Ghost Hunter

Chapter 27

HE HAD BEEN TEASING HER, SHE ASSURED HERSELF SEVERAL hours later when they went out into the alley. The problem with handling Cooper was that he was so good at concealing his reactions and emotions, it was almost impossible to read him.

"Stay close," Cooper said. He was definitely all business now as he glided forward into the heavily shadowed alley. "I don't want to use the flashlight unless it's absolutely necessary. Keep an eye on Rose. She's our trouble indicator."

"I'll watch for the teeth," Elly promised.

Perched on her shoulder, Rose appeared eager for the adventure. She did not seem the least bit tense or alarmed.

The fog was not as heavy as it had been that afternoon, but it was still thick enough to hamper visibility. The lights over the rear doors of the shops glowed weakly in the mist.

Cooper chose a path that kept them out of the small circles of illumination that surrounded each door. When they arrived at the end of the alley, Elly saw that the street was deserted. The fog here was infused with the subtle green light created by the Dead City Wall a few blocks away.

It seemed to Elly that the service lane that ran behind the row of shops in the next block was darker than the one they had just traversed. It took her a few seconds to understand why.

"There are no lights over the back door of Griggs's shop," she said in a low voice. "Must have burned out."

"Maybe," was all Cooper said.

He gave Rose another look. Evidently satisfied that their trouble indicator was still untroubled, he led the way into the shadows of the second alley.

They arrived at the back door of the floral shop without incident. Rose muttered irritably when Cooper took out a pair of thin gloves, pulled them on, and tried the knob.

"I told you, she never liked Griggs," Elly explained softly.

'The lady has excellent taste." Cooper paused. "Door's open."

"Probably because there was no one around to lock up after they took the body away," Elly said.

"Maybe," Cooper repeated.

She was getting the impression that he said maybe in that particular tone of voice whenever he had some serious doubts about the exact answer to a question.

"It was open when I found Griggs this afternoon," she added.

He said nothing this time, just motioned her to stand to the side. She obeyed. Cooper eased the door inward.

The heavy scent of wilting flowers wafted out. Plant psi whispered across her senses.

Rose snorted softly in disgust, but she didn't show any teeth.

Cooper flicked on the flashlight and moved through the doorway. Elly followed.

"Looks like someone got here before us," Cooper said quietly.

Elly stopped abruptly, shocked by the scene of chaos. Buckets of flowers and greenery had been overturned, spilling water and decorative foliage across the workbenches. An assortment of vases, decorative pots, and small planters had been yanked off the shelves and carelessly smashed on the floor.

"This place was very neat and tidy when I found the body," Elly said. "Do you think maybe some opportunistic thieves saw Griggs's remains being carried out earlier and decided to see if there was anything worth stealing?"

"Maybe." Cooper took another look at an unconcerned Rose and then walked through the mess, careful not to step in the wet spots. "But I think whoever did this was searching for something in particular." He speared the light around the room. "Wonder if he found it."

"It's going to be hard to tell, because we don't know what he was looking for."

Cooper methodically checked the drawers in the workbenches. Most had been emptied. Elly dug her own small light out of her pocket and aimed it into the nearest drawer. A handful of ready-made ribbon bows, thin wires, and an assortment of other small, fanciful items designed to decorate floral arrangements lay inside.

Rose chattered excitedly and scampered down her arm.

Cooper frowned. "What's up with her?"

Elly watched Rose hop into the drawer and start sorting through the bows and small ornaments. "I'm not sure, but I think she may be shopping for a new addition to her jewelry collection."

"Figures," he said, sounding resigned. "Other Guild bosses have loyal minions to guard their backs. I get a dust bunny who's into glitz."

He went to a door and opened it carefully. Elly looked past him and saw the shadowed front room of the shop. The shades had been pulled tightly closed, keeping out the streetlights, but in the glow of the flashlight she could see that room, too, had been thoroughly ransacked.

"Let's take a look upstairs before we check out the basement," Cooper said.

Elly reached into the drawer for Rose. "Let's go. The boss is giving orders again. He's in charge tonight."

Rose squeaked once in protest, but she allowed herself to be picked up. Elly put her back on her shoulder.

They went up the stairs. At the top of the landing Elly saw a small, one-bedroom apartment almost identical to her own.

