gray dirt on that side; brown and gray dirt on th<strong>is</strong> side. But that side was Mexico. Th<strong>is</strong> wasAmerica. A marvel.Franc<strong>is</strong>co turned and, laughing aloud, strode north, one hand to the iron spike. <strong>The</strong> bleedingsoon stopped and on and on he strode, till he could feel h<strong>is</strong> boots falling apart under h<strong>is</strong> tread.Yet still he felt tireless, impervious. Mile after mile...He should be thirsty. He should be hot. But he wasn't.At last, in the late afternoon, he climbed a stony ridge, and peered into the d<strong>is</strong>tance. Was thata road, there, a couple of miles away, rippling in the heat at the horizon? Yes. A semitruckflashed in the sun, just a toy at th<strong>is</strong> d<strong>is</strong>tance. But that was a road.Heading north.What awaited him in the U.S.A.? He knew that many found the United States to be almost ashell<strong>is</strong>h as the more impover<strong>is</strong>hed corners of Mexico. Illegals in North America were oftenunderpaid, exploited. A man picking through the dump, Victoriano, m<strong>is</strong>sing two fingers on h<strong>is</strong>left hand, had told him that he'd paid a lot of money to coyotes to take him north. He'd made h<strong>is</strong>way to a meatpacking factory in Texas, because recruiters had told him he'd get ten dollars anhour. <strong>The</strong>y paid him six, and then took half of that for h<strong>is</strong> "housing" - which was sleeping on thefloor of a mobile home with six other men. <strong>The</strong> work had been so fast paced, such long hours -with no overtime that in h<strong>is</strong> haste and fatigue he'd ended up slicing off two of h<strong>is</strong> fingers with thetrimming knife. When he'd asked for some kind of compensation they'd turned him over to theauthorities, and he'd been deported. Penniless, down two fingers.That was not for Franc<strong>is</strong>co. He was still a scavenger - and Los Angeles was a great heap ofmoney and gold and diamonds and dope and cars to be picked through....Thinking all th<strong>is</strong>, he trudged on, until finally, topping a r<strong>is</strong>e, he saw the highway below-and atruck stop.<strong>The</strong>re was a drive-in restaurant with a gravel parking lot containing only a semitruck, a car.<strong>The</strong> truck was spuming blue smoke and pulling away. As Franc<strong>is</strong>co trotted down the hillside,pulling the spike free of its thong, he saw that a man sat in the lone car, eating a hamburger, thefront of the car nosed up to the drive-in. He had just started: there would be much left forFranc<strong>is</strong>co to fin<strong>is</strong>h. And he needed that car. But he would have to kill everyone in the drive-in,too. <strong>The</strong>y might call the highway patrol, otherw<strong>is</strong>e, if they saw him take the car.He rushed into the restaurant. Just two people: a cholo cook and a waitress, a middle-agedwhite woman. <strong>The</strong>y both looked startled when he rushed them, and neither managed to makemuch no<strong>is</strong>e before he crushed their skulls with the spike. Easy as smashing lightbulbs.He scooped the larger bills from the cash reg<strong>is</strong>ter, then went out to the car, approaching it frombehind. <strong>The</strong> man turned around as Franc<strong>is</strong>co opened h<strong>is</strong> car door. Hadn't even locked it. Hestared, wide-eyed, h<strong>is</strong> mouth open and full of half-chewed burger. Didn't manage to swallowbefore Franc<strong>is</strong>co dragged him out by the collar, and crushed h<strong>is</strong> spine under h<strong>is</strong> boot.<strong>The</strong> spike made it possible, of course. A piece of iron with the power of the old gods in it.<strong>The</strong> old gods return, Franc<strong>is</strong>co. Trust us! Now, take the car. Head north. Los Angeles…Don't drive too quickly. Don't attract the attention of the police. Just go the speed limit. It's notso very far to Los Angeles…Los Angeles, California<strong>Constantine</strong> sat on the window seat of h<strong>is</strong> apartment with a shot glass in one hand and acigarette in the other. On the window seat was the little black box he'd taken off the special shelfon the wall. <strong>The</strong> box just sat there, unopened.He poured another shot from the dregs of the Jack Daniel's bottle he'd been working on for acouple of days, then lifted the bottle to the streetlight shine coming murkily through the dirtywindow. <strong>The</strong> light colored itself amber coming through the bourbon. Just a few fingers left."You're nearly dead, soldier," he told the bottle. He put it down and drained the shot glass.
A black spider, no bigger than a dime, ran across the window seat beside him. <strong>Constantine</strong>clapped the shot glass down, trapping the spider under it. He took a drag on h<strong>is</strong> cigarette, bent,and tilted the glass to blow smoke inside it. <strong>The</strong> spider skittered about, looking for a way out ofthe po<strong>is</strong>on air, hitting only inv<strong>is</strong>ible glass barriers. Trapped and dying.'Welcome to my life," <strong>Constantine</strong> said to the spider."Mr. <strong>Constantine</strong>?"He blinked, looked closer at the spider, then realized that someone at the half-open door hadspoken. It was that woman from the hospital - and the <strong>The</strong>ological Society.She looked down the length of h<strong>is</strong> long, narrow, holy-water-lined apartment - its dim,protracted space shot through with light angling from the blinds. "I saw you at-""I remember.""And..."He nodded. "Regular k<strong>is</strong>met."''I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that would be all right."'Tm not really in a talking mood right now.""Maybe you could just l<strong>is</strong>ten, then?""You're a cop, right? <strong>The</strong>y never take no for an answer. I've noticed that."'Tm Detective Angela Dodson." She drew her LAPD badge from under her sweater."Please?""Always a catch…"She stayed in the doorway. Ran her fingers curiously over the carvings on the inside of thedoor frame. <strong>The</strong>y were warding sigils that kept out only a few specific evil spirits. "My s<strong>is</strong>terwas murdered yesterday.""Sorry to hear."<strong>The</strong>ir eyes met. <strong>Constantine</strong> found her gaze painful to hold. And there was something elseabout it too....He had to look away."She was a patient at Ravenscar," Angela said. "Mental hygiene wing. She jumped off theroof.""I thought you said she was murdered."Her hands f<strong>is</strong>ted. "Isabel wouldn't take her own life."<strong>Constantine</strong> snorted and said dryly, "What kind of mental patient kills herself? That's justcrazy."She looked at h<strong>is</strong> bed. "She didn't sleep in a cage," she said between clenched teeth - and for amoment looked as if she was ready to cross the room and belt him. He could see her reassert selfcontrol."Look, I know I'm not making much sense - I'm not even really sure what I'm doinghere. I just... I've heard your name around the precinct. <strong>The</strong> circles you travel in. <strong>The</strong> occult,demonology. Exorc<strong>is</strong>ms. And... there were other indications you might be... someone I shouldtalk to."<strong>Constantine</strong> looked back at the spider under the glass. Was it dead? If it wasn't, it would besoon. It was trapped."Before she was committed," Angela went on, "Isabel kept talking about things. Aboutangels. Demons. I believe someone may have gotten to her, Mr. <strong>Constantine</strong>. Brainwashed herinto stepping off that roof. Some kind of secret society or... religious cult.""Sounds like a theory." He got up, walked unsteadily toward her. He saw her drop a hand toher side, a little behind, where her gun was. "Good luck."He walked up to face her, but had to put a hand on the door frame to steady himself. He waspo<strong>is</strong>ed to close the door in her face, but he didn't want to do that unless he had to."I thought with your background," she said, "you could at least point me in the rightdirection.""Yeah, okay," he said. "Sure." <strong>Not</strong> liking himself much, and not caring that he didn't like
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