He stood up, then, holding his yellow legal pad like a shield. I expected him to ask me what I'd been up to, but he didn't. Maybe he didn't want to know. Maybe I was wishing so hard for him to stay silent, that he heard my plea. Instead, he simply said that he needed to go. "I know I said I'd meet you and the kids at six-thirty, but I think I found the missing link just now, and I'd really like to-"

"Go," I said. "Head back to the office and say hi to Clark for me."

He came around the table and kissed me on the cheek. I was so full of guilt I was afraid it was seeping out my pores. Hopefully, he couldn't taste it.

He started toward the door, but I reached out and caught his hand. "We okay?"

His smile lit me all the way to my toes. "The best," he said.

Damn, but I hoped he was right.

I watched him go, then took three deep breaths, forcing myself not to cry. I didn't have time for that. I needed to get the bones.

I moved to the glass display case, the fear that I was wrong slowing my step. But the moment I looked into the glass, I knew I was right. Five martyrs, but there were six bags of remains.

I opened each, one by one. Dark ash, bits of hair, chips of bone. Each bag. And then I opened the last. "Reginald Talley," the label read, but I was certain I wouldn't find Reginald inside. I pulled apart the drawstring and peered in. Pure white. Bone, crushed to the finest of powder.

Lazarus.

Brother Michael had ground up the bones. The gold box filled with dust hadn't simply been a decoy, it had been a clue. Part of a whole series of clues meant for Eddie. The first clue was the name: Michael Florence. The priest's name, and then the Italian town to make sure Eddie understood that the box was left there by his friend. And Michael had deliberately put dust in the gold box. The dust was the second clue, telling Eddie that the bones had been crushed and ensuring that Eddie knew to look for the powdered remains.

My head told me I didn't need to test the dust, but having been burned once, I wasn't listening to my head. I pulled out the vial of holy water and set it on the table. Then I reached into my back pocket and pulled out one of the napkins from the funnel cake stand. I spread it out and shook out a tiny bit of powder. Then I opened the vial and turned it on its side until a single drop emerged, clinging tenaciously to the rim of the vial.

I held my breath as the drop fell, and then, when a flame of pure blue fire erupted, I dropped the vial and fell to my knees.

This was it. The real deal.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I stayed on my knees until the flame fizzled out. I'd witnessed something amazing just then, the power of God, and I trembled, sure I could still feel His presence in the room with me. He'd guided me here, and now He would guide me out in safety.

After all, it had been easy so far. No human minions threatening my safety. No demon pet rushing to take me down.

Nothing that I'd feared had come to pass, and although I was happy not to have to fight my way out of the cathedral, the situation was a little disconcerting. My instincts weren't bad. Not at all. And I'd been so certain Goramesh would have sent a human.

If not Stuart, then who?

And that's when I knew-the truth so horrible it made me retch.

It had been me all along. I I was the mortal pet. was the mortal pet.

Me.

Nineteen.

I grabbed the edge of the table to steady myself, something dark and cold filling my stomach. the table to steady myself, something dark and cold filling my stomach.

Goramesh had almost succeeded. Because of me! Because of me! I held the Lazarus Bones in my hand, and I'd been about to take them upstairs and hand them over to- I held the Lazarus Bones in my hand, and I'd been about to take them upstairs and hand them over to- Oh, shit.

I'd been right that very first day, and I should have trusted my instincts. Larson really was a demon! He'd lied when he said Goramesh wasn't corporeal.

Goramesh had a body, all right. Larson Larson was Goramesh. was Goramesh.

I sank to the dusty wooden floor, hugging my knees in front of me. Terror and relief enveloped me, and I couldn't do anything more than rock back and forth. I'd almost missed the truth. I'd almost destroyed everything.

Slowly the terror faded, replaced by a cold, hard anger. He wanted the Lazarus Bones? Then he could damn well come down here himself and get them.