The kitchen and living area had been torn apart. Cooper prowled through the space, saying nothing.

When they went into the bedroom, Elly was surprised to see three leather-bound volumes on the floor where the intruder had dumped them.

Cooper picked up one of the books and leafed through it with the aid of the flashlight. "This is old. I mean, really old. It's a private journal written before the Era of Discord."

Elly examined one of the other tomes. "So is this one. Doesn't look like the sort of light reading I'd have expected Griggs to use to put himself to sleep at night."

"No."

She scooped up another volume. The leather binding was burnished and smooth in her hands. She opened it carefully and aimed the narrow beam of the flashlight at the title page.

A thrill of disbelief flashed through her.

"Good grief," she managed.

"What?"

"Medicinal Herbs and Flowers of Harmony by Dr. Mary Tyler Jordan," she read aloud. She could hear the shock and wonderment vibrating in her own voice. "This is amazing."

"It's an herbal?"

"Not just any herbal." She looked up from the title page. "Unless this is a forgery, and I can't see why anyone would go to the trouble of creating one, this is Jordan's record of her personal observations and experiments."

"Who was Mary Tyler Jordan?"

"An eccentric botanist. She died about fifty years ago and was consigned to the dust heap of history in her own time. Her work was never recognized as legitimate. Her peers considered her an outsider, a real crackpot."

"Eccentric being a polite term for crazy?"

"Not in my opinion. Jordan devoted her life to studying the therapeutic uses of herbs and plants. I use several of her old tisane recipes. In my opinion, she was a genius. But the mainstream medical community dismissed her work because she was not able to do the kind of controlled studies that scientific researchers demand."

"Why no controlled studies if she was so good?"

"Because she was dismissed as a quack and couldn't get funding from the government or any reputable research firm." Elly looked at the herbal in her hands. "That's how it works, you know."

"Can't argue with that."

"And there's no getting around the fact that she contributed to her own downfall when she declared that she had discovered what came to be known in the field as Jordan's Jungle."

"Never heard of it."

"Jordan wrote that she had discovered a vast underground jungle in the catacombs," she explained.

"No wonder everyone wrote her off as eccentric. In the whole history of catacomb exploration no one has ever discovered any signs of plant or animal life growing in the tunnels."

'True," Elly said. 'The assumption is that Jordan may have experimented on herself with some of her own psychoactive herbal concoctions and experienced a few major hallucinations. In any event, her work was ignored and later forgotten except, of course, by Jordan's Jungle fanatics."

"Those would be folks who believe that the jungle exists?"

"Right. They are a small but sturdy lot of diehards who have been known to spend years searching for the jungle." Elly hefted the heavy volume, unable to believe that she was holding it in her hand. "Do you realize how rare this book is? There are only three known copies still in existence, and all of them are in the libraries of private collectors who have refused to allow access to them."

"You tried?"

"Oh, yes. I've always been interested in Jordan because of her early work with medicinal herbs. After I started coming across obscure references to this herbal, I couldn't rest until I tracked down every extant copy of her book. I contacted each of the three collectors and asked for permission to examine their copies. They all turned me down flat."

"Did they give any reason?"

She smiled wryly. "They're all book collectors. They didn't need reasons. In fairness, two of the three are elderly and quite reclusive. I think they were simply afraid to allow strangers inside their homes, let alone into their private libraries."

"What about the third?"

She cleared her throat. "Dr. Frances Higginbottom informed me that she only allowed those with what she termed 'proper academic qualifications' access to her private library."

"You've got plenty of academic qualifications."

"Not in Dr. Higginbottom's view. She went on to make it clear that she didn't think anyone from a Guild family could possibly have the right degrees or a suitably serious, scholarly mind."

"A trifle biased against the Guild, huh?"

"As we all know, the Guilds do have some image issues. And, to be honest, although I've got a couple of degrees, the highest post I held at Aurora Springs College was that of a lowly instructor. In addition, I can't claim any significant publications. I really didn't have the proper academic qualifications to be allowed into her library."

"Three extant copies," Cooper repeated thoughtfully. "So, we ask ourselves, how did a third-rate florist like Stuart Griggs come by an extremely rare, presumably expensive herbal and a couple of highly collectible pre-Era of Discord journals?"

"Excellent question." She looked around at the spare, shabby furnishings. "I don't know the answer to it, but I'll tell you one thing about Mr. Griggs that I hadn't realized until this very moment."

"What's that?"

"I think it's safe to say that he chose to set up his shop here in Ruin Lane for the same reason I did."

"Which was?"

"Mary Tyler Jordan once lived on this street," she said. "In fact, if the old records are correct, she lived at this exact address. I remember talking about it with the Realtor when I was searching for a suitable location for my herb shop."

"Let's check out the basement."

"You know, this is kind of exciting." Clutching the precious Jordan herbal, Elly hurried after him. "I'm starting to feel just like Harmony Drew."

"Who's Harmony Drew?" he asked, halfway down the stairs.

"You never read the Harmony Drew, Girl Detective stories when you were growing up?" she asked.

"Doesn't rez any bells."

"Well, you're a guy. You probably read The Amber Boys series instead. My brothers loved those. All about a couple of brothers with strong dissonance-energy para-rez talents who solved crimes."

"That must have been the year I was reading Espindoza's A History of the Era of Discord."

"Oh, sure. Every kid reads Espindoza's History when they're ten years old. How many volumes in that set? Two? Three?"

"Four, not counting the index."

"Gosh, how could I forget the index? Yes, indeed, fun, youthful reading, all right."

"You're mocking me, aren't you?" he asked.

"You have to admit, your childhood reading program was a little unusual."

"My parents assumed that I would follow in their footsteps. When they discovered that I had a strong appetite for history, they fed it, figuring I would become a history professor like Dad."

"Little did they know," Elly murmured darkly.

Cooper did not respond to that comment. He reached the floor of the back room and went behind the staircase.

Elly felt the wave of strong psi energy the instant he opened the cellar door.

"There's a hole-in-the-wall down there," she said.

"Sure is."

Cooper descended first into the darkness. Elly followed, keeping a close watch on Rose, who showed interest but no alarm.

At the foot of the old staircase Elly saw the thin arc of green light. It emanated from a narrow, jagged opening that was partially obscured by several large boulders.

"It's not far from the hole next door in Bertha Newell's cellar," Cooper said, crossing the space to examine the opening on the other side of the rocks. "I wonder if she knows that Griggs had an entrance into the catacombs only afew yards away from the one she uses."

"I don't think so. She never mentioned it. You know how it is in the catacombs. You can have two bolt-holes separated by only a few feet on the outside, but once you go inside, you're back in the labyrinth. You might never find the second entrance from the interior unless you stumble into it accidentally."

Beyond the narrow tear in the quartz wall she could see a short corridor that ended in a rotunda. Five other hallways branched off the circular space.

A small utility sled was parked just inside the jagged opening.

"If we're lucky, Griggs left the amber-rez locator set to his last destination," Cooper said.

He slipped sideways through the opening, walked to the vehicle, and leaned into the driver's compartment. Elly watched him fiddle with the instruments.

"Well?" she asked.

"Got it." He straightened, looking coolly satisfied. "Care to take a spin?"

"You bet."

She squeezed through the opening with Rose on her shoulder and hopped up onto the passenger seat of the sled.

Plant psi shivered across her senses. Turning in the seat, she surveyed the cargo bed of the sled.

"Sense something?" Cooper asked, getting in beside her.

"Yes. Psi-bright or some form of it. Very faint, but I recognize the buzz."

"I think we're on a roll here," Cooper said.

He hit Retrace Route on the locator and rezzed the small motor.

The trip was a short one. The sled hummed through a couple of turns and stopped in front of a vaulted chamber.

Cooper got out and walked to the door of the room. "Nothing in here."

She went to join him. The chamber was empty, as he had said, but the tingle of psi-bright was stronger.

"The herbs were here," she said. "And probably quite recently."

"There's another room off of this one."

Cooper started across the space. He paused halfway and abruptly changed direction.

Elly saw something glitter in the corner. She watched Cooper pick it up.

"Looks like broken glass," she said.

"It is. I think it's the bottom half of a beaker, the kind you use to run chemical experiments. There's still some white residue in the bottom."

"Let me see." She hurried to join him.

There was no need to touch the shattered glass. Her psi senses flared wildly.

"Enchantment dust," she said.