Читать книгу The Longest Halloween, Book Three: Gabbie Del Toro and the Mystery of the Warlock's Urn - Frank Wood - Страница 6

“I was following a lead on my son Efrian. He’s missing, you know. His mother and I fear the worst. His body to bury properly was the most I was hoping for. I was told to meet someone at the Benbones Inn. Sure enough, it was that rascal Alton Main. I was taken by surprise and though I fought my hardest, I was overcome. The next thing I remember is waking up…”

“Unclothed and in the matron’s bed.”

“It’s not as it sounds.”

“Yes, it never is.”

“I ran out into the night, but I had been overcome and it was too much.”

Barister Del Toro was exhausted. He had gone through this interrogation for hours now.

“All right, let her in,” the official who had been questioning him said as he stood. The door to Barister's cell opened and a beautiful woman with dark, tousled hair set off by a single white stripe entered the room. Her eyes were red and bleary, no doubt from lack of sleep, but her face softened as she laid eyes on him.

“Four minutes, Del Toro,” the official warned, as his female colleague patted the other woman down.

“Barister…” Abigail del Toro whispered, her voice cracking. She had managed to keep it together until she actually saw him in the cuffs and the confinement wear.

“Abigail,” he breathed as he took her in his shackled arms. “You know I didn’t do this.”

“I know it,” Abigail said, returning her husband’s embrace.

Jack felt the nausea balloon in him uncontrollably. He should have known better. He violently tossed the tray of food to the floor and stumbled out of the bed. He tried to get to his feet, but the nausea now became pain and forced him to all fours. He saw Isabelle’s booted feet return to the room and looked up at her through pained eyes.

“What have ye done to me?”

“Don’t worry,” she said, her voice colder than he remembered it. “You’ll survive, Jack of the Lantern.”

With surprising strength, she pulled him to his feet, then lifted him in her arms and carried him back to the bed. He was too undone to resist. He went in and out of consciousness as his insides churned and discombobulated.

“What’s happening to me?”

“It’ll all be over soon enough,” Isabelle told him. “For now, just let the food do what it must.”

As Jack’s vision began to fade, he saw Isabelle’s face become older, longer, more weathered and hoary. Her shoulders seemed to broaden and her arms lengthen.

“A potion made for one who cannot be destroyed, but must now be rendered impotent,” she said, her voice older, deeper and masculine, as everything went to black for Jack.

There was frenzy at the Ghoulsville courthouse when Barister Del Toro and his three mentees, Jettson Fleigh, Errol Gardener and Samantha Rhue, were escorted in to hear the charges drawn up against them. Abigail Del Toro could only watch helplessly from the courtroom as her husband and his student warlocks were rushed into the courthouse amidst a vicious crowd of Ghoulsville residents crying out for justice for what had been done to the home of the now-missing Jack of the Lantern. Shortly after she had met Barister at the holding cell, there were photographs, then the securing of power in the handcuffs that Barister and his mentees now wore.

And now this, hearing the charges. Warlocks accused of crimes against the state, which is what this was in Ghoulsville (Jack’s home and his Wick being akin to state treasures, after all), would have their holdings secured until they were exonerated. For Jettson, Samantha and Errol, this latter point meant nothing, as they were still young and owned very little, in the way that those kinds of things went, but Barister was older and his holdings were many.

For the young warlock with maniacal eyes who was following these events, it was quite important to hear the listing of Barister Del Toro’s holdings, which were now placed in storage until the outcome of his trial would be known.