BILLIE

    

    “Can you accept the notion that people can be psychic? Know things that are normally hidden?’

    “I guess so,” said Dodgson. "Telepathy, at least.”

    “That’s part of it. But you’ll have to go one better. You’ll have to consider that it’s possible to see things that happen or have happened very far away. Or things that haven’t even occurred yet-sometimes very vaguely and sometimes quite clearly-and know that they will happen, like it or not. Know that they have to happen.”

    He looked at each of them in turn.

    “I don’t know about that,” said Dodgson.

    “I do,” said Chase. “That’s the point.”

    Billie liked him. She was going by instinct but she liked him right away. There was something real and straightforward about the man despite the insanity he was confirming-and something humane as well. He acted as if he cared, though they’d only just met. She believed he did. “The first thing you’d better tell me,” he said, “is who she is.”

    “Wait a minute. Hold on.”

    Danny’s having an awful lot of trouble with this, she thought. “Hold on a second. Nothing’s happened to us-to me and Michelle. Why’s that?”

    “You sure?” asked Dodgson.

    “Nothing that I can remember.”

    He glanced at Michelle. She shrugged.

    “Nothing,” said Danny. “Nothing at all."

    “It will,” said Chase. “You killed her."

    Danny’s face went white.

    “How in hell…who told you?”

    “It’s written all over you. Think of me as one of the few around who can read the writing.”

    “The police?”

    “No, I haven’t spoken to them.”

    “Bullshit. How do I know that?”

    “You don’t. You’ll just have to trust me. Look, if I were here to con you, would I check in with the police beforehand? Does that make sense?”

    “You’re telling me we got ghosts here?”

    “I don’t know what you’ve got. I don’t know what she is.”

    “I trust him, Danny,” said Michelle.

    “I do too,” said Billie.

    Eduardo and Xenia nodded. “So far,” said Xenia.

    “Okay,” said Dodgson, “for now you’ve got our vote of confidence.”

    Chase smiled. “Good. But I’ve got to be straight with you. I know this thing I’ve got and how it works basically and I think I know at least part of what’s going on here. But I can’t say I’ve got the answers for you. Far from it. There’s a lot you’ll have to fill me in on. Which brings me back to my first question. Who is she?”

    “A woman I met in Crete,” said Dodgson. “Lelia Narkisos.”

    The man went rigid.

    “Who?”

    “Her name is Lelia Narkisos. We met in Crete, in Matala, and I…”

    “Excuse me.”

    He got up suddenly and rushed inside the bar.

    He’s going to be sick, thought Billie.

    He knows her!

    She took Dodgson’s hand. Xenia lit a cigarette. The wind gusted through the narrow street.

    They sat silent until he returned.

    “Sorry,” he said. He sat down.

    “You know her,” said Dodgson.

    “Yes, I do. In Canada, we met at a party-it was months ago. Three months, three and a half, I don’t know. Both of us…we were strangers there. And I…” He shook his head. “And I think I met her again, last night. She wasn’t…the same. Her hair was red. Her face and body…entirely different. But I should have known…the eyes. I should have known those eyes. I thought I’d know them anywhere.”

    He stopped. He sat there thinking and then a moment later she could see something dawn on him. For the very first time he scared her.

    “I wonder if it’s her,” he said. “Maybe. Maybe it’s been her out there all the time, drawing me, getting me here. My god. I think it’s me she wants.”

    Dodgson shook his head. “Then you’d better think again. Looks to me like it’s all of us.”

    For a moment Chase seemed puzzled. Then he nodded.

    “You’ll have to tell me everything,” he said.

    They did.

    

***

    

    By the time it was over it was early evening. Chase sighed and leaned back in his seat.

    “Well, one thing’s clear. You’d all better get off the island as fast as possible.”

    “Fine with me,” said Danny.

    “There’s a ferry tomorrow at four o’clock,” said Xenia. “Also a plane direct to Athens at ten.”

    “Be on it. All of you.”

    “We work here,” said Xenia. “Eduardo and I have jobs here, homes here.”

    “Leave them. Leave them for now. You can come back when all this…when this is over.”

    “What about you?” said Dodgson.

    To Billie, Chase suddenly looked very old.

    “How much do any of you know about Delos?” he asked.

    ‘The birthplace of Apollo and Artemis” said Xenia. “And Dionysos was worshipped there. A very holy place in ancient times. Now it’s mostly ruins.”

    “I’m supposed to go there.”

    “You’re supposed to go there?” said Danny.

    “That’s right.”

    “Is this really the time to play tourist?”

    Chase smiled. “Sight-seeing has nothing to do with it. Believe me, Delos is still a very holy spot. It always will be, priests or no priests. It’s like the Valley of Kings or Easter Island or Stonehenge-a place where there’s power, real power, something that leaks right out of the ground. In a place like that, every bell in hell goes off for somebody like me. But anybody is likely to feel something.”

    He looked at Danny. “You don’t believe me? Try visiting a few. I can give you a list Try the valley of central Mexico, some of the ancient ruins there. Go to Tlaxcala and I warn you you can feel what it was like to be part of an entire culture gone visionary or crazy or both, where all your gods had fangs and claws and names like Eater of Filth or Lord of the Flayed and wore belts of human phalluses.

    “I don’t know what causes them but they’re not in short supply anywhere on the earth-I tripped over one in the woods north of Cape Elizabeth once, another in a dingy little apartment building in lower Manhattan-but Greece has a whole lot more than its share. I just left one. Mykene. And I swear to you, it sings.

    “Something there got me here. I’m hoping it’ll get me back again.”

    Dodgson nodded. “You think this has something to do with…our problem?"

    “Yes I do. I don’t know what.”

    “And you’re going to try to end it”

    “I’m going to do what I think I’m supposed to do. Maybe that’ll end it.”

    “And if not?”

    “I suspect you’ll know if it hasn’t.” He stood up.

    “I’m going to need some sleep,” he said. “Let me suggest that none of you stay alone tonight. I don’t want to alarm you but I suggest that very strongly.”

    “He doesn’t want to alarm us,"’ said Danny.

    Dodgson ignored him. “And you?”

    “I’ll be fine. But the rest of you take care of one another. I’ll meet you at the port tomorrow morning at say, eight o’clock?”

    “All right”

    “Good night,” he said. He waved to them over his shoulder.

    The wind was still up and Billie shivered.

    “I wonder what he did to her,” she whispered to Dodgson.

    He finished his drink. “Probably nothing. With Lelia you didn’t have to.”

    She thought he knew better.