Coldbrook (Hammer)(68)

‘I apologise for that,’ he said. ‘We had to check, but you can come out now. The furies never sing to their own.’

‘You bastard! You could have just asked.’

‘You came from somewhere else,’ he said. He’d told her his name was Drake Slater, and Holly thought she knew him from somewhere. Stupid, but the idea persisted. He shrugged. ‘I couldn’t take the risk. We know how the furies work in this world, but in yours . . .’ He held out his hands and shrugged.

‘How long have I been asleep?’

‘Almost a full day.’

‘You drugged me.’

He held out his hands again, half answer, half apology. It seemed as though he couldn’t stop staring at her.

Holly closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. The food spread before them on the small plastic table in the room that Drake had led her to looked simple and smelled mouth-watering, but Holly had yet to eat. Her thoughts were in turmoil – the reality of her situation threatened to overcome her. And this Earth, this alien place: their food, their water, anything here could kill her.

‘We call them zombies,’ she said, looking at Drake again. He was dressed in simple clothing, his hair was long and unkempt, yet his eyes sparkled with intelligence. His caution during their conversation was proof of that.

‘We used to as well,’ he said, ‘before they became real.’

‘Before?’

He blinked and looked away, unwilling to divulge anything.

‘I’m not here to cause harm,’ Holly said.

‘I know that,’ Drake said. ‘Now, will you eat with me? You must be hungry.’

‘I am,’ Holly said. ‘What is it?’

‘Rabbit, sauté potatoes, mushrooms, spring carrots. Basic but good. In your honour.’

‘My honour?’ she asked. But she could not smile. She looked at the food. ‘Nothing I don’t know, I hope.’

Drake put some food on a plate for her and smiled at her hesitation. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, picking a shred of meat from the plate and eating it.

‘So you’re not trying to poison me. Thanks. But I have so many questions,’ Holly said.

‘Us too. Now eat. You need your energy, and you’ve come—’

‘A long way,’ she said. And then Holly realised why she thought she recognised this man. He could have been Jonah thirty years ago, thirty pounds lighter, and with a life of struggle already behind him.

Her mind was in a spin.

Holly ate, and the food was wonderful. There was a freshness to it that was usually found only in the best restaurants, or in home-grown food. But after the fifth mouthful she thought of Melinda and had to concentrate so she could swallow without vomiting.

‘You’ve been through something horrific,’ Drake said. ‘I’ll do whatever I can to help.’

‘Thank you,’ she said. She took a drink of water, then sat back.

‘You didn’t bring any equipment through with you,’ he said.

‘I came through in a rush,’ Holly said, realising that he knew all this anyway. They must have been watching her from the moment she stepped through the breach.

Drake had guided her to a cave lined with wood panelling and light blue fabric. The ceiling was bare rock, but the furnishings were comfortable and functional. A fire burned in a pit in one corner, smoke rising to a hole in the ceiling. There were light switches here too – and power points, and a phone socket – but they all looked redundant. The basic arrangements seemed incongruous set among this evidence of technology.

There was a bed against one wall, and several curtains hung from wires against the opposite wall, forming what Holly took to be a storage area. She guessed that it was Drake’s room – many items were scattered around, some of which she could identify. There were also several pairs of leather shoes beneath the bed, along with a few smaller and more delicate footwear items.

‘Your Earth . . .’ Drake said. She could sense his eagerness to ask, but she doubted that it exceeded her own.

‘What did you do to me?’

Drake sat back again and averted his eyes. ‘Our doctor carried out some tests.’

‘What kind of tests?’

‘She’s a female doctor, very gentle,’ Drake said, not answering the question.

‘You say this is Coldbrook?’ Holly asked. ‘In the United States?’

‘That’s an old name for our country, but yes. And you’re from Coldbrook, too?’