‘Not yet. But I may be able to direct your search. Tomorrow, Felix. Eight o’clock. Sleep tight.’
She hung up, leaving my mouth open on a question. I checked my watch. Time was really tight now, but it was a small airport and the gate was probably fairly close to the check-in. I hung up, fed the machine some more coins and dialled again.
The ringtone sounded half a dozen times, and I was about to give it up as a bad job when someone finally picked up.
‘Hello?’ Juliet said.
‘No rest for the wicked, babe,’ I told her.
12
Jenna-Jane was right about the value of an early night. Standing outside Super-Self at half past one in the morning, asleep on my feet, I asked myself for the hundredth time what the hell I was doing here when my bed was five miles north and two east.
But then the answer came stalking down the street towards me, the cynosure of all eyes – I counted six, including mine, the other sets belonging to a homeless guy and a roosting pigeon on a window ledge. All the same, she walked like a queen in procession, the night unrolling its monochrome carpet before her.
I detached myself from the doorway and waved, but Juliet had seen me already. Of course she had: her eyes were adapted for much darker places than this. They had the same faint glow to them that I’d noticed back at the Gaumont. More unsettlingly, the proportions of her body looked subtly different. She was taller, leaner, longer-limbed, without being any less beautiful, any less perfect. She was dressed in red rather than her usual black, and it was shocking to look at, the leather jacket shining with a liquid gloss, as vivid as an open wound, the pleated skirt infolded like labia.
‘Thanks for coming,’ I said when she was in earshot.
‘You piqued my curiosity,’ she answered. ‘Show me this thing. But you’d better not let me down, Castor. I don’t like men who make promises and can’t deliver.’ The shape of her face had changed too. It had elongated and thinned, the cheekbones becoming higher and sharper. The overall effect was to make her look less human, or rather to make her humanity seem like more of a conscious affectation. Her body had become an ironic quote.
‘I’m as good as my word,’ I promised her, trying to make my voice resonate with a confidence I really didn’t feel. ‘I said I’d show you something new, and I’m going to. But anyway, you’re still on my payroll, right? Still on demon watch. I was hoping you could give me an update on that.’
Juliet tilted her head back very slightly, her red eyes fixed on me like rangefinders. ‘You want to make sure you’re getting your money’s worth?’ she translated, with a dangerous edge of anger in her voice.
‘I want to make sure nothing happened to Pen while I was away,’ I said. ‘Or to you. That’s all.’
‘I haven’t seen Asmodeus, or felt him. If he’s watching your house, or the woman, he’s doing it from a distance. Circumspectly. Patiently. Does that sound like Asmodeus to you?’
It didn’t, I had to admit. On the other hand, he’s the kind of devious bastard who gives devious bastards a bad name. ‘You know what they say about barn owls?’ I asked her.
Juliet stared at me as though I was something she’d found crawling in her armpit. ‘No, Castor. I don’t know what they say about barn owls.’
‘They call twice when they’re hunting – the first time loud, the second time soft. It puts the prey off its guard. Makes it sound like they’re heading away from you when they’re about to drop out of the sky and put their claws through your eye sockets.’
‘The “you” in this sentence being a mouse or a rabbit,’ Juliet observed with cold amusement. ‘I don’t find it easy to identify with prey, Castor. It’s interesting that you do. Now, given that you could have asked me these questions by phone and not disturbed my sleep, why am I here?’
There was a pause – barely perceptible – before the word ‘sleep’. It made me hope that relations between Juliet and Sue might have improved somewhat, but since I’ve got a well-developed sense of self-preservation I didn’t ask. ‘Come and see,’ I said.
The invitation had an unintentionally biblical ring. Wasn’t that what the angel said to John when the Book of Revelation was opened? Thinking of apocalypses, I unlocked Super-Self’s front door and stood aside for Juliet to enter.
Super-Self felt different tonight. Juliet stepped inside, casting her gaze to right and left. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to taste the air.
‘Nothing,’ she said at last, her vivid red eyes narrowing slightly.
‘We’re not there yet,’ I said.
I walked past her to the stairs, expecting to hear after a moment or two the clack of her heels as she fell in behind me. Nothing. Despite the stiletto heels of her blood-red shoes, she walked as silently as a cat. I knew she was there, because she was a radarblip in my awakened death-sense, and the back of my neck prickled from the near-physical pressure of her stare. Otherwise I would have felt like Orpheus. Orpheus on the downward leg of the journey, heading into Hades on a busker’s prayer.
The reception area was silent and pitch black. I went to turn on the lights, but Juliet’s hand blocked mine. ‘Hurts my eyes,’ she murmured absently.
‘I can’t see in the dark,’ I pointed out.
‘You’ll adjust.’
She was right. There was a little light filtering down the stairs – the street lamps shining in through Super-Self’s open doors. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to show me the outlines of objects. Paradoxically, despite the vivid scarlet tones of her outfit, now Juliet was darker than the darkness, a silhouette against solid black. Even her eyes had stopped glowing, as though their light had shifted into a part of the spectrum I couldn’t see.
‘Show me this thing,’ she said again. The playfulness in her tone was the most terrifying thing I’d ever heard.
Moving slowly to avoid falling over any low-lying items of furniture, I crossed the dark space to the far door, which opened not onto the pool but onto its anteroom.
I put my hand to the door, bracing myself for what was on the other side. I was a little surprised that I hadn’t felt it already, but perhaps this was how it worked: sitting like a spider in a web, dormant, almost asleep, until something touched one of the threads and woke it.
Juliet pushed me aside impatiently and walked into the anteroom ahead of me. There was more light here: the phosphorescence from the pool beyond cast shifting blue highlights onto the walls. Juliet tilted her head back, seeming to listen, but there was no sound except the arrhythmic lapping of the water against the tiles.
‘If we go a little closer—’ I began. Juliet made a brusque gesture, silencing me.
‘Yes,’ she murmured at last, her voice husky. Her lips peeled back from her teeth in a feral grin. ‘That’s what it wants. Go on, Castor. Move in closer.’
I hesitated. Juliet’s mood was hard to read, but those bared teeth were unsettling. I was suddenly more afraid of her than I was of the thing in the swimming pool beyond.
‘Closer,’ she said again. ‘It won’t show itself until you do. It’s hidden itself, used the souls of the dead to break up its outline. I won’t see it clearly until it moves, and it won’t move unless we throw out some bait. I’ll be right behind you.’
Yeah, that was very reassuring.
I went on through the arch to the water’s edge. The moving lights below me resolved themselves again into human shapes – became men and women in the depths of the water, circling and gesturing in an endless dumb show. At that moment I felt an aching solidarity with them. They’d lived and breathed once, been fully human, unlike either the thing that crouched invisible in the darkness above me or the siren at my back.
I leaned forward to see better. There were fewer figures in the pool than I remembered from the night before – seven or eight, where my confused memories had conjured up a crowd of several dozen. The two men in togas were arguing – one calmly, the other with a lot of emphatic gestures and striding back and forth. Another, older man watched them, majestically detached, while two women stood off to one side with their faces averted, looking sad and afraid. Two Roman soldiers with breastplates and helmets stared straight ahead, patient and impassive.