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It got crazy very fast in the darkness. People screamed. A whip cracked nearby. It was madness. Chaos. Sheer terror. Jamilla and I had our guns out. But there wasn't anything we could do in the dark. A minute or so passed. Everything was inky blackness. It seemed like a very long time. Too long. I was afraid of being stabbed. Or bitten. A generator kicked in somewhere in the house. The lights in the cellar flickered, then went on again. Then off. Then on. I saw afterimages, rings of color. And then-- The magicians had disappeared. Someone shouted, 'Our princes are dead.'
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I pushed my way through the shocked crowd and didn't meet resistance. Then I saw the bodies. The two young men in black robes lay sprawled on the cellar floor. They had been stabbed and their throats cut. Blood was pooled around the bodies. Where were Daniel and Charles? 'Police!'I called out.'Don't touch them. Back away.' The men and women closest to the bodies slinked away. I wondered if they had been about to drink the spilled blood. Wasn't that the ritual? The pattern for the ghoulish murders so far? 'There's only two of them! Two cops!'someone shouted. 'We will shoot you/Jamilla called out in a loud, clear voice. 'Back away. Do it. Where are Daniel and Charles?' I shouted. The crowd began to close in on us, so I fired off a warning shot. It echoed loudly. There was chaos in the cellar. Men and women began struggling to get through the doors. No one would get away though. FBI agents were waiting outside. Jamilla and I pushed our way into a connecting room in the basement. We started down a narrow hallway lit only by candles. Daniel and Charles could have come this way when the lights went out. It seemed likely; they knew the house. There were small rooms crowded next to each other on either side of the dusty tunnel. The layout reminded me of ancient catacombs. Everything was closed in - musty, damp, depressing as hell, scary. 'You okay?' I glanced back at Jamilla. 'I'm fine. So far anyway. This place is starting to grow on me.' She -------------- 198 --------------
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made a wisecrack, but her eyes were darting about. I could hear Kyle's voice calling to us. The FBI agents were inside now/Anything up there? Alex?You see anything?' 'Not yet. Daniel and Charles took off when the lights went off. No sign of them.' We moved cautiously, checking each of the rooms. Most of the space seemed to be used for storage. A few were completely empty. Dank and eerie, like tombs. Atmospheric, I suppose. Spooky for sure. I kicked open another door. Jamilla and I peered in. She gasped, her mouth open in a silent scream. 'Oh Jesus, Alex! What the hell happened?' I reached out and held onto her arm. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. I couldn't make myself believe it. My knees went weak. Daniel and Charles were laid out on the floor of the room. They had been murdered. I was too stunned to speak. Kyle came into the room behind us, said not a word. We moved closer to the bodies, but I knew they were dead. The throats of both men had been cut. And there were deep bites, fang marks. So who was the Sire?
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Late the following afternoon, Jamilla had to return to San Francisco. She pretty much admitted that she was bumt-out and baffled. I gave her a ride to the airport, and we continued to talk about the murder case all the way there. We realized we were both obsessing. What had happened the night before changed everything. We had tracked down the supposed killers - and they had been killed. This was a complex and thoroughly frustrating murder mess in which anything seemed possible. The killers weren't necessarily clever, but they were full of surprises. 'Where do you go from here, Alex?' she asked as we turned into the airport. I laughed. 'Oh, now it's where do I go?' 'You know what I mean. C'mon.' 'Kyle has asked me to stay down here for another day or two to help out. Everyone who was in the house is being held by the New Orleans police. That's a lot of freaks to be interviewed. Somebody has to know something.' 'If you can get anything out of them. You think the New Orleans cops are cooperating now? They sure weren't before.' I smiled.'You know how stubborn local cops can be. We'll get what we need. It just might take a little longer. I'm sure that's part of the reason Kyle wants me to stay on.' She frowned at the mention of Kyle's name. I knew she was disappointed to be leaving though.'I have to get back home, but I'm -------------- 203 --------------
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not going to drop this one. My friend Tim at The Examiner is doing another big piece on the California murders. Maybe it all started out there. Think about it.' 'Eleven years ago, maybe more,' I said. 'But who were the first killers? Daniel Erickson and Charles Defoe? Someone else in the cult? Is there a cult?' She threw her hands up in the air.'I have no idea at this point. I'm practically brain dead. I'm going to get on my plane and sleep all the way home.' She lingered for a few more minutes. We talked some more about the case. Then I asked her about Tim at The Examiner. 'Just a friend,' she said. Jamilla and I shook hands at the curbside luggage drop in front of the area marked for American Airlines. Then she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I slid my hand behind her neck and held her for a few seconds. It was nice. The two of us had shared a lot of pain and misery in a short time. We had also been in a life-threatening situation. 'Alex, as always, an honor,'she said as she pulled away.'Thanks for the Krispy Cremes and everything else.' 'Keep in touch,' I said. 'Will you, Jamilla?' 'Absolutely. I plan to. You can count on it. I mean that, Alex.' Then Inspector Jamilla Hughes turned away and walked inside the bustling terminal at New Orleans International. I was definitely going to miss her. I already thought of her as a friend. I watched her go, then headed back to the FBI offices in New Orleans to bury my head in some work. I went over everything we had with Kyle. Then we went over everything again, just to be sure it was as fucked-up as we thought it was. The two of us agreed that there weren't even any good theories about what had happened to Daniel and Charles. We just didn't know. No one was talking so far or maybe no one had seen anything. 'Whoever killed them wanted to show us that they were superior. To them. To us. Physically, mentally, in terms of their ruthlessness,' I said. But I wasn't really sure about that. I was just thinking out loud. 'I don't think it was an accident that the whole thing feels a little -------------- 204 --------------
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like a magic trick/ Kyle said. 'Doesn't that strike you, Alex? Some connection to magic?' 'Yeah, but it wasn't a magic trick. Daniel and Charles are dead, and so are a lot of other people. Going back a lot of years.' 'We're nowhere. Is that what you're saying?' 'Yeah. And I don't like it here,' I said.
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I worked late that night in the FBI office. So what else was new? Around nine I was feeling lonely and edgy, all messed up. I called home, but nobody was there. That worried me a little, until I remembered that it was my Aunt Tia's birthday and Nana was throwing a party at Tia's new house in Chapel Gate, north of Baltimore. I hadn't bought Tia a present. Damn it. Damn me. Ever since I had come to Washington as a kid, Tia had never forgotten my birthday. Not once. This year, she had given me the watch that I was wearing now. I called her house in Maryland, and I got to talk to most of my relatives. They teased that I was missing out on some great sock-it- to-me cake. They wanted to know where I was on Tia's birthday, and when I was coming home. I didn't have a satisfactory answer to give them. 'Soon as I can. I miss you all. You have no idea how much I miss being there.' I decided I needed to stop in at the magicians'house before I went back to the Dauphine. Why did I need to do that? I wondered. Because I was wired. Because I am obsessive. A couple of New Orleans policemen were stationed out front. They looked bored and underutilized, and definitely not obsessive. I showed them ID and they let me inside. No problem. Detective Cross. I really wasn't sure why but I had a vague feeling that we had missed something in the house. Forensics had spent hours going over the place. So had I. We hadn't found anything concrete. Still, I -------------- 206 --------------