"Like I said, John, I found you something, didn't I? Well, didn't I?"<strong>Constantine</strong> shrugged and looked around for ghosts. Didn't see any. But he knew they werethere."What happened up there?" Hennessy asked. <strong>Constantine</strong> just shook h<strong>is</strong> head, coughing alittle and trying to keep it from becoming a fit of hacking, and rummaged through h<strong>is</strong> coatpockets."Inside pocket, on the left."Hennessy was right; that's where the cough drops were. "Save your little psychic gimmicksfor the customers," <strong>Constantine</strong> said, popping a lozenge into h<strong>is</strong> mouth."Sorry, sorry. Right. Sorry."Hennessy took a half-pint bottle in a brown paper bag from h<strong>is</strong> inside coat pocket, glancedaround, then took a long pull."Going to a lot of meetings, I see," <strong>Constantine</strong> said dryly."It keeps them out. So I can sleep. I have to sleep."<strong>Constantine</strong> knew just what he meant. "I need some help myself, Father Hennessy.""You do?" Hennessy blinked in surpr<strong>is</strong>e. "From me? What kind of..." Instinctively, Hennessytouched an amulet around h<strong>is</strong> neck.<strong>Constantine</strong> looked at it. <strong>The</strong> four intersecting crosses... Yes.Seeing the direction of <strong>Constantine</strong>'s gaze, Hennessy groaned. <strong>Constantine</strong> didn't need aconfession. "Oh. That. Oh, John, no, l<strong>is</strong>ten, I can't-""Padre, that exorc<strong>is</strong>m just wasn't right. I need you to do some... research.""I just don't like to do that anymore....""Come on, surf the ether for me. A few days. You can do that for me. Anything unusual -anything - let me know."Hennessy's hands were shaking. He looked like he was thinking about bus tickets. Escapingtown.<strong>Constantine</strong> put h<strong>is</strong> hand on Hennessy's shoulder."It'll be like back in the day." He reached around and unclipped the amulet from Hennessy'sneck. ..."No, John, I need that-""A few days.... " If Hennessy was going to quest for him, he'd need to keep the amulet off toget full access. He dropped the amulet into Hennessy's coat pocket.Hennessy looked at him a moment, chewing h<strong>is</strong> lip. Maybe there was a flicker of friendshipthere. Memory of the days they'd worked together - before Hennessy had started to crumble. <strong>Not</strong>too many could look Hell in the face, more than once, and just keep on, ignoring the fact that lifewas under siege by the demonic; that the world was like a fortress surrounded by an enemy horde,just waiting for a crack to open, a chance to get in. When you really realized that, it could breakyou.Hennessy swallowed and said, "Okay. Okay, for you, John. Like... back in the day. Right."Hennessy took another swig.<strong>Constantine</strong> felt a tingle on the back of h<strong>is</strong> neck. Someone was watching him, from up in theapartment building. Someone who flipped a gold coin, a very old gold coin, from finger tofinger.... Someone...Sensing the peculiar metaphysical quality of that scrutiny, <strong>Constantine</strong> turned and looked thatway but that someone had gone.<strong>Constantine</strong> found Chaz punching out the dent in h<strong>is</strong> opened hood, hammering it from below.<strong>Not</strong> improving it much.”"John, it's not my cab. What's wrong with you?""I told you to move it.""Well, maybe if you'd told me you were dropping a fucking three-hundred-pound mirror witha p<strong>is</strong>sed-off demon in it, I would have moved it further...." Chaz slammed the hood shut and got
into the car. <strong>Constantine</strong> got in beside him.'What you think they'll call it th<strong>is</strong> time?" Chaz asked, hearing the sirens approaching. "PCP?Crystal meth?""<strong>The</strong>y'll call it something. <strong>The</strong>y always do."Coughing, chewing up another cough drop, <strong>Constantine</strong> poked a finger through the litter ofbooks on the dashboard. Ale<strong>is</strong>ter Crowley. Eliphas Levi. Dion Fortune. Manly P. Hall. "LosAngeles... never ceases to entertain."Chaz started the taxi and drove into the street, the sudden motion making books fall on<strong>Constantine</strong>'s lap, just as the cops and the ambulance arrived."Take Alvarado..." <strong>Constantine</strong> said. "I know how to go, okay?"Echo Park, Los AngelesTHREEDetective Angela Dodson, LAPD, was running, gun in hand, and she hated to do that. Hated torun with a gun, worse than running with a knife. You run with a knife, you probably only hurtyourself. Run with a gun and trip and it goes off, you might kill anyone. She wore Hat shoeswith her civvies, with her suit-skirt, white blouse and purse - but she could still trip.No time to worry about it. <strong>The</strong> guy who'd just shot three people at random, including heryoung partner, Xavier, was somewhere up ahead, she was sure of it - though she wasn't sure howshe knew. <strong>The</strong>re Xavier - she'd heard him right on the walkie-talkie: he was lying on h<strong>is</strong> back ina pool of blood, near the base of a tree."Get away from here!" Angela shouted at the onlookers, running toward the fallen man. Shepulled the badge from her purse and waved it. "LAPD! Get out of here!" Xavier gasping, pale.Wounded in the left shoulder. "Get down - get under cover!" Angela shouted at a family gapingat her as she knelt.Where was her backup? <strong>The</strong>re were supposed to be two bicycle cops in th<strong>is</strong> neighborhood.<strong>The</strong> shooter, serial killer, whatever he was - had he shot the bike patrolmen, too?She pressed an improv<strong>is</strong>ed compress against Xavier's wound, and with her free hand reachedto take away h<strong>is</strong> gun. He wouldn't let go of it."You're down," she said. "Let go.""''Cold dead fingers', Angie," Xavier said hoarsely, ruefully quoting the old NRA slogan,fingers tightening on the .44.She nodded, scanning the crowd. Checking out the faces. Feeling that the shooter was stillhere. She stood, drawing her badge, on a slender strap, from under her shirt. "LAPD! Getdown!" she shouted.He's here. <strong>The</strong> shooter's still here, Angela thought.She was sure of it. Xavier was still alive. And she could feel it: the killer wanted to fin<strong>is</strong>hhim off.Turning around, looking at the faces around her, muttering, 'Where are you? Where are you?"Most of the people nearby on the pier had run off at her warning, but there were still gapers: apleasant-looking blond man in a gray suit and a puzzled smile, standing behind a woman and her
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