Deader Still

23

I called Jane and begged her to meet me once again at Eccentric Circles in half an hour. I didn’t feel like heading into the Black Stacks over at Tome, Sweet Tome in my current condition. Jane agreed to meet me downtown. I hurried off the floor of the Javits Center and headed down to the bar.

Eccentric Circles was jumping considering it was midafternoon, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. Thanks to the gypsies, I could walk around gloveless. Normally a bar was a potential minefield for my psychometric powers. It felt weird to be bare-handed.

Since Jane had farther to travel coming down from Tome, Sweet Tome on the Upper West Side, I grabbed a beer and settled into the same booth Jane and I had dined in at the back of the bar the other night. By the time she showed up, I was down to the dregs of it. She had her trademark pile of arcane books sticking out of her shoulder bag. She didn’t look happy.

“All this research is going to kill me,” she said, “or, at the very least, crush me.”

“I hope you didn’t bring any books that have a vendetta against me,” I said, holding up my hands in a defensive posture.

“It’s not the books you should be worried about,” she said, with a little attitude to it.

I was a little blindsided after our time spent patching things up last night.

Jane’s eyes went to my bare hands as she slid the bag off her shoulder and onto the seat. She raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not wearing your gloves,” she said.

“Yeah, about that . . .”

I told her everything that had happened since seeing her last—about Central Park, chasing dead Dr. Kolb, and about the confrontation with the gypsies on the convention floor at New York Comic Con.

“So they just evil-eyed you?”

I shrugged. “Something like that. All I know is that I haven’t been able to read a single thing psychometrically since.”

Jane took my hands across the table.

“Wow,” she said.

We sat there in silence for a minute, the bar and the rest of life continuing on around us.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Actually, yeah.” I smiled. “For so long, my power dictated who I was, or limited what I could do. I came to the Department of Extraordinary Affairs because, let’s face it, where the hell else was I going to fit in with what I could do. Now I feel kinda free. I thought about it while waiting for you . . . Maybe I should leave the Department. I thought I’d run it by you before I came to any real decisions, though.”

Jane looked wounded, but then she shook her head.

“I don’t think you want to quit, Simon. I really don’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” I asked. “It’s not like I fit in with our little Island of Misfit Toys anymore. Besides, I wouldn’t have to deal with seeing you working for Wesker anymore . . .”

Jane sighed but squeezed my hands.

“Despite whatever issues you seem to be having with me, Simon, you’re good people. This job is in you, even if you’re never able to read another item in your life.”

“How do you know I’m all that good?” I sure didn’t feel like all that good a person. I was a jealous boyfriend and a deceiver. I thought about Mina and the fact that I was about to help her steal something. Was that what a good person let himself get wrapped up in?

“How do I know you’re good?” Jane asked with a look of duh upon her face. “Because I’m constantly fighting my dark tendencies, especially these days. But you? You made a choice to walk away from all the bad in your life, and look at you now.”

I squirmed in my seat. I was desperate to tell her that I wasn’t a saint, that right now I was plotting a nefarious heist with Mina. Sure, I had the best of intentions in doing it, but still . . .

“If anyone’s made a change here, it’s you,” I said to Jane. “Coming over to the D.E.A. like you did, giving up everything that Faisal Bane and his organization had to offer.”

Jane raised a hand and waved it away.

“But working for the Sectarians was a delicious brush with dark power,” Jane said, “and that changes a girl, mostly for the worse.”

“But you’re turning out okay,” I said.

“That’s why I said mostly, dum-dum,” she snapped with dark anger, then caught herself. I sat back like I had been pushed. “See? See what I mean? It’s a hard habit to break.”

“Hanging with Thaddeus Wesker probably doesn’t help,” I muttered to myself.

“Whoa,” Jane said, pulling her hands away. “Can we stick to one mental crisis at a time?”

“Sorry,” I said, but it was too late.

Jane scooted herself out of the booth and pulled her bag of books toward the edge of the bench seat.

“I’ve got to get back to the office,” she said, her face looking like she had tasted something unpleasant. “I want you to give something some serious thought, Simon. Maybe it’d be best if we took a break until you get your act together and get over this thing about me and Wesker.”

“What?” My stomach balled up in an instant.

“I don’t like what’s been happening between us,” she said. “I don’t need you going all jealous on me around Director Wesker every time you see me when I’m just doing my job. It’s like you only call me when you want to apologize and get all needy like this. I know you’re going through a lot right now and I know you’ve never really had the opportunity to be in a relationship like this before, which is why I’m not telling you to get lost. But honestly, there’s only so much a girl can take before the dark thoughts start taking over.”

This day was rolling downhill from suck to double suck.

“Are you . . . breaking up with me?”

Jane shook her head.

“We’ll see about that,” she said. “I just think you need to focus on where your head is at for now.”

Other than up my ass? I thought. It sure sounded like she was breaking up with me, but before I could speak, Jane headed back up to the front of the bar and out the door. I walked toward the front, too, but not out the door. The call of one more beer was too strong, and frankly I was in the mood to self-medicate.

God only knew what Mina would have in store for me later tonight, heistwise. Plus, now I didn’t have my powers to help me out. But until then, there was a lot of stuff I wanted to forget, and liquid courage seemed the best way to do it.