‘That’s not what happened.’
‘That’s exactly what happened. You did a deal with a devil and as a result of that deal your sister is going to die in two years.’
‘You’re playing with words.’
‘No, Jack, that’s your prerogative. I’m telling you how I see it. You sold your sister out.’
‘I did a deal to save her soul.’
‘You had no right to do a deal like that. You should have talked to your sister first.’
‘That wasn’t possible. I had to do what I had to do.’
‘As always, Jack Nightingale is at the centre of the bloody universe.’
‘Jenny…’
Jenny shook her head and held up her hand. ‘Enough.’
‘You don’t understand.’
‘No, I do understand. That’s the problem. I’m out of here.’ She turned and walked away.
‘Jenny!’
She didn’t look back and walked out of the room.
Nightingale cursed as a plump West Indian nurse walked in. She grinned mischievously at him. ‘Girlfriend trouble, honey?’ she asked.
‘She’s not my girlfriend,’ said Nightingale.
‘There’s a spark,’ said the nurse, looking at his chart. ‘A definite spark.’
‘She’s always like that just before she bursts into flames,’ said Nightingale. ‘Speaking of which, I really need a cigarette.’
‘This is a hospital, honey.’
‘I know. But there’s a smoking room, right?’
She chuckled. ‘You do know that smoking is bad for you, don’t you?’
‘Lots of things are bad for you. Life is bad for you. At the end of the day, everyone dies.’
The nurse frowned and put down the chart. ‘Honey, what made you so cynical? Life is to be lived to the full and then you have an eternity with the Lord.’
‘What’s your name?’
‘Mary-Louise.’
‘You believe that, Mary-Louise?’
‘Of course I do.’
‘Even working here in a hospital? You must see people die every day.’
‘I see people go to meet their maker. And I see miracles. And if you had your eyes open you’d see them too.’
‘And what about angels? Have you seen angels?’
She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. ‘I’ve seen doctors send home people who’d come here to die, and I’ve seen them turn suffering into release. If that’s not the work of angels then I’d like to know what is. What about you, Mr Nightingale, have you seen angels?’
‘Not yet,’ he said.
‘Well, keep looking, because they’re out there.’
Nightingale swung his legs over the side of the bed. ‘I might just do that,’ he said. ‘In the meantime I’m checking myself out. And before you ask, I didn’t take anything from the minibar.’
‘We don’t have minibars,’ said the nurse.
‘Exactly,’ said Nightingale. ‘Now, where are my clothes?’
101
S pace folded in on itself amid the swirling clouds of smoke and then she was there, dressed in black, her black and white collie at her side. She was wearing a black T-shirt with a gold inverted cross on it, a black leather miniskirt and thigh-length black boots with stiletto heels. Around her neck was a black leather collar with chrome studs.
‘Why do you always dress like a cheap hooker?’ Nightingale asked.
She walked up to the edge of the pentagram. ‘I could ask you why you always dress like a cheap gumshoe,’ she said. The dog growled softly and Proserpine bent down to scratch it behind the ear.
Nightingale ran his left hand down the front of his raincoat. ‘It was raining earlier,’ he said.
‘I meant the suit. And the shoes.’ She pointed at his rain-flecked Hush Puppies. ‘Suede? Didn’t suede go out of fashion in the seventies?’
‘They’re comfortable,’ he said. ‘I do a lot of walking. Goes with the job.’
She looked at him and slowly walked around the edge of the pentagram, her heels crunching on the bare floorboards. ‘So what do you think, Nightingale? All’s well that ends well?’ Her smile hardened and she stared at him with her black, featureless eyes. ‘I told you before that I don’t like being bothered for nothing. You can’t summon me whenever you’ve a question you want answering.’
‘I don’t have a question for you,’ said Nightingale. ‘There’s something I want to give you.’
Proserpine frowned. ‘Give me? What could you possibly have that I’d want, Nightingale?’
Nightingale’s hand appeared from behind his back, holding a long-stemmed red rose. He tossed it high in the air and she caught it easily.
‘What’s this?’ she asked.
‘A flower,’ he said. ‘By any other name.’
Proserpine sniffed the rose. Nightingale reached into the pocket of his raincoat and brought out a small box. He threw it towards her and she caught it with her other hand. She smiled when she saw what it was. ‘Perfume?’ she said.
‘Mademoiselle by Chanel,’ he said. ‘The girl in Harrods said it was very popular.’
‘It is,’ she said.
‘She said Chanel Number 5 was heavier.’
‘Much,’ she said. ‘Too much jasmine for my taste.’
‘I’m crap at presents,’ he said. ‘I told you that before.’
‘Much as I appreciate the gift, you know that we eternals don’t celebrate birthdays,’ she said. ‘We measure time differently.’
‘Yeah, you explained that to me. It’s not a birthday present.’ He smiled and took out his pack of Marlboro and his lighter. ‘It’s to say thank you.’
‘Thank you?’
He tapped out a cigarette and slipped it between his lips. ‘You sent three guys to kill me. Well, two guys and a girl.’
‘That was the deal,’ she said. ‘Three questions answered; three killers.’
‘Yeah, but you decided who to send, didn’t you? You could have sent anyone, and I’m pretty sure that, doing what you do, you’d be spoiled for choice.’
‘I do know some mean motherfuckers, that’s true.’
Nightingale grinned. ‘I love it when you talk dirty.’
‘Don’t flirt with me, Nightingale,’ she said. ‘I choose this form because, like your cheap suede shoes, I’m comfortable with it. It’s not the real me.’
‘It’s not about the way you look,’ said Nightingale. ‘It’s about what you did. You could have had a sniper blow me away or have a bomb put under my car, but you didn’t. You gave me a fighting chance.’
Proserpine shrugged. ‘I wouldn’t read too much into that if I were you,’ she said.
‘You could have sent killers who wouldn’t have given me a chance. They could have killed people close to me. Collateral damage. But you didn’t do that, did you? You sent people you knew I could beat.’
‘You’re reading too much into it, Nightingale.’
Nightingale shook his head. ‘I don’t think so,’ he said. ‘But, whatever the reason, you went easy on me and I just wanted to say thank you.’
‘With perfume and a rose?’
‘I had absolutely no idea what else to get you,’ he said. ‘Okay. That’s all I wanted to say. You can go now, and I promise not to bother you again.’ He flicked the lighter.
‘You know that cigarette smoke is an impurity,’ she said. ‘It’ll weaken the protective circle.’
Nightingale flicked his lighter again, lit the cigarette and then blew a cloud of smoke into the air. ‘You know what, honey?’ he said. ‘I trust you.’
‘I’m not sure that’s a good idea,’ she said.
Nightingale shrugged. ‘I’ll risk it.’
‘Up to you,’ she said. ‘But I have to say that you’re being a little presumptuous.’
Nightingale frowned as he blew smoke. ‘Why?’
‘I answered three questions for you.’
‘And you sent three killers. Chance, Katherine Whelan and the arsonist.’
Proserpine smiled. ‘Whelan was nothing to do with me,’ she said. ‘She had her own agenda. The other two were mine, though.’
Nightingale’s cigarette froze on the way to his lips. ‘So there’s still another killer out there?’ he said.
Proserpine smiled and blew him a kiss. ‘Be lucky,’ she said, then turned and walked away.
Time folded in on itself and she and the dog vanished.
Nightingale took a long pull on his cigarette and let the smoke escape slowly from between his lips. ‘That didn’t go quite as well as I’d hoped,’ he said. He flicked ash onto the floor and stepped out of the circle.
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