I knew better than to drive through her gates this time. Despite the idyllic, tree-lined country lanes, her place was guarded by security cameras and black-suited thugs with cell phones and walkie-talkies and probably AK-47s just like Andre’s. Gloria really didn’t like surprise company.
I glanced in as I putted past the main ironwork gate and noted Andre’s Mercedes sports car in front of the house. Despite the hair-raising speed with which we’d traveled, we didn’t have much time.
I pulled down a side lane, out of sight of any cameras, and halted the bike near a grove of bamboo. “Work time,” I told Tim, unfastening my helmet.
I knew better than to believe Milo would stay safely with the bike. I threw his bag over my shoulder. Milo and I would just have to adjust to the idea of short life spans.
It didn’t seem to matter that my rational brain said that visiting Gloria again was a very bad, awful idea. That other overdeveloped lobe where my conscience dwelled said Andre and the other Zone inhabitants had been run roughshod over more certainly than any small farmers shot out by cattle barons. It was John Wayne time.
“Are you scared enough to wink out yet?” I asked carelessly when Tim had his helmet off. “Can you get over that wall?”
He flickered just seeing the high stones.
“I’d give you a boost, but I’m afraid the cameras might catch me,” I said apologetically. “They probably have Wanted posters all over the place with my head on them.”
Well, maybe not, if Gloria was stupid enough to believe I’d actually saved her grandson. Since Dane had kidnapped me off her back lawn just before he got shot, I was betting she’d ask questions after tying me to a cannon, but maybe she wouldn’t shoot first.
“What do you want me to do once I get over?” Tim asked with intelligent suspicion.
“There’s usually an electronic lock on those things.” I nodded at the wrought-iron gates. “Looks like there’s a pedestrian gate. This side will require a key code, but I bet just a button opens it on the inside. Push that to let me in.”
Tim bravely switched out. The boy took clothes and all with him. I admired that ability. I couldn’t see how he scaled the wall, but after a while, I could hear the click of the electronic security pad at the guardhouse, and the pedestrian gate slid open.
I probably wouldn’t set off any alarms, but the cameras would see me. I was just hoping a person on foot wouldn’t attract too much interest. Guests, servants, delivery people must walk in and out all the time.
“How do you know how these things work?” Tim whispered as I joined him.
“I have a broad education,” I told him. The real story was much too long to tell and involved my peripatetic childhood with my tree-hugging, lawbreaking mother. One didn’t save the whales by owning the keys to places like these.
I’d learned from the best how to protest injustice. I was just taking a different route than PETA and Greenpeace.
Watching the shrubbery for black suits, I boldly jogged up the drive toward the Mercedes with invisible Tim raising dust at my side. If I told myself I was just visiting Andre’s car, maybe I could pretend I wasn’t flaming insane. Maybe I could blow the horn and bring him running.
I spotted two black suits crouched behind the rhododendrons bordering the mansion’s spacious gallery. They were watching the door, not us. Not promising for Andre if they were about to storm in after him.
I stuck out my arm to hold Tim back. He bumped into me, and I grabbed where his bicep should have been.
I disappeared.
13
Ifreaking disappeared.
Even I couldn’t see myself. I held up my hand. Nothing. I was a ghost. No wonder Tim was terrified of his own shadow. He never saw the damned thing!
I tugged him behind a yew hedge, ducked down, and released his arm. Once I wasn’t touching him, I reappeared again. Tim didn’t.
“What the shit?” I whispered. “Tim, you still there?”
I thought I heard a sound vaguely like arrghh. Then he flickered, glanced at me crossly, and winked out again.
“Don’t do that,” he finally said.
“Don’t do what?” I had every right to ask. “I just touched you.”
“It felt like electric shock waves,” he grumbled. “I almost lost it.”
“People touch you all the time, don’t they?” But then I smacked my head. People couldn’t touch him if they didn’t see him.
He thought about it. “Not when I’m out,” he finally said. “Nancy Rose pats me on the head, but that’s only when she can see me.”
Wow, that was a lonely existence. Every kid feels invisible at some time or another, but his problem won the gold cup. “What about Milo? Can you pet Milo when you’re out?”
Had Milo disappeared with me? I glanced down at the sack, but my cat was eyeing a mockingbird in the tree. I was pretty sure sack and clothes and everything had winked out. Milo didn’t seem too concerned.
“I guess he vanishes when I hold him,” Tim admitted. “It would look kind of goofy if people saw him floating in thin air.”
“Cheshire cat syndrome. Right. Okay, I’m going to touch you again. This is freaky, but Andre could be in some deep shit, and we need to sneak into the house without getting shot. You won’t run and leave me stranded, will you?”
Of course he would, but I had to take the chance. I couldn’t tell if he nodded. I just gave him a moment to brace himself, then waved my hand around until I found his arm. I hoped it was his arm.
He muttered ouch. I peered down and saw . . . nothing. Not even Milo. I patted his head to be certain he was there, and he bumped my palm. Okay, then. Here, but not here. Interesting.
I could think of a lot of things I’d like to try while invisible. Entering Gloria Vanderventer’s house was not high on the list, not while thugs with guns lingered in the bushes. But duty was duty and Andre had been there when I needed him. I had to return the favor.
“C’mon, let’s see what the Big Boss is doing. I’ve always wanted to be a ghost.” Fateful words, even if I did say so myself. I had no idea how long Tim could sustain invisibility for both of us.
Sardonically amusing myself by imagining all the situations I could be in when I mysteriously rematerialized in the middle of a group of stressed-out guards swinging weapons, I led a shivering Tim past the boys in the bushes and up the stairs. The boards creaked. That ought to give the guards something to worry about.
The door wasn’t fully closed. Maybe they’d think a breeze had opened it. I couldn’t hope they’d flee ghosts unless I rattled a chain and went boo. Probably not even then. Thugs with guns lack imagination.
I heard shouts the instant we entered the three-story foyer. Atriums echo. That’s about all they’re good for, especially when constructed with marble floors and only columns to serve as walls. I wondered when they’d last played a symphony in here.
Still grasping Tim’s skinny arm, I tilted my head back to scan the upper halls circling the atrium. Opryland Hotel was more subtle than this joint. Architecture with carved niches containing fake Grecian statues was so over, like maybe since the Renaissance. Wicked bad taste.
Andre’s shouts carried clearly from the upper tier. “Gloria, money is not worth whatever your chemists are doing! Sell your shares, manufacture something legitimate, but shut the lab down!”
He and La Vanderventer were on the third circle of this particular hell. Three of her stooges stood behind her. Andre was miraculously unarmed.
I had to stare to make certain my eyes weren’t deceiving me. After Acme had blown up his warehouse and terrorized his family, Andre hadn’t come gunning for bear? I’d driven all the way out here to save him from killing and he really thought Granny was just a granny and he had no self-defense?