I crumpled up the napkin and shoved it in my back pocket along with my vial of holy water, then I retied the drawstring on the sack. I returned it to the case, took a deep breath for courage, then headed up the stairs.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I did know that Larson wasn't getting those bones. As soon as I got outside the cathedral and got a cell phone signal, I'd call Father Corletti. If he didn't have Hunters to spare, that was fine. Send the Swiss Guard. But I wasn't going to back down until those bones were safely out of San Diablo and en route to the Vatican. Eddie could help me guard them in the meantime. Father Ben, too, for that matter; if I had to, I'd even enlist his help.

I burst out of the cathedral at a dead run and ran straight into Laura. "Where's Larson?"

She pulled herself up short, clearly surprised by the tone in my voice.

"Where is he?" I demanded.

"By the ice-cream stand, I assume," Laura said. "What's wrong? The kids will survive a night of really bad food."

The kids? That didn't make any sense. The kids? And then- That didn't make any sense. The kids? And then- I grabbed her by the shoulder. "Where are my kids?"

"They're with Larson." Her brow furrowed. "Paul came by just like he promised he would, but when he told me couldn't stay, I was so furious I almost lost it. I didn't, though, because I was watching the kids, but I think Paul knew I was fuming."

I made a circle motion with my hand, encouraging her to get to the point.

"That's when Larson volunteered to take them to get ice cream." She licked her lips, clearly worried. "He said you okayed it. You didn't?"

"Oh, no. No, I definitely did not." I turned in a circle, then raced toward the ice-cream stand, the Lazarus Bones all but forgotten.

Laura raced after me. "What's going on?" I heard her heavy breathing beside me as we skidded to a stop in front of the booth.

"It's Larson," I said. "He's Goramesh."

She paled, and I caught her just as her knees gave way. "Oh, God, the kids. Mindy Mindy." Her eyes brimmed with tears. "If anything happens to them. To her-"

"It won't," I said, my voice like steel.

"What are you going to do?"

"Beat the shit out of him," I said. At the moment that was the only plan I had. Frankly, I thought it was a good one.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mom."

We both turned at the sound of the voice. "Mindy," Laura breathed, the relief in her voice so tangible I could almost touch it.

My relief was tainted by fear for my own kids, who were conspicuously not with Mindy.

"What happened?" I said.

Her face was pressed to Laura's chest, her arms tight around her mom. But I could see part of her tear-stained face. "He shoved me away," Mindy said. "And Allie had to stay with him, he said, or else he'd hurt Timmy."

I closed my eyes, too scared to even pray.

My cell phone rang.

I answered it before the echo of the first ring died out.

"Bring me the bones, Kate," Larson said.

"Screw you." I said the words, but my bravado was false.

"Darling Kate," he said. "Let me put this in words you'll understand-bring me the Lazarus Bones, or your children are dead."

"Bastard," I whispered, but he'd already hung up.

I lashed out, wanting to hit something and finding only Laura. I fell against her, sobbing, as she patted my back and made soothing noises that I know she didn't really believe.

All along, Larson had been playing a role designed to fool me. But I wasn't fooled anymore. Larson was Goramesh-a High Demon. The Decimator. And I was truly afraid.

Enough.

I pushed back and wiped my eyes.

"Kate?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. Instead, I turned away and started back toward the cathedral. Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I knew what I had to do.

These were my kids, after all.

I clutched the cloth bag tight as I raced back up the basement stairs, my mind churning. I should have known. Should have seen the clues. They were all there. His hesitancy to enter the cathedral. His constantly chewing mint-flavored gum. His strength when we fought in the courtyard. His ability to recognize another demon-and to throw a knife so straight and true. tight as I raced back up the basement stairs, my mind churning. I should have known. Should have seen the clues. They were all there. His hesitancy to enter the cathedral. His constantly chewing mint-flavored gum. His strength when we fought in the courtyard. His ability to recognize another demon-and to throw a knife so straight and true.

It had been the holy water that had won me over.

But now, as I passed the receptacles, I realized how even that illusion had been easy for him. A demon can enter holy ground even though it pains him. The pillars of holy water are a long way from the sanctuary and its sainted, impenetrable mortar. Goramesh would have simply knocked over the bowls and refilled them with tap water. I recalled the puddle on the floor before our meeting and knew I was right.

There were other clues, too. I didn't want to research, but he'd convinced me. And I'd agreed to up the ante if there was any sign of demons infiltrating San Diablo. That night Todd Greer paid a little visit. I'd called that a sign. It was a sign, all right-I'd just read it wrong. Larson had ordered the hellhound to kill Todd Greer so a demon could move in and convince me to do Larson's research. And then Larson killed the demon in the alley to reinforce his position as one of the good guys.

What a crock.

And then there was Eddie. Larson had been the one who'd "discovered" Eddie's presence here. And no wonder. He'd brought Eddie here himself. I had to meet Eddie, because Eddie was the only one who knew what Goramesh wanted. I'd even bet that Larson ordered the drugs decreased so that Eddie would be able to think more clearly-all the better for him to tell me the truth once he decided he trusted me.

And why not trust me?

I was another Hunter, and even I didn't know that I was bait.

Larson had even fueled my fears about Stuart, probably hoping that pointing me in that direction would keep my mind away from considering him too closely. It had worked, too.

With a foul-mouthed curse, I burst through the cathedral doors. The clues were academic now. All that mattered was getting my kids back.

The descending sun cast long shadows on the ground, giving the world a surreal quality that matched my mood. I shaded my eyes with my hand and scanned the grounds, but I didn't see any sign of Laura or Eddie.

I flipped open my cell phone and started to dial Laura's number, but the squeal of rubber against asphalt caught my attention. I leaped backward, realizing that Larson's Lexus was barreling toward me across the nearly empty parking lot.

It fishtailed, then careened to a halt in front of me. My muscles tensed, ready to pummel him. Between the tinted windows and the distortion from the fading light, I couldn't see Larson, but I was ready for him. I raced to the driver's-side door and yanked it open. "Get out of there, you son of a bitch!"

"Mom!"

Not Larson. Allie Allie.

She fumbled for the door and fell out of the car into my arms. I collapsed to the asphalt, holding her against me, crying in earnest now. "Baby, baby, oh baby," I murmured as she cried. I lifted her chin up, then pushed her away so I could get a good look at her. "Did he hurt you? Are you okay?"

She could barely talk through her tears, but she managed a weak "Timmy." Ice flowed in my veins as she struggled to say, "I couldn't get him away. Oh, Mommy, he's still got Timmy."

"Was he hurt? Was he okay when you left?" I wanted to lash out, to run, to fight, to do something something to make it all better. Adrenaline surged through my body, and I felt a numbing coldness settle over me. A cold practicality. to make it all better. Adrenaline surged through my body, and I felt a numbing coldness settle over me. A cold practicality. No emotions, Kate No emotions, Kate. Just get in, do the job, and get Timmy back safe.

"He-he was fine. But I'm scared. Oh, Mom, I'm so scared for him."

I gritted my teeth. "Where did he take you?"

"The cemetery," she said, her voice shaky but stronger. "He told us that you'd had to leave and he was taking us for ice cream and then home, but then he went the other way, and when he got to the cemetery, he called you, and I got so scared."

"I know, sweetheart. But you're doing great."

"He made us get out of the car, but he left the keys. And I got away, just like Cutter showed us."

My stomach churned. She'd been lucky on that count, surprise acting in her favor. Larson could have easily caught her and snapped her neck. I tugged her toward me and hugged her close one more time, just to feel her whole and unmolested against me. "You did good, baby," I said. I pulled her up as I climbed to my feet. The car was still idling beside us, and I looked at it grimly.

"Go find Laura and Gramps and tell them what's going on. Stay with them, okay? Don't leave them no matter what."

She nodded, her chin trembling.

I slid behind the wheel. "Where in the cemetery?"

"The big statue," she said. "The big angel."

I nodded. I knew the place. It was one of the older corners of the cemetery, far away from the road. "Go," I said. "Find Laura. It'll be okay. I promise, I'll get your brother back."

She leaned into the car and kissed me. "I love you, Mom," she said, then ran off across the parking lot toward the fair.

I sighed. I love you, too, baby. I love you, too, baby.

And then I gunned it.