“I tried you at the office earlier,” he said as I stumbled out of Misery. He sounded weird, distracted.

“I tried calling you on my way up here. You didn’t pick up. What’s going on?” A prickly kind of awareness laced up my spine. Ubie was acting strange. Not that strange was out of character for him, but he was acting stranger than his normal, everyday strange.

He closed my door and led the way through the melee of cops and health-care professionals.

“Uncle Bob,” I said at his back, fighting to keep up with him, “did something happen to Reyes?”

“The injunction didn’t go through,” he said over his shoulder.

I skidded to a halt. A combination of disbelief and downright denial stole my breath as I stood there running a thousand scenarios in my head. If they took him off life support and he died, would he cross? Would he stay? Could we even have a relationship if he was departed? Maybe they would take him off life support and he would just wake up. He would be okay. I angled for a Hollywood ending with each hypothesis, hoping for what was most likely impossible.

“Charley,” Uncle Bob said as he stopped and turned toward me, a hint of warning in his voice that shot my nerves to attention. “Are you telling me everything you know about Farrow?”

Something was up. That whole woman’s intuition thing was tingling, among other womanly things. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, well, you told me—” He leaned in and softened his voice. “—that he’s supernatural. But I thought you meant like you. Not like, you know, super-supernatural.”

All I could think was, Oh, my god! Why was Uncle Bob asking me such a thing? Surely Reyes was okay if Ubie suspected super-supernatural phenomena. “So, um, why do you ask?”

“Charley,” he said, his voice a warning, and my heart rate skyrocketed. He gripped my arm and began winding us through the crowd again.

“What happened?” I asked at his back, hope evident in every syllable. Reyes had to be alive. Something miraculous had to have happened. Why else would Ubie ask such a question? Why else would all these people be here?

“I don’t know, Charley,” he replied, his voice drenched in sarcasm. “Nobody knows, Charley. Perhaps you can explain how a man can just disappear off the face of the Earth.”

“What?” That brought things to a second standstill. “What are you talking about?”

Uncle Bob stopped again and turned back to me. “I knew how important this was to you, so I came up here to talk to the judge myself. Not that it helped. She couldn’t justify keeping your friend on life support when he was obviously brain-dead and it was costing the state a fortune to keep him alive.”

“You drove up yourself? For me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, pulling at his collar in discomfort. “So, I figured the least I could do was be here when they took him off life support. But when I arrived, the place was in an uproar. He was gone.”

“Gone?” I squealed. I cleared my throat. “Gone where?”

He leaned in again, his voice a harsh, desperate whisper. “Not just gone, Charley, disappeared.”

“I don’t understand. He escaped?”

“You’ll have to see this for yourself.”

We hastened through the front doors and into a small security room.

“Show her,” he told the security officer, who obeyed immediately.

After he typed a couple of commands into his computer, I asked, “What is this?”

“Just watch it,” he said.

The monitor showed footage from a security camera. I recognized the area. “Is this outside Reyes’s room?”

“Just watch,” he repeated, all mysterious and annoying-like.

Then I saw movement. I leaned in closer. Reyes’s door was open, and the black-and-white footage centered directly into his room. He moved, raised an arm to his head, then shot up and looked around. The resolution was so low, it was hard to see anything definitive, but it was most assuredly Reyes. And he was awake. As if gaining his bearings, he calmed, took a deep breath, then turned toward the camera and smiled. He smiled! A wicked, lopsided kind of grin that had me melting into my boots.

A glitch in the footage caused the screen to go static, then black a fraction of a second, and when the picture returned, he was gone. In a heartbeat. He was literally there one moment then gone the next, his bed rumpled and empty.

“Where’d he go?” I asked the bemused security guard, who shrugged.

“I was hoping you could tell us,” Uncle Bob said.

Reyes was certainly otherworldly, but the ability to dematerialize a human body simply didn’t exist. At least not that I knew of. Course, I didn’t figure Satan had a son until a few hours ago either. “Uncle Bob,” I said, hedging away from the truth, “I didn’t really tell you everything.”

“Ya think?” Uncle Bob motioned for the security guard to leave.

After he was gone, I said, “It’s just … well … I’ve never really told you everything.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, even more perplexed than before.

“I mean, I’m different. You know that. But I’ve never told you exactly how different I am.”

“Okay,” he said, his tone wary, “how different are you?”

I couldn’t imagine how telling Uncle Bob I was the grim reaper or that Reyes was the son of Satan would benefit the situation. Some things were better left unsaid.




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