“I know. Most of the blood just washed off, and there wasn’t much underneath,” he said.
“Come on in.” Harper opened the door wider. “Gemma’s in the kitchen eating breakfast. I think there’s some leftover sausage if you wanna join us.”
“Sure.” He shrugged and followed her into the kitchen.
When Gemma saw him, she smiled, and her whole face lit up. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Alex went over and kissed her, until Brian cleared his throat loudly. Then Alex straightened up and smiled politely at him. “Morning, Mr. Fisher.”
“Morning, Alex,” Brian said gruffly, making Harper laugh a little as she sat back down.
Alex pulled up a chair closer to Gemma. “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good. Just sleepy.” She yawned again, as if to emphasize it, and she reached over, holding Alex’s hand under the table.
“So after breakfast, I was thinking I would go out to visit Marcy,” Harper said. “You wanna join me?”
Gemma shook her head. “No. I think I’m gonna take a nap.”
“You just woke up,” Harper said, dubious.
“I’m tired,” she insisted. “Losing my powers is exhausting.”
“Okay.” Harper shrugged and turned to Alex. “What about you, Alex?”
“If Gemma’s just gonna be napping…” He trailed off and looked to Gemma to see if it was okay.
“You go ahead,” Gemma told him. “Marcy’s always liked you, and she could use some cheering up.”
He looked perplexed. “I thought Marcy hated me.”
“No, that’s just her personality,” Harper said.
“Do you guys mind if I go lie down?” Gemma let go of Alex’s hand and pushed herself back from the table. “I think I woke up too early, actually.”
“You sure you’re okay?” Brian asked, concerned. “You didn’t eat any breakfast.”
“Yeah. I’m fine. I’ll feel better if I sleep some more.” Gemma stood up. “Tell Marcy that I’m sorry and thanks for everything.”
“Will do,” Harper said.
Alex stood, so Gemma leaned up and kissed him. She made sure to keep it short enough so her dad wouldn’t have to clear his throat again, then she waved ’bye to everyone and headed to her room.
“She’s acting strange, right?” Harper asked once she heard Gemma’s feet on the stairs. “You all agree with me.”
“Yeah, but after last night, can you really blame her?” Brian asked.
“And if she’s losing all her siren powers, that has to feel really draining,” Alex agreed, and sat back down. “Going from superstrong to, you know, mortal again has to feel strange.”
Harper considered it, then nodded. Physically, going from an immortal creature back to a normal teenage girl had to be a crazy feeling. Not to mention all the stress and fighting last night.
“Yeah. That’s probably it,” Harper agreed.
“Alex,” Brian said, making Alex sit up straighter. “I don’t want you to think that since you helped save my daughters’ lives that I’m gonna let you do what you want now. The old rules still apply. If I catch you in Gemma’s bedroom, I will feel absolutely no guilt in cutting off whatever appendages you’re touching her with.”
Alex gulped. “That sounds fair, Mr. Fisher.”
FIFTY-FOUR
Requiem
Marcy lived in a tiny apartment above a souvenir shop two blocks from the beach. All summer, she hated it because of the tourists, but in the winter, when no one was around, she loved it.
Harper and Alex stood on the landing outside her apartment door. Between the buildings, she could see Anthemusa Bay, and she could hear the sounds of people laughing and music playing.
“Hello.” Lydia opened the door, smiling brightly.
“Hey, Lydia, I didn’t know you were here,” Harper said.
“Since Marcy lives alone, I thought I would come play nursemaid.” And that explained Lydia’s tiny white hat with a red cross on it.
“That’s really nice of you,” Harper said, and she gestured to Alex. “I’m not sure if you’ve been properly introduced, but this is Alex Lane. He’s Gemma’s boyfriend.”
“No, we haven’t met, but it’s nice to meet you.” She shook his hand. “I’m Lydia Panning.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said.
Lydia did a small curtsy in the fluffy pink skirt she was wearing. “I hope I live up to your expectations.”
“How is she doing?” Harper asked, hoping to get an update before they went inside the apartment.
“Okay. She’s spent most of the morning on the couch, cuddling with her ferret Bruce and watching old Scooby Doo episodes.” Lydia lowered her voice. “She’s been crying some, but I think that’s more about Kirby than any physical pain.”
Harper nodded. Marcy had always had a terrible time expressing normal emotions, even when she was grieving. When Lydia came inside, Marcy was sitting on her couch with her injured leg propped up on a beanbag chair.
On the wall behind her was a huge, framed, black-and-white photo that was supposedly of the Loch Ness Monster, but really it just looked like a stick to Harper.
“Hey.” Harper smiled and sat down on the couch next to her. “How are you holding up, sweetie?”
“‘Sweetie’?” Marcy gave her an odd look. “I messed up my leg. I didn’t turn into an octogenarian with a penchant for kittens.”
“We just came to see how you’re doing,” Alex said, and he leaned against the arm of the couch next to Harper, as if he were afraid of getting any closer to Marcy and disturbing her.
Marcy shrugged. “All right, considering.”
“I was gonna make her some soup,” Lydia said. “It’s my grandma’s special recipe. Do you guys want any?”
“You should totally try it,” Marcy said.
“I’m okay. I just ate.” Harper patted her belly.
“So did I, but I’ll have a bowl,” Alex said.
Lydia disappeared into the small, adjoining kitchen, and soon they heard pots and pans banging around. Scooby Doo was solving some kind of mystery involving an old groundskeeper on the television, and Marcy watched intently for a few minutes before turning it down.
“Have you talked to the police anymore?” Marcy asked, looking over at Harper.
“Not since last night.”
With everything that had happened, they’d thought it was best to call the police. After they got rid of Penn’s and Liv’s bodies, of course. Harper had thought that Thea had left the area, but she’d really just gone down the hill to get Liv’s body.
Once she came back with all of Liv’s parts, she threw them over the cliff, and Gemma and Daniel did the same with Penn’s body. Thea claimed that in the saltwater, the siren’s body would dissolve over a couple hours, so there’d be nothing to find.
As for the sirens’ house, they cleaned up as much of the blood as they could, then they locked it up and left it. Thea said that since Penn had scared everyone away, they could leave it empty for a long time before anyone noticed. So they’d decided to wait a week or two, then, just to be safe, they would burn it down, destroying any other evidence that was left behind.
The only thing they’d really told the police about was Kirby, and that had been simpler. They said that Marcy was driving up to the cliff to be alone with Kirby. Then a tree damaged in a bad storm in August had fallen over, landing on the roof. She skidded out of the way, smashed into another tree, and Kirby had gotten killed in the wreck.
It might have sounded unbelievable, but thanks to Gemma’s and Thea’s residual siren charms, the cops seemed to believe it. And besides, there wasn’t another obvious reason for a fallen tree or smashed-up car.