The Memorist

Chapter 94

Thursday, May 1^st-8:04 p.m.

As soon as Meer arrived at the auditorium’s entrance the usher stepped in front of her, barring the way. Ignoring him, not caring that he was trying to stop her, not giving a damn about interrupting the concert, she reached for the door handle with authority. But of course he put his hand out, keeping the door closed and in a hushed but harsh tone informed her she couldn’t enter during a performance.

She knew that. It distracted musicians. Any movement once the concert was in progress could throw a performer off track. But that’s exactly what she wanted to do. Listening to the man responsible for her father’s death, Meer heard him blow the first note of the song that had been haunting her since she was a child. An ancient and strange sound filled the auditorium. The vibrations reverberated off the walls and ceiling, dazzling and absorbing. Otherworldly. Not music. Not noise. Not anything anyone had ever heard. And it was affecting her.

Dizzy, Meer put her hands up to her ears, trying but failing to block the sound. Swaying, she fought to regain balance. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, its contents spilling out on the carpet. Bending over, she began retrieving the items and, courteous despite himself, the usher leaned over to help her. Which was just what she’d counted on.

Taking advantage of his kindness, Meer straightened up and quickly lunged for the door. She opened it, slipped inside and sprinted toward the stage.