Visions (Cainsville #2)(85)
There is no freedom from the prison of the mind.
I shook it off. Knowing the function of the compound helped, if only to keep my brain from whirring to solve the puzzle. Ricky motioned he was going to slip from the shelter of the building and take a look down the road. I stayed where I was and watched him as he crept along the wall. He moved three careful steps from it, staying in its shadow as he peered down the lane.
He scanned the collection of buildings. Then he gestured for me to wait as he set out, flush with the wall then crossing the gap to the next building with a few fluid steps, never pausing to check where he put his feet down, as if knowing they’d land silently. When he did pause, his gaze swept the road, his head moving slowly, deliberately.
He looks like he’s hunting.
Desire and fascination mingled unbidden as I watched him. Wind blustered past, and his blond hair whipped against his face, but he didn’t even seem to notice, just kept looking along the buildings. Then he returned to me.
“Someone’s down there,” he said. “Watching for us.”
“Third building across the road, right? I noticed a faint light.”
He shook his head. “Too obvious. That’s a decoy. Same as the building beside this one where the door’s cracked open. Both are staged. He’s in the one to the right of it. Second story. Left front corner room.”
“What’s the giveaway?”
“I drew him out, standing in the road like that. He knows you’re not alone now, which should put him on notice. If the girl’s over there”—he pointed at the three-story building—“he can’t get to her without us seeing. You can go look for her while I keep an eye on him.”
“Thank you.”
Keeping an eye on our mystery man didn’t mean staying where we were. There was no need, now that he’d spotted Ricky. So we darted to the car, using that for cover, before dashing to the three-story building across the road.
The open front door was plastered with more No Trespassing and Private Property signs, along with warnings that the building was in unsafe condition and trespassing could result in serious injury or death. Judging by the number of jimmy marks in the frame, the warnings hadn’t stopped urban explorers intent on taking a look.
The door opened into a reception room. It seemed tiny, given the size of the building. I guess they hadn’t expected many visitors. A counter extended across the room, with mail cubbies behind it. Bits of crumbled concrete and blown-in leaves littered the floor. My footsteps crunched across the debris as we walked.
I took out my phone, for both the flashlight and the directions I’d jotted down from Macy’s instructions.
“I need to go that way,” I said, pointing. There were doorways at either end of the reception area, the doors long gone.
“And I’ll go that way.” Ricky pointed opposite. “Upstairs, where I have a better vantage point. Can you stand watch while I do that? I’ll text when I’m in place.”
I nodded.
“Be careful in here,” he whispered. “Just because I know where the girl’s kidnapper is doesn’t mean he’s alone.”
“I know.”
It took Ricky a few minutes to get upstairs. Then he texted to say he could still see the guy, and I set out.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The open doorway led to a hall. The exit I wanted was on my left, with its door hanging by the top hinge. I walked through it into another hall, this one so short I wondered why they bothered making it a hall at all. It was really more of an entranceway, leading into a cavernous room. I stepped inside.
Huge windows let in enough moonlight for me to look around. The room took up two stories, with rows of pipes hanging from the ceiling. Were they pipes? Or had they once held lighting? I couldn’t tell from down here. As for what the room had been used for, there was little doubt of that. There were still a few metal bed frames, bolted to the floor.
As I moved through the ward, movement flickered above. Rotting rafters showed through chunks of missing ceiling. A black shape took form on one of the suspended pipes. I lifted my flashlight to see a perched raven watching me.
“Ewch i ffwrdd, bran,” I muttered.
The raven lifted its wings, ruffling its feathers as if offended. Then it settled back into silent watching. At another flash of motion, I noticed a hole in the roof. Moonlight streamed through it. Then the moon vanished as an owl glided past.
Ravens and owls. That’s no coincidence. They’re here for a reason.
Watching me.
I kept going with one eye on the raven. It didn’t move. I passed through the left doorway at the end of the ward and came out into . . .
A bathroom.
Not a restroom, but an actual room of baths. Four deep tubs, built right into the floor of the narrow room. For hydrotherapy, I presumed. Writing covered the walls. Not the “AJ was here!”–style graffiti I’d seen elsewhere, but lines like “a clean body is not a clean mind” and “out, damned spot” and “water cannot wash away the sins of the soul.”
A squeak sounded from the farthest tub. When I walked over, I could see it was filled with water. Bits of paper floated on top.
No, not paper. Petals. Red poppy petals.
I looked back at the doorway, but there was no sign of the raven or the owls. Just me, alone in this room, seeing poppies. I forced myself forward. Filthy water reached almost to the brim. The petals floated on it.