought about me. Don’t argue.”

Marley ignored this. “I got it from a street vendor,” she told Gray.

“You followed me here,” she said to him. “And I don’t like that idea.”

“I’m not thrilled about it myself,” he said. “But you followed Sidney and Pipes and that made me nervous.”

“If someone inside that house recognizes us out here, it could be unfortunate,” Gray said.

“Listen to the man,”
Sykes said, turning on a faint echo effect in Marley’s mind.
“He’s got good instincts.”

“You can do one thing for me,”
Marley told him.
“Take a good look at his face and tell me if you see anything weird. Like a scar.”

Sykes approached Gray and got so close Marley couldn’t see where one man’s face ended and the other began.

She rolled her eyes.

“Not a thing,”
Sykes said, gliding back to the other side of the hedge.
“Good-looking guy. I thought you were into the ugly, deep kind.”

“Go away now.”
It was hard to show Sykes any gratitude when he inevitably managed to get in a dig with whatever he did.

“I’m not going without you,” Gray said. “Get down by the hedge. We’ll be out of sight there.”

She gave him a withering look. “I’m not groveling on the sidewalk for anyone.”

Unceremoniously, he grabbed her hand and yanked her behind him to a disgusting-looking old bike. He knelt beside the thing, pulling her with him.

Gray whipped off her hat and replaced it with a baseball
cap he picked up from the ground. When she tried to tear it off, he stopped her.

“I’m exchanging one way of hiding that gorgeous hair of yours for another,” Gray said. “Big black hats with veils get noticed. Baseball caps don’t. Help me out here. I’ve got your best interests at heart.”

“I like this guy,”
Sykes let her know.
“He’s masterful and that’s what you need. You’re too bossy for most men.”

“You are so out of line.”

“So’s Gray—I heard you tell him that. What’s your connection to him?”

“None of your business.”

“There’s trouble, isn’t there? Do you need my help or—”

“I don’t need your help,”
she said and hoped she wasn’t being rash.
“Would I interfere in your…love life?”
Now she’d done it.

“Love life, huh,”
Sykes said.
“Now you’ve got all of my interest. I’m sure you’d try to meddle in my love life if you could figure out how.”

“Turn off the echo, you’re giving me a headache. Let’s get back to rules before Gray notices I’m not present—to him. In future you can’t come interfering unless I say, ‘Please come here, Sykes.’”

“That takes too long.”

“Seconds is all,”
Marley said.
“Okay. Sykes, come! If I say that, you come.”

“Yes, ma’am. Just like Winnie.”

“I don’t speak to Winnie like that.”

“Your brother seems like a nice guy,” Gray said. “He came by to check up on who you were hanging around with.”

She clenched her fists and frowned at the bike. Gray had witnessed the episode that just took place with Sykes? This was horrendous.

“He showed up outside the Caged Bird right after you left,” Gray said. “He doesn’t look like you.”

“Oh.” Marley was so relieved she almost sat on the ground to calm down. “I wonder…I must have mentioned where I was going before I left Court of Angels. Sykes was there.” She wasn’t a good liar.

“I see.” He bopped up to peer over the hedge and she squeezed her eyes shut. If he saw Sykes hanging out nearby there would be more than a few questions. She’d never seen Sykes get violent and didn’t want to think what he might resort to if the need arose.

“I don’t think we’ve been seen,” Gray said.

Marley shook herself. Of course he wouldn’t see Sykes in his invisible mode. She only saw her brother like that because she was conditioned to do so.

“Listen to me,” Gray said. “Closely. I want us to work together.”

He was tough. Every line of his hard face, every solid contour inside his jeans and T-shirt, suggested he was a man other men might regret bumping into if he was in an aggressive mood.

Gray would know how to use his fists. She looked back at him. His gaze never wavered and she didn’t have to resort to reading his mind to know he was willing her to do whatever he asked.

“Sykes?”
she signaled tentatively. Would he keep his word and not interfere unless she asked him to?

He didn’t respond.

“You’re very close to your brother, aren’t you?” Gray said.

Marley jumped. “Yes,” she said shortly. She needed a chance to analyze exactly what Gray was picking up from her. Without a doubt, he didn’t know what was happening. Like any new psychic talent, he needed molding and training if he was to gain all the strength he might have.

What was she thinking? He was nothing to do with her—even if he was keeping her kneeling on the sidewalk.

“I’m going to see if I can get into that house and talk to Sidney and Pipes,” she said, expecting argument. “I’ve got to.”

“You won’t be doing that.” He sounded so calm, Marley blinked. He turned all grave. “I’m the one who’s going in. I’ve got an excuse, you haven’t.”

She started to argue, but shut her mouth instead.

“My job brought me here,” he said. “Believe it or not, I do have a job and I’m so behind on my deadline I’m starting to get calls from my editor. I don’t sound like I’m making excuses for going in there because I’m not. Now, I’m making sense, aren’t I?” he said.

Marley was glad he didn’t look smug. “Yes,” she told him grudgingly. “But I need to get closer to Sidney and Pipes. I’ve got a good reason for wanting that. Pipes knows something about what happened to the others. I’m sure of it.”

“You can’t be sure.”

“I can.” Men could be so hard-headed. “She’s got big welts…”

“Yes?” He brought his face closer to hers.

“Damn.” Marley closed her eyes. “Don’t ask me a bunch of questions because I won’t answer unless and until I want to. Pipes has a couple of marks on the back of her neck just like these.” She held out her wrists.

“So that’s why you suddenly didn’t want to go to Nat’s office and you had to take off in a hurry.” Gray whistled soundlessly. “I figured you were chasing Sidney and Pipes. And those marks have got something to do with what happened when you traveled this last time? Something to do with what you saw?”

“I don’t want to talk about that now.” She really did have to think about how much to share with him. “But you understand why I’m the one who should go in now, don’t you?”

He thought about it. “Sure, but it’s not going to happen.”

“Watch me,” she said and started to get up.

Gray grabbed her arm and she landed on her bottom on the sidewalk. “I hate pushy people,” she told him.

“I’m not pushy. You’re impossible. You need saving from yourself. When you have a good cover for going to see Sidney, I’ll be the first to back you up. Do it now and you’ll blow everything.”

She rubbed her face. He made too much sense.

“Stay here,” Gray said. “If I’m not back in an hour, ride the bike back to the Quarter and get Nat Archer.”

“An
hour?
”

He left her there and she tucked herself as close to the hedge as she could get. She wished her watch at least had a second hand so she could watch
something
happening.