The Diviners (The Diviners #1)
Page 137“Anything you say, Unc.”
“I will guide you. Do not go too far under, Evangeline. You are to remain detached. A spectator.”
“I’ll see what I can find and let go.”
“If you feel the least bit threatened, you are to drop it immediately.”
“I’m on the trolley, Unc.”
“I’m glad somebody is,” Sam said, shaking his head.
“It will become evident in just a moment,” Will answered. “Evie, come have a seat.”
Evie settled into a leather club chair.
“Comfortable?” Will asked.
“Yes.” Her heart beat quickly and her mouth was dry. She hoped she was ready for this.
“I understand, Will,” Evie assured him.
“Will, is this safe?” Jericho asked.
“I’ll keep her safe,” Will assured him. “You may begin whenever you’re ready, Evie.”
Will placed the rabbit’s foot in her waiting hands. Evie closed her eyes and felt along the seams of it, waiting. Come on, she thought. Please… It took a few seconds for the connection, but once it was made, pictures of Gabe’s day came at her in a dizzying jumble. It was like Evie had plunged into a cold lake and was splashing her way up to the surface. “I can’t… I can’t make them out….”
“Slow down. Take your time. Breathe and concentrate,” Will instructed.
Evie’s breathing slowed. She could hear that and the gentle coursing of her blood. The earlier, inconsequential scenes of Gabriel’s day were gone. She was with him on the night-gloomy streets of Harlem. The scene had a haze to it, like a photograph not fully developed, but she could make out Gabriel walking under the El tracks, and she could feel what he felt.
“He’s angry about something….” Evie said haltingly.
“Not too close,” Will warned.
Evie took another deep breath. The street became a little less hazy as she concentrated. The flicker of distant neon, even the smell of smoke and garbage began to come alive in her mind. She heard the tread of footsteps, a strange hollow clicking.
“Careful, Evie.”
“It’s gotten very foggy all of a sudden, but there’s someone there.” She saw the walking stick first, a silver thing with the head of a wolf. The man carrying it was still shrouded in shadow and mist. Gabe called out, and, hearing nothing, kept walking under the great shadow of the elevated tracks. Evie could only see what he saw. But she could hear the slow, deliberate footsteps on the street. She felt Gabe’s first stab of apprehension. And then she heard the whistling.
Evie gasped. “It’s the same song!”
“Evie, time to stop,” Will instructed, but Evie wasn’t about to stop yet. She was close. So very close.
Footsteps. Close. One, two, click. One, two, click. The stick glinted in the mist. “It’s him. He’s coming….”
“Evie. Stop,” Will commanded.
Evie clutched the rabbit’s foot tightly. The man stepped from the shadows and Evie’s pulse accelerated. “I see him!”
“Evie, stop!” Will thundered. He clapped loudly several times and the trance was broken. Evie dropped the charm and blinked, her eyes watering.
“I know him! I’ve seen him before!” Evie said.
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Will stared into the fire. His jaw was clenched.
“How is that possible, Uncle Will? How is it possible that a man who’s been dead for fifty years killed these people?”
“You saw somebody who looked like him, doll. That’s all,” Sam said.
“I know what I saw!”
“I’m telling you—it’s the power of suggestion. We’ve been all over the legend of John Hobbes. You’d seen his mug in the papers, so that was already in your mind when you went under. You supplied the killer with the first face that came to mind.”
“Will you stop staring at me, please!” Evie said to Jericho, who looked away quickly, blushing. The tiny claws of a new headache raked across Evie’s skull. “Unc, you haven’t answered my question. How could John Hobbes have killed Gabriel Johnson, and possibly all those others?”