The Fortune Teller(81)

King of Swords

When Semele and Theo got back to his suite, they each picked up a phone so Theo could listen to the call.

A man answered on the first ring. “Very good. You found the flowers.”

“Yes.” Semele could barely get the word out.

“Speak up, dear girl. It’s so lovely to finally hear your voice.” His breathing sounded labored and he spoke with a slight Slavic accent. “I’m so sorry about your friend. But you see, studies have shown precognition is triggered by tragedy more than anything else. Death being the utmost one, I’m afraid I had no choice. Is Theo there with you?”

Semele couldn’t speak. She was about to be sick.

Theo answered. “I’m here.”

“Ah. The little ones together at last. Nettie and Liliya protected you well, but all good things must come to an end.” He stopped to take several wheezing breaths, then continued on. “You’ve suffered a great loss, Semele. But monumental achievements require sacrifices and so far you’ve achieved nothing.”

Semele’s entire body was shaking. “What do you want?”

“I now hold several things that are quite dear to you. Two items you know about and one is a surprise. Your chances of retrieving any one of them depend on how well you do on the test.”

She was too petrified to speak. An image had already formed in her mind.

“Why do you think the tarot starts with The Fool?” he asked. “Because we are all fools traveling on a road with no beginning and no end. Do you have the courage to be the fool, Semele?”

“Please. Just say what you want from me.”

“Every human has intuitive abilities. We see images in clouds, rocks, tea leaves … or cards. Symbols are the signposts, all around us if we are looking. Pareidolia is the ancient Greek word for this phenomenon, but you can see so much more. How good is your sight, dear girl, when there is something—or someone—depending on you?”

He hung up with a click.

Semele clutched the phone. Terror gripped her and she prayed she was wrong. In her heart she already knew what he had—who he had.

Theo didn’t understand. “What did he mean?”

She turned to him, her heart full of hopelessness. “My mother.”





Message to VS—

Beijing canceled.

Friend is dead.

Reply from VS—

I sent flowers.

Message to VS—

Does this not mean anything to you?

Reply from VS—

More than you know.





Ace of Swords

On the drive to New Haven, Semele tried calling her mother’s cell and the home line countless times. With every minute that passed, her panic intensified.

When they arrived, they found her front door unlocked and the lights on. Unfamiliar music was playing on the stereo. Helen’s purse sat on the kitchen counter next to her keys, and her Audi was still parked in the driveway.

“Mom?” Semele cried out when she saw the dining chair on its side.

The signs of a struggle echoed through the room.

A coffee cup lay shattered on the floor, and a bowl of cereal was overturned on the table.

“Mom!” She sank to her knees.

Theo put his arms around her. “We’re going to find her. Semele, listen to me. We’re going to find her.”

For minutes she cried gut-wrenching sobs, unable to calm down. She had reached her breaking point.

“We’re going to find her.” Theo kept saying the words until they registered. Slowly, she calmed and attempted several deep breaths. “That’s it,” he encouraged.

The house phone rang.

“It’s him.” She sprang for the phone. “There’s another in my father’s study. Hurry!”

Theo raced to the other room.

Semele snatched up the receiver and yelled, “Where is she?”

“Good.” The man chuckled. “Good! You are awake now. I can hear your passion.” He took a labored breath. “It’s amazing what losing your friend has done for you so quickly. You knew right away to run home to Mommy. Bravo,” he taunted her. “But isn’t this what you wanted after you found out the truth about your birth? To give Mommy away, so that she’d know what it was like?”

“No.” Semele’s voice trembled.

“Intuition can be triggered by many kinds of crises, Semele. My father, in his extensive studies, found a threat to a loved one most effective. But such parameters are hard to duplicate in a laboratory. So I’ve got you out in the real world, where I can conduct this experiment with high confidence. And the messiness of life can do wonders. Like your father, his death was the tragedy that started you on this yellow brick road. How I’ve enjoyed watching.”

Semele slid to the floor.

“I saw her that night at the gala—your mother. We met at the bar. Such a lovely woman, Helen. I got her and Joseph drinks. She was so talkative, never suspecting what I had done.”

Semele covered her mouth to keep from crying as she listened to his confession. He went on.

“But she couldn’t have saved him that night, dear girl. Yet you still blame her. I think it’s because, deep down, you blame yourself for not foreseeing his death. Time to own up to the truth, because there’s no hiding it from me.”