Ghostly Echoes (Jackaby #3)(33)

“You’re still just a helpless scrap of a thing. Now then, if you don’t mind—” Pavel swept past Jackaby and toward Cordelia Hoole. His movements were effortless and inhumanly fluid. Mrs. Hoole threw herself backward with a squeak, but her checkered dress got caught up in her chair, and she toppled to the ground.

I fumbled a rosary off of the hook beside the desk and leapt over to her, holding it up like a shield. The little wooden cross danced as my hand trembled.

“That’s cute,” Pavel said. “I’m Jewish—at least I was a very long time ago. I must admit, I haven’t exactly been keeping kosher.” He winked and then batted my hand away. My wrist instantly stung, as though I had been bitten. “The thing about faith is that it only works when you have it. Now, you’re beginning to make me grumpy. Are you going to get out of my way, or will I have the distinct pleasure of going through you?” His eyes were rimmed with red.

“Y-You can’t!” I stammered. “Your benefactors!” Pavel flinched. “They want us alive! Remember? What do you think they’ll do to you if—”

“First of all, my benefactors want him alive.” Pavel nodded at Jackaby. “So don’t get too full of yourself, girlie. Second, there are oh-so-many creative things I can make the detective watch me do to you”—his expression darkened—“if either of you decides to be difficult.”

He made a sudden motion as if to lunge at me, but then drew up short. His sickly white hand, the one with just a stump of a pinky, slowed to a crawl as it extended toward me. Far from his fluid, effortless actions a moment ago, his whole body was now moving as if through heavy syrup—and then he froze completely, his face contorted in a mask of confusion and anger.

“How are you doing this?” he snapped. His eyes darted toward Jackaby, although my employer looked as baffled as he was. “You have no power over me! This is not your house!”

“No.” A shimmer of light rippled in the air between Jackaby and the vampire. “But it is mine.” Jenny’s eyes were ice and her glare was iron as she coalesced. She was fury incarnate, her long silvery hair whipping around her. “You,” she said. “You worked with my fiancé.” The temperature in the room plummeted and Pavel’s body abruptly stiffened. He made a strangled wheezing sound as though he were suddenly being squeezed very tightly. His feet lifted off the ground until just the tips of his brogues scraped the floorboards. “You shouldn’t be here,” Jenny whispered darkly.

With a mad vampire frozen in midair and a vengeful ghost hovering in front of her, I fully expected Mrs. Hoole to bid farewell to her last nerve and collapse at my feet as unconscious as Owen Finstern, but the widow proved surprisingly more resolute. She made the sensible and reasonable decision, instead, to clamber frantically behind the desk, hug her knees to her chest, and huddle in a tight ball taking very deep breaths. I could not fault her. In fact, I considered joining her.

“You’re a dead thing!” Pavel croaked. He spun slowly in place an inch off the ground. “You’re like me! You shouldn’t be able—grkk!”

“I have been feeling much more able of late.” Jenny’s voice was cold. “I don’t like being told what I can’t do. My brick. My house. My whole wide world.”

Paper spun off the desk in a sudden flurry, but Jenny remained solid and composed. Crystals had begun to form on the windowsill and Ogden the frog was burying himself into a pile of shredded newspaper in the corner of his terrarium.

Jackaby righted the chair that Mrs. Hoole had toppled. He planted it next to the captive vampire and plopped casually into it. “Words do have power,” he said, “and my dear friend Jenny keeps hers. She made me a promise once, right here in this very room. I asked her never to give up on the place. She never has. You crossed a line, Mr. Pavel, and now you’re in her world. I believe you were about to tell us a story?”





Chapter Nineteen


“You already know I didn’t kill you, Miss Cavanaugh.” Pavel’s voice was much less confident now that he was stuck hanging, suspended by Jenny’s will, in the center of our foyer. “You died while I was sleeping.”

“That’s true,” Jackaby said, thoughtfully. “Alice McCaffery, too. They were both attacked in the daylight. You work with an accomplice, then? Who is it?”

“Their lives were insignificant.” Pavel sneered. “But just thinking about all that blood just draining across the floor.” He turned his eyes to Jenny. “Such a waste. She’s sloppy. I would have savored you.” A windowpane cracked behind Jenny, and Pavel winced painfully.

“She?” Jackaby said. “Your associate is a woman, then?”

“There’s always a woman.” The vampire chuckled wetly. “Hell of a woman, too. Worlds better than any human doxy. Your boy Howard Carson certainly thought so.”

“You’re lying,” Jenny snapped. For a moment I thought I saw her face flutter into a double-image, just a hint of an oncoming echo, but then her chest rose and fell as she maintained control. She was stronger than I would have been. It wasn’t even me he was taunting and I wanted to knock the rest of Pavel’s teeth in.

“So, Jenny’s killer is a woman, and not human,” Jackaby pressed calmly. “Is she your benefactor?”