With a presentiment of disaster chewing at him, he dialed Henry Rankin's home number. It was picked up on the first ring, and again the meter indicated no tap, but this time the voice was not a recording.
"Hello?" Henry said.
Charlie said, "It's me, Henry. I just called the office-"
"I've been waiting here by the phone, figuring you'd try me sooner or later," Henry said." We got trouble, Charlie. We got lots of trouble."
From outside the booth, Christine couldn't hear what Charlie was saying, but she could tell something bad had happened.
When he finally hung up and opened the folding door, he was ashen.
" What's wrong?" she asked.
He glanced at Joey and said, "Nothing's wrong. I talked to Henry Rankin. They're still working on the case, but there's nothing new to report yet."
He was lying for Joey's sake, but the boy sensed it just as Christine did, and said, "Whatd she do now? Whatd the witch do now?"
"Nothing," Charlie said." She can't find us, so she's throwing tantrums down there in Orange County. That's all."
" What's a tantrum?" Joey asked.
"Don't worry about it. We're okay. Everything's ticking along as planned. Now let's go back to the car, find a supermarket, and stock up on groceries."
Walking through the open-air mall and all the way out to the car, Charlie looked around uneasily, with a visible tension he hadn't shown all morning.
Christine had begun to accept his assurances that they were safe in Santa Barbara, but now fear crawled up out of her subconscious and took possession of her once more.
As if it were an omen of renewed danger, the weather worsened again. The sky began to clot up with black clouds.
They found a supermarket, and as they shopped, Joey moved down the aisles ahead of them. Ordinarily, he scampered ahead, searching for items on their shopping list, eager to help. Today he moved slowly and studied the shelves with little interest.
When the boy was far enough away, Charlie said softly, "Last night my offices were torched."
"Torched?" Christine said. There was suddenly a greasy, roiling feeling in her stomach." You mean. burned?"
He nodded, taking a couple of cans of Mandarin orange slices from the shelf and putting them in the shopping cart." Everything's…
lost… furniture, equipment, all the files… gone." He paused while two women with carts moved past them.
Then: "The files were in fire-proof cabinets, but someone got the drawers open anyway, pulled out all the papers, and poured gasoline on them."
Shocked, Christine said, "But in a business like yours, don't you have burglar alarms-"
"Two systems, each independent of the other, both with backup power sources in case of a blackout," Charlie said.
"But that sounds fool-proof."
"It was supposed tove been, yeah. But her people got through somehow."
Christine felt sick." You think it was Grace Spivey."
"I know it was Grace. You haven't heard everything that happened last night. Besides, it had to be her because there's such a quality of rage about it, such an air of desperation, and she must be angry and desperate right now because we've given her the slip. She doesn't know where we've gone, can't get her hands on Joey, so she's striking out wherever she can, flailing away in a mad frenzy."
She remembered the Henredon desk in his office, the Martin Green paintings, and she said, "Oh, dammit, Charlie, I'm so sorry. Because of me, you've lost your business and all your-"
"It can all be replaced," he said, although she could see that the loss disturbed him." The important files are on microfilm and stored elsewhere. They can be recreated. We can find new offices. Insurance will cover most everything. It's not the money or the inconvenience that bothers me. It's the fact that, for a few days at least, until Henry gets things organized down there, my people won't be able to keep after Grace Spivey-and we won't have them behind us, supporting us.
Temporarily, we're pretty much on our own."
That was a disturbing thought.
Joey came back with a can of pineapple rings." Can I have these, Mom?"
"Sure," she said, putting the can in the cart. If it would have brought a smile to his small glum face, she'd have allowed him to get a whole package of Almond Joys or some other item he was usually not permitted to have.
Joey went off to scout the rest of the aisle ahead.
To Charlie, Christine said, "You mentioned that something else happened last night. It
He hesitated. He put two jars of applesauce in the cart. Then, with a look of sympathy and concern, he said, "Your house was also torched."
Instantly, without conscious intent, she began to catalogue what she had lost, the sentimental as well as the truly valuable things that this act of arson had stolen from her: all Joey's baby pictures; the fifteen-thousand-dollar oriental carpet in the living room, which was the first expensive thing she'd owned, her first gesture of self-indulgence after the years of self-denial her mother had demanded of her; photographs of Tony, her long-dead brother; her collection of Lalique crystal.
For an awful moment she almost burst into tears, but then Joey returned to say that the dairy case was at the end of this aisle and that he would like some cottage cheese to go with the pineapple rings. And Christine realized that losing the oriental carpets, the paintings, and even the old photographs was of little importance as long as she still had Joey. He was the only thing in her life that was irreplaceable. No longer on the verge of tears, she told him to get the cottage cheese.
When Joey moved away again, Charlie said, "My house, too."
For a moment she wasn't sure she understood." Burned?"
"To the ground," he said.
"Oh my God."
It was too much. Christine felt like a plague-carrier. She had brought disaster to everyone who was trying to help her.
"Grace is desperate, you see," Charlie said excitedly." She doesn't know where we've gone, and she really thinks that Joey is the Antichrist, and she's afraid she's failed in her God-given mission.
She's furious and frightened, and she's striking out blindly. The very fact that she's done these things means we're safe here. Better than that, it means she's rapidly destroying herself. She's gone too far.
She's stepped way, way over the line.
The cops can't help but connect those three torchings with the murders at your place last night and with the bomb at Miriam Rankin's house in Laguna. This is now the biggest story in Orange County, maybe the biggest story in the whole state. She can't go around blowing up houses, burning them down. She's brought war to Orange County, for Christ's sake, and no one's going to tolerate that. The cops are going to come down hard on her now. They're going to be grilling her and everyone in her church. They'll go over her affairs with a microscope. She'll have made a mistake last night; she'll have left incriminating evidence. Somewhere. Somehow. One little mistake is all the cops need. They'll seize on it and pull her alibi apart.
She's done for. It's only a matter of time. All we've got to do is lie low here for a few days, stay in the motel, and wait for the Church of the Twilight to fall apart."
" hope you're right," she said, but she wasn't going to get her hopes up. Not again.
Joey returned with the cottage cheese and stayed close to them for a while, until they entered an aisle that contained a small toy section, where he drifted away to look at the plastic guns.
Charlie said, "We'll finish shopping, get a bunch of magazines, a deck of cards, a few games, whatever we need to keep us occupied for the rest of the week. After we've taken everything back to the room, I'll get rid of the car-"
"But I thought it wouldn't turn up on any hot sheets for a few days yet.
That's what you said."
He was trying not to look grim, but he couldn't keep the worry out of either his face or his voice. He took a package of Oreos from the cookie section and put them in the cart." Yeah, well, according to Henry, the cops have already found the yellow Cadillac we abandoned in Ventura, and they've already linked it with the stolen LTD and the missing plates. They lifted fingerprints from the Caddy, and because my prints are on file with my PI license application, they made a quick connection."