We leaned across the table toward each other and we spoke barely above a whisper. I figured Detective Kennard had not gone far. I figured he was standing right behind the long mirror on the wall beside us.
“All right, Alfred,” Meredith said.
“First I want to know if Sam’s okay.”
“Sam?”
“The John Doe shot in the penthouse suite. He’s my guardian. Is he okay?”
“He’s in intensive care at St. Mary’s.”
“Will he live?”
She slowly shook her head. She didn’t know.
I stared at her for a few seconds. Then I said, “Do you know how my father died?”
“The newspaper said it was a plane crash.”
“It was a beheading.”
It spewed out of me then, an eruption of words that I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. I told her everything. Of Excalibur and the secret order of knights that protected it. Of Mogart, who was my father’s heir until my father found out he had a son—me. Of Bennacio, my father’s best friend and the last knight on earth, who died trying to win the Sword back from Mogart. Of the chase that ended in Merlin’s Cave beneath the ruins of Camelot. Of my death and rebirth, and the death of Mogart.
“How did Mogart die?” she asked.
“He was beheaded,” I answered.
“Him too?”
“By me.”
“You beheaded him?”
“With Excalibur.”
“King Arthur’s sword.”
“Actually, Michael’s sword.”
“Michael the secret agent of this OIPEP?”
“Michael the Archangel of heaven.”
“Heaven.”
“You know.” I pointed toward the ceiling. “Heaven.”
“Where is the Sword now?”
I pointed at the ceiling again.
“Right,” she said slowly, making it two words: “Rye-ite.”
“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Don’t you believe in heaven?”
“I just don’t understand why this OIPEP might want to kill you if you don’t have the Sword.”
I almost said, “Because I have the Seal,” but I wasn’t sure I should tell her about the Great Seal of Solomon. She might frisk me and find it in my pocket. I bit my lip and looked away from her face.
“You know how this must sound,” she said, not unkindly.
“I know,” I admitted. “But it’s the truth.”
“The truth,” she repeated.
I looked back into her eyes and said, “You say you want the truth, but you really don’t because the truth is something that doesn’t belong to your world. You know, the world of this table and these chairs and that clock on the wall. It doesn’t fit, but that’s where I am, in the place that doesn’t fit and I don’t think it’s ever going to—fit I mean. If I could jump over this table back into your world right now, I’d do it. I’d do it in a heartbeat. But my world is holy swords and supersecret spy operations and angels who call me their ‘beloved.’ That’s why somebody tried to kill me today. That’s why those police officers are dead. I’m in big trouble and the guy who’s supposed to protect me is in even bigger trouble and we need somebody to help us. Can you help us, Detective Black? Please, because we really need somebody to help us.”
She didn’t say anything at first. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something about her, not in her looks really, that reminded me of my mother.
“I’m going to do everything I can,” she said.