Gia was staring at him. "Jack. An earthquake? In New York?"
"Don't you remember that one on the Upper East Side back in '01?"
"I read about it, but I never felt it. I felt this. And I didn't like it!"
Neither had Jack. Maybe people in places like LA got used to something like this, but feeling the solid granite bedrock of good old New York City rolling and trembling under his feet... pretty damn unsettling.
"What about that other sound? Like a scream? Did you hear that?"
Gia nodded as she moved closer and clutched his arm. "Like a damned soul."
"Probably just some old nails tearing free in the quake."
"If you say so. Sure sounded like a voice though."
Sure did, Jack thought. But he didn't want to add to her unease.
He looked around and saw Ifasen approaching with another, younger black man who bore a family resemblance. Both had similar builds and features, but instead of dreads the newcomer's hair was cut in a neat fade. He wore black slacks, black sneakers, and a lightweight long-sleeve turtle-neck, also black.
"An earthquake, Ifasen!" Junie said. "Can you believe it?"
"I knew something was going to happen," Ifasen said. "But impending seismic activity interferes with psychic transmission, so I couldn't get a clear message."
Jack nodded approval. The guy ad-libbed well.
Close up now, Jack noticed a horizontal scar along Ifasen's left cheek; his milk chocolate skin was otherwise flawless except for the stipple of whiskers shadowing his jaw.
"Can we go back inside now?" Junie said.
Ifasen shook his head. "I don't know..."
"Please?"
He sighed. "Very well. But only briefly." He put a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "This, by the way, is my brother Kehinde. He lives in Menelaus Manor with me."
Menelaus Manor? Jack thought, staring at the old house. This place has a name?
Kehinde led the way back to the house. Jack hung back with Gia so he could talk to Ifasen.
"Why'd you think it was a bomb?"
Ifasen blinked but his onyx eyes remained unreadable. "What gives you that idea?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you yelled 'Bomb!' when the house started to shake."
"I'm not sure. Perhaps I was startled and it was the first thought that came to mind. The pre-seismic vibrations-"
Jack held up a hand. "Yeah. You told us."
Jack sensed Ifasen was telling the truth, and that bothered him. When your house starts to shake, rattle, and roll, it could be a lot of things, but bomb should not be first on your guess list.
Unless you were expecting one.
"And where's Charlie?"
Ifasen stiffened. "Who?"
"I heard you calling for someone named Charlie while we were evacuating."
"You must have misheard me, sir. I was calling for my brother Kehinde."
Jack turned to Gia. "Let's split. I don't think this is a good idea."
Before Gia could answer, Ifasen said, "Please. There's nothing to fear. Really."
"Let's do it, Jack." She glanced at Ifasen. "It'll take us, what-half an hour?"
"At most." Ifasen smiled. "As I said, I need my rest."
Half an hour, Jack thought. Okay. What could happen in half an hour?
2
"This is my channeling room," Ifasen said with a sweeping gesture.
Impressive, Jack thought as he looked around.
Ifasen had decked out the high-ceilinged first-floor room with a wide array of spiritualist and New Age paraphernalia along with some unique touches. Most striking were the host of statues-some looked like the real deal-from churches and Indian temples and Mayan pyramids: Mary, Saint Joseph, Kali, Shiva, a totem pole, a snake-headed god, cathedral gargoyles, and a ten-foot stone Ganesha holding a gold scepter in his coiled elephant trunk. Drapes covered the windows. The oak-paneled walls were festooned with paintings of spiritualist icons. Jack recognized Madame Blatavsky, the Mona Lisa of this Louvre of phonies.
At the far end of the room sat a round table surrounded by chairs; an ornate, pulpitlike podium upon a two-foot dais dominated the near end; Ifasen took his place behind it while Jack, Gia, Junie, Karyn, and Claude seated themselves among the chairs clustered before it.
"I am Ifasen," he said, "and I have been blessed with a gift that allows me to communicate with the spirit world. I cannot speak directly with the dead, but with the aid of Ogunfiditimi, an ancient Nigerian wise man who has been my spirit guide since I was a child, I can bring revelations and messages of peace and hope to our world from the place beyond."
"Ms. Moon's sitting with me was scheduled for tomorrow, but due to her dire need, I have moved it up to tonight. In gratitude, she has made a generous donation to the Menelaus Manor Foundation on behalf of you, her friends, to allow you to become part of her sitting."
Karyn and Claude clapped; Junie, alone in the front row, turned and waved.
"I will answer her question and yours in the form of a billet reading," Ifasen said. "My brother Kehinde is passing among you with billets, envelopes, and pens."
The billets turned out to be index cards. Jack took a couple from Kehinde for Gia and himself. He knew this game but decided to play along.
Ifasen said, "Please write your question on the billet, sign it, fold it, and seal it in the envelope. I will then contact Ogunfiditimi and ask him if he can find the answers in the spirit world. This is not a time for prank questions, or schemes to test the spirit world. Do not waste Ogunfiditimi's time by asking a question to which you already know the answer. And realize this: the mere fact that you have asked a question does not obligate the spirits to answer. They pick and choose. The worthier the question, the more likely it will be answered."
Great hedge, Jack thought. The perfect out.
"May I ask a question?" Gia said, raising her hand like a schoolgirl.
"Of course."
"Why do we have to seal the question in an envelope? Why can't we simply hand you the card and get the answer?"
Ifasen smiled. "Excellent question. Communication with the spirit world is not like a long-distance call. Words sometimes filter through, but often the communication is in the form of hints and feelings. To open the clearest channel, I need to empty my mind. If I'm thinking about the question, I'll muddy the waters with my own opinions and prejudices. But if I don't know the question, then my own thoughts can't get in the way. What comes through then is pure Spirit Truth."
"Smooth," Jack whispered. "Silky smooth."
Jack scribbled How is my sister? on his card and showed it to Gia.
"Is that fair?" she said.
"It's something I'd like to know."
Before he folded the card he tore a piece off the top left corner. As he slipped it inside the envelope he glanced at Gia and saw her sealing hers.
"What did you ask?"
She smiled. "That's between me and Ogunfiditimi."
He was about to press her when a soft musical chime filtered through the room. He looked up and saw Ifasen holding what appeared to be a large bowl of beaten brass on the tips of his fingers.
"This is a ceremonial bell from a temple deep in the jungles of Thailand. It is said that if properly mounted it will ring an entire day from a single stroke." He flicked a fingernail against the shiny surface and again the soft chime sounded. "But tonight we will be using it as a bowl to collect your billets."
He handed the bell to Kehinde who passed among them, collecting the envelopes. Jack kept an eye on him, watching closely as the younger brother placed the bell behind the base of the podium. He fiddled with something out of sight, then shook out a white cloth. The bell reappeared, covered with the cloth, and was handed up to Ifasen